Chapter 9, he did not come to class

I did not tell Xiaoxiao that the little boy who kissed me that day is now a student in my class. I find this matter truly embarrassing. If Xiaoxiao were to know that the person I had a connection with is actually a high school student, she would surely be able to mock me from now until the end of time.

Two boys are opening their mouths together below

As soon as I heard the hissing, my legs felt somewhat weak and unsteady. Before class, I inquired with other teachers, and one particularly talkative teacher told me that this Class 5 of the third year, codenamed the "Noble Class," is also known as the "Backdoor Class." The students' families are either wealthy or influential. This class is notoriously difficult to handle throughout the entire school.

What illness!

After making excuses to my mother, I quickly returned to my room under the pretext of preparing for class

How can he possibly be a high school student

When the bell rang, I gritted my teeth and said: "Next time, if anyone has a persistent high fever and is bedridden, ten points will be deducted from the final exam paper!"

In recent days, I have not gone outside; the start of the school year is approaching, and I have confined myself at home to prepare lessons. I will be teaching mathematics. Regardless of whether it is a liberal arts or science subject, both are extremely important. I do not know what kind of connections my parents have, but the pressure is certainly sufficient. As soon as I start working, I will be directly assigned to teach the graduating class of the third year of high school. It is absolutely unprecedented in this school to have a recent graduate with no teaching experience directly take on a graduating class.

The students below all burst into laughter, and the situation once again exceeded my ability to manage it

How much older am I than him? How many years younger is he than me?

I feel a bit anxious. After breaking up with Zhuo Hao, I still don't know how to tell my mother. The old lady seems to be absolutely enamored with this seemingly fateful union between politics and business.

The boys below seemed a bit at a loss when they saw me standing on the podium. Their courage grew bolder, and their words became increasingly audacious, gradually taking on a somewhat rowdy atmosphere. I felt flustered and embarrassed, thinking that if this continued, I might end up disgracefully crying, provoked by this group of insufferable little brats

I did not expect to witness this eight-character maxim on my second day at work, and it came as an opportunity from that certain individual!

And I, unexpectedly, let a high school student kiss me! Ah ah ah ah ah! What is going on!

What is all this chaos? Don't you see me, a living teacher, right in front of you? I am here to teach! How can you ignore me like this?

I ... ! ... got caught again ! Truly embarrassing !

Teacher, Ning Xuan has a high fever that won't subside and is bedridden

Thinking of Ning Xuan, I let out a sigh of despair

... ...

I hear a buzzing in my ears. My forehead and palms begin to sweat. I hurriedly clutch the textbook from the podium to my chest and say to the audience: "I suddenly have something to attend to this class, everyone can study on your own!"

Some students below are not very active: "Teacher, your mind isn't very sharp, can you really teach us math well? The one who didn't come is not here, how can he stand up and tell you that he didn't come?"

My face is covered with dark lines, and I struggle to maintain a serious expression as I continue to ask: "Who exactly is bedridden with a persistent high fever?" The arrangement of this illness is indeed quite harmonious; however, why didn't the afflicted individuals discuss it in advance?

Why are you not attending class

All the time spent on psychological preparation has been in vain. That person is simply not present!

As I walked outside the classroom, I felt a bit nervous. I quickly tidied my hair once more, striving for perfection; I tugged at my collar, decisively smoothing out the last inconspicuous crease on my chest. Then, I took a deep breath, put on a smile, pushed open the classroom door, and strode in.

How could it be him? Isn't he a university student? How has he suddenly become a high school student?

Other teachers have previously informed me that the students in this class are exceptional at skipping classes, and regardless of gender, their excuse for skipping class is uniformly the same eight-character maxim

In order to avoid bringing shame to those who are handling the matters, I exerted myself in preparing the lessons. After several days, I filled nearly half of my preparation notebook, and a small bump formed on the middle finger of my right hand from the friction of the pen. I realize that since entering university, I have never written with such effort.

Since I left Zhuo Hao alone at that banquet, we have not been in contact for many days. Perhaps he is really angry. I think this is good. If this is the case, it may not take too long before we can progress to the stage of breaking up.

Xiao Xiao almost vomited and said fiercely: "Su Ya! Look at your lack of ambition! Have you forgotten how you used to stir up trouble for our teacher back in the day? Now that your status has changed, you’ve become useless, which is truly disappointing! Use your shameless skills that can drive people to their deaths and fight those little brats to the end!" In the end, she emphasized strongly: "You better not embarrass me!"

Step up to the podium and stand firm. There are faint murmurs of disapproval from below

This is not related to me, is it

Heavenly Father, if you have eyes, why would you create such a shameless and ridiculous blunder! How am I supposed to face him in the future!

I am feeling very overwhelmed! In my youth, I was a student who was as unruly as a demon king, but now, compared to these lively spirits, I feel that my skills are truly lacking and insufficient to cause any trouble in the world

... ...

It immediately became noisy below. I lowered my head seriously to examine the clothes I was wearing. Did Xiao Xiao not say that this outfit was absolutely a symbol of economic regression by fifty years? How could I, dressed in such simple attire, still provoke such restlessness among those young men below? Could it be that my natural beauty is too overwhelming?

Finally, the day of the new semester arrived. I put on the outfit that I had purchased in advance, which Xiao Xiao claimed symbolized a national economic regression of fifty years, while my mother insisted it was a very dignified and appropriate ensemble. Wearing my mid-height heels, I walked to work with a rhythmic clack clack clack.

