Courir partout et jouer des rôles mineurs

Chapitre 34

Qiao Liang suppressed his dissatisfaction and said with a smile, "Hehe, Teacher Lin is a bit late. Quite a few students from your class have already gone in."

Lin Tongmao peeked out: "There are still three left!"

Qiao Liang's eyes widened suddenly. Disregarding the proper conduct expected of a teacher, he raised his voice and questioned, "Teacher Lin, these three students have been assigned to our Class Two, not your Class One!"

The tiger is snatching food from his mouth! — This was the first alarm bell to ring in his mind.

We absolutely cannot let him take it from us! — The second warning bell!

In the entire central primary school, from the principal to the cleaning staff, who doesn't know Qiu Shanglin?

She set up a stall at the school gate for three whole years. Everyone knew that the Qiu family had a daughter who was a child prodigy. She could recite poems at the age of four, practice calligraphy at the age of five, and read Romance of the Three Kingdoms fluently at the age of six!

Whichever class has such a prodigy, the homeroom teacher will be proud!

Not to mention the school's system of assigning students to classes for five years. If she consistently gets first place and perfect scores during those five years, and wins awards or places in other competitions, it's not just a matter of face; it's about bonuses, selection as an outstanding teacher, promotion, and ultimately, salary!

Several homeroom teachers were secretly vying for the title of the prodigy. After all, Qiao Liang had finally gotten into his class, so why was Lin Tongmao trying to snatch her away?

Lin Tongmao cleared his throat. Over the years, he had become increasingly calm and composed with excellent manners. Qiu Shanglin jokingly said that if he had been born in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, he would definitely have come from a prominent family, with refined and elegant features, and might even have been a recluse.

"Teacher Qiao, this is the principal's idea. I'm so sorry."

I really should apologize, because it wasn't entirely the principal's intention.

Lin Tongmao has excellent teaching results; 80% of his students go on to top-tier junior high schools, and they bring him great honor in these schools, often ranking among the top students. He also diligently studies elementary school Chinese language education and classical Chinese literature, publishing numerous well-received articles in nationally renowned magazines and journals. He has been recognized as an outstanding teacher and outstanding homeroom teacher in the province every year.

At around thirty years old, with a senior professional title and the highest salary in the entire school, he was constantly being poached by the city and province. Several transfer orders were issued, transferring him to teach at a key provincial primary school, where he would become the vice principal, but he politely declined them all.

He had his own selfish motives and hoped to achieve success in his career. However, none of these could compare to the temptation of personally teaching Qiu Shanglin. He didn't know how far Qiu Shanglin would go in the future, but in any case, she was destined to be extraordinary—and becoming Qiu Shanglin's mentor was more tempting than any naked temptation.

He declined the vice-principal position offered to him by the school to reassure people. From the moment Qiu Shanglin enrolled, he decided to dedicate himself to nurturing her. Who knows, perhaps the next Nobel Prize winner in Literature will be his student?

Lin Tongmao was destined to be disappointed.

If Shanglin knew his ulterior motives, he would definitely persuade him to give up.

She had no interest in empty fame and knew her own wisdom was limited; she only had more life experience than others, and her intelligence was no different from anyone else's. Besides, she was only interested in money.

Upon hearing his words, Qiao Liang's face turned deathly pale.

He stared intently at Lin Tongmao, ignoring his apologetic expression. In his eyes, Lin Tongmao wasn't showing remorse, but rather mocking him and ridiculing his overestimation of his abilities.

Seeing this, the teachers from other classes rushed over to pull Qiao Liang away, fearing that a fight might break out at the school gate, and offered him words of comfort.

Qiao Liang composed himself, lowered his head, and asked, "Qiu Shanglin, which class do you want to join?"

Shanglin blinked, knowing that he was destined to offend someone no matter what.

She hesitated for a moment, then said firmly, "I'll follow the school's assignment!"

Qiao Liang's expression softened slightly, and he asked more gently, "Which class do you want to join?"

Shang Lin definitely wanted to be in Teacher Lin's class—it was obvious. He could tolerate me, but could you? I've known him for years, do you? We have so much to talk about, what about you?

But she could only keep these words in her heart and couldn't say them aloud. She stammered, feeling a little lost.

Just then, Li Changsheng, who was usually not talkative, urged impatiently in a gruff voice, "Stop nagging! If you're going to get in, get into the best class! I want to get into Class One!"

Lin Tongmao led a class.

Qiao Liang's face paled even more. He could see that Qiu Shanglin breathed a sigh of relief, looking as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Lin Tongmao smiled reservedly and nodded slightly to Qiao Liang: "Teacher Qiao, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he took Qiu Xialin's hand and walked into the school.

He did feel guilty, but he didn't regret it, nor was he afraid of making an enemy of Qiao Liang.

A relaxed and carefree mindset is a quality often associated with those in positions of power, a kind of arrogance that comes with looking down on everyone else.

Given his current knowledge and status, he had absolutely no need to be polite to Qiao Liang. If he hadn't been in provincial training during the summer break when classes were being divided, this whole situation wouldn't have happened.

However, since it had already happened, he didn't care about offending Qiao Liang.

With fame comes trouble, and he made at least a couple of enemies at school.

Qiu Shanglin, who breathed a sigh of relief, was unaware that she had become someone's thorn in their side. Qiao Liang's psychology was strange; the first person he hated was not Lin Tongmao, nor Li Changsheng, but Qiu Shanglin, who had never clearly expressed her feelings.

The instigator is the most hated.

My expected smooth-sailing elementary school life became colorful, or rather, full of hardships, because of this variable.

Sunset at Feilai Peak

"Class begins!" the teacher said.

"Stand up!" the squad leader said.

"Hello, teacher!" the students shouted in unison.

"Hello, students!" the teacher said.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter~~~" The sound of pulling out a stool and sitting down.

Shanglin sighed softly, feeling helpless. If this was the punishment for insisting on starting from first grade, she would accept it.

The drawn-out baby talk, the occasional crying, and the childish words like "I'll tell the teacher!" during playful fights after class gave Qiu Shanglin a terrible headache.

The plants adapt well to both the Changsheng and Xialin species.

Li Changsheng has cultivated an unwavering composure, or perhaps a deathly stillness. Unless provoked, he'll remain completely silent for an entire day. So far, he seems to be adapting well to primary school life.

Qiu Xialin was like a fish in water!

He loves school so much.

There's a group of immature kids at school who let him bully them. Even if they make them cry, he'll just yell, "I'll tell the teacher!" but he won't actually do anything about it.

As long as he doesn't go too far, his sister won't interfere. However, occasionally a sinister gaze from behind him, like a small snake, will stare at him and entangle him, preventing him from going too far.

Five days have passed since school started. First graders have five subjects: math, Chinese, art, music, and physical education.

Leaving aside Chinese, Lin Tongmao never forced Qiu Shanglin to learn pinyin in his classes. As for math, Shanglin wasn't interested in lessons like "1+1=2," counting how many rabbits, chicks, and ducks were in the textbook, or comparing how many chicks and ducks were in the pictures.

As for the math teacher's suggestion to collect popsicle sticks at home to make number-learning props... Good heavens, doesn't she know that saliva is a carrier of disease?

Art class? Hmm, red is red; green is green; blue is blue, and a rainbow has seven colors...

music?

"12345678, Hello, Teacher Qiu! Hello, Teacher Qiu!"

"12345678, hello students, hello students!"—The opening line of music class. Ms. Qiu, a fellow student, plays the accordion, the students stand and sing, she responds, and then the lesson begins.

Shanglin was very interested in her accordion, but he couldn't compliment her makeup.

Elementary school teacher, there's no need to paint your lips like a cannibalistic old witch. We all know your husband is a town official; you don't need to announce it to everyone in this way.

During the ten-minute break, Lin Tongmao quietly walked up to Shang Lin and looked down at the students running, playing, and screaming wildly. He asked, not without a hint of sarcasm, "Are you regretting it now?"

I told you long ago to go to the gifted youth program!

Shang Lin smiled wryly. The course was too easy for her, but it also gave her a lot of freedom. In class, she could continue the story of the Mocha Cat family while suspended in mid-air, she could read to her heart's content with a thick book, she could quietly recite English in music class, and she could even bring her account book to class.

Lin Tongmao gave her a great deal of freedom. Her parents had already sent the gifts to the homes of her other teachers after the start of the school year. No one bothered her by demanding that she attend classes or complete her homework.

They might not know that she owns Mocha Cat, but they all know that she is the daughter of Boss Xinglong and a famous child prodigy in town.

Lin Tongmao appointed her as the class monitor, but Shang Lin declined.

Squad leader?

To maintain order in class, he threatened to tell the teacher if the students didn't behave.

Oh God, please leave her alone. Instead of wasting her time, she should review her entire elementary school textbooks, then self-study the junior high curriculum, and perhaps even take a look at "Basic Accounting" to avoid being cheated on in the future.

“Look how lonely you are, how out of place you are.” Lin Tongmao did not give up. Although he wanted to be her mentor, he also knew that Qiu Shanglin was wasting her time at this school.

Shang Lin shook his head. "I just want to have a normal childhood."

Although I'm destined to be different, at least I don't have to compete for first place with a bunch of precocious kids with frighteningly high IQs; I don't have their intelligence. Better to be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond.

Lin Tongmao sighed silently and stopped trying to persuade her. He stood with her in the corridor, looking down at the laughter below. Occasionally, a student would run backward and accidentally bump into Lin. Before she could say anything, the student would become flustered, their face turning red and their neck thick, head bowed as if they had committed a terrible crime, apologizing repeatedly, tears welling up in their eyes.