I feel as if I have become a female Terracotta Warrior, so stiff that I could be mistaken for one. I pat my face, relax the muscles in my lower face, and try to present a relaxed and natural expression. I say, "No! Why are we arguing? A people's teacher always reasons things out and never argues. It's just that he has been busy lately, and so have I."

Just as I was preparing to grit my teeth and put on a show of authority, suddenly, the boy below who had been wearing headphones abruptly took them off and excitedly shook his classmate, who was sound asleep with his head on the desk, saying: "Boss, boss! Wake up quickly! Didn't you ask me to listen for the news? You said that jewelry designer Ryan is really here! He has come to China!"

Amidst the chorus of boos, the soles of my feet immediately began to feel weak. I dared not linger, for staying too long could very well lead to my legs giving way and collapsing on the podium. I hurriedly picked up my book, feigning composure while in reality, I was escaping.

That evening, I recounted my experience in class to Xiaoxiao. As I spoke, my voice unexpectedly took on a somewhat affected tone, almost as if I were about to cry: "Xiaoxiao, they always make a fuss, how am I supposed to teach them!"

I wanted to take attendance. However, I realized that I had forgotten the attendance sheet. So, I said to the diverse group of students in the room: "We will not take attendance today. Those who are absent, please stand up and let me know."

Just before the class ended, a boy finally couldn't help but ask me: "Teacher, is your heart really that small? Ning Xuan didn't even come to your class for one session, and you are almost burning his desk!"

There are all sorts of activities happening here: some are talking, some are laughing, some are reading miscellaneous books, some have headphones in their ears, and there is even a large, spiky individual sprawled out on the table sleeping

After a class, I speak my part, and then they speak theirs; the questions I pose are usually answered by me alone; because no one down there pays any attention to me. Meanwhile, they also have questions for me, the most frequent being: Teacher, how much longer until class is over?

... ...

I took a deep breath, adopting a solemn expression reminiscent of Empress Wu Zetian in power and Empress Dowager Cixi behind the curtain. Just as I was about to scold, the student who had been sleeping with his head on the desk lifted his head, and in an instant, I was left stunned and dazed.

I then somewhat understood why a novice like me, just graduated from university, could come to teach a graduating class. Perhaps it is not because the person in charge has a significant influence, but rather that no one is willing to agree to take on the role of the mathematics teacher for this class

Standing on the podium, I calmly raised my eyelids to look around at the audience below. After this glance, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly: indeed, it is difficult to shave the bones

The next day, I entered the classroom with my head down, forcing myself to go in. Before I lifted my head, I had thoroughly engaged in self-deception and self-hypnosis. I told myself that the person sitting below, whatever his name was, I did not know him and he did not know me. Then, with the determination of a warrior cutting off his own wrist, I abruptly raised my head

I had not yet finished feeling embarrassed when another boy grinningly asked me: "Teacher, are you over eighteen years old? Do you have a boyfriend? Can I treat you to a drink after school?"

I ... ! ... Kao! What kind of talk is this! What do you mean by "Ning Xuan didn't come to attend your class"! I have only attended two classes in total, and the first one was self-study!

During lectures, I do not know why I always feel a bit restless. Especially when my gaze sweeps over that particular seat, my eyes always show signs of wanting to glaze over.

The noise continued to buzz around. I said, "Roll call!" A boy replied, "Teacher, Ning Xuan is on leave!" I pretended to be calm and asked, "What happened? What is the reason for not attending class?"

High fever persists, unable to get out of bed

I introduced myself by saying, I am the new mathematics teacher. Immediately, a student called out to me, "Teacher, why do I feel like I recognize you?" Several other students chimed in in agreement.

I am ill

Then, I fled in panic from the classroom

The two boys almost spoke in unison: "It's all the same! Cross-infection!"

I never expected that the person lying there asleep was Ning Xuan

I feel a bit of a headache. In this chaotic situation, should I take charge or not? If I take charge and no one listens, how embarrassing would that be? Therefore, I shamefully decide to pretend that everyone below is seriously looking up at the blackboard

He sat below, raising his eyebrows, staring at me without blinking. My mind went blank. My legs felt weak as if they had lost all sensation, and my hands began to grow cold. The student next to him was whispering enthusiastically to him, just loud enough for me to hear: "That is our new math teacher, quite young! Looks like he might even be younger than us!"

My soles have become softer. Damn it, I just said one thing, and these little brats started teasing me! Are they a group of blossoming youths or ferocious beasts?

When I was proudly showing off my achievements to my mother with my finger raised, the first thing she said was not a word of sympathy, praise, or commendation, but rather: "What kind of gesture is this for a girl!" My expression froze, and the middle finger that was held high immediately drooped down... Then my mother followed up with: "This issue of yours is entirely due to your incorrect grip on the pen, and you still have the nerve to show off!" I stiffened again, feeling a bit like I was just asking for trouble after having too much to eat. Finally, my mother added: "Why hasn't Zhuohao come to see you lately? Did you two have a fight?"... Then my mother repeated: "This issue of yours is entirely due to your incorrect grip on the pen, and you still have the nerve to show off!" I stiffened again, feeling a bit like I was just asking for trouble after having too much to eat. Finally, my mother added: "Why hasn't Zhuohao come to see you lately? Did you two have a fight?"

Teacher, his father has a high fever that won't subside and is bedridden