In an instant, the classmates in the auditorium began to whisper.
"107 points? How did you get the test? Did you hand in a blank paper?"
"Wow, I want to take a photo of her and show it to everyone in the group. This is a legend! It's a score that can't even be written in random words."
Lu Xingyao heard their sneers and ridicules one by one.
Luo Xinyan, Luo Xinyan, can you make her look good once in your life?!
Lu Xingyao's face felt hot and his head began to feel heavy. He lowered his head and subconsciously covered his face with his hands. This was the first time in his life that he had been so embarrassed.
"Hey, don't cover your face! You have the ability to test such a score and embarrass me, so don't cover your face!" However, as Chen Meimei's sinister voice came, her hands that were trying to hide her ugliness were forcefully pulled away by the other party.
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"Come on, let's take a look! This is the student who did the worst in the college entrance examination in the records of our century-old school since the founding of Jinggao High School!"
Chen Meimei's sharp voice was like a knife, penetrating the entire auditorium and Lu Xingyao's heart.
Fortunately, the one who is bearing all this in this body now is Lu Xingyao, who has already left the society. If Luo Xinyan, who had just graduated, was still young, she might not know how to deal with it.
Jingle Bell--
The bell for the end of get out of class rang at exactly this moment, and some attracted students and teachers gathered outside the auditorium due to the interlude in the auditorium.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were on her.
Those who are sensible cover their mouths and snicker. Those who are ignorant just point their fingers, whisper, and laugh loudly.
Lu Xingyao seemed to be the clown performing for everyone in the auditorium.
She took a deep breath and thought, since the matter has come to this, let's break the jar!
She raised her head, straightened her back, and reached out to push away the two bangs on her forehead. She was full of confidence, with the brightest smile, facing the eyes of everyone as if they were scrutinizing, and then slowly raised her hand and introduced herself:
"Hi, everyone! I am your legendary senior, Luo Xinyan! I am very happy to be the worst candidate in the college entrance examination in this century-old school! If you can't be the best, just be the worst!
thank you all!"
After saying that, he didn't forget to give everyone a look and compare their feelings.
"..." The principal on the stage was stunned on the spot, and the sneering students were suddenly silent. Only Chen Meimei's mouth twitched, as if she couldn't believe what her ears were hearing.
"Luo Xinyan! Where did you get the courage to speak like this here?!"
Lu Xingyao put his hand on his open mouth and replied with an exaggerated expression: "You gave it to me! Oh Mo, didn't you want this when you pulled me in front of everyone? I'm cooperating with you! Since you don't like it
, that’s good, I’ll just leave.”
After saying that, she raised her feet and stepped away.
However, Chen Meimei actually rushed forward and grabbed her hair!
Here we go again, does this head teacher have any problem with her original owner’s hair?! Why does she like to pull her hair!
"You did so poorly in the exam, but you don't reflect on yourself. You still talk nonsense here with a proud face and teach your juniors badly. Are you sick?! Principal, please watch out! There is something wrong with this student's attitude.
But you can’t blame all her faults on me!”
Lu Xingyao has really had enough!
She stretched her hand back, took hold of Chen Meimei's hand holding her hair, and then broke it off hard.
"Ah!" Chen Meimei felt pain and hurriedly let go, then yelled at her: "You...you dare to hurt the teacher?! You...you..."
"What's wrong with me?! It's true! Students have to respect teachers, don't teachers have to respect students?! Every word you just said is verbal violence to me, a student!"
Lu Xingyao talked, looked around for a while, and finally climbed onto the stage and said to the principal who was holding the microphone: "Principal, I'm sorry, please lend me the microphone."
Then, without waiting for the principal's reply, he grabbed the microphone and said condescendingly to Chen Meimei, who was standing under the stage: "Teacher Chen Meimei, since you can't see your problem, I'll let you see it!"
"Hello to everyone here, teachers and classmates outside the auditorium!"
"good--!"
Because they found it interesting, the students cheered and responded to her. The questions and answers became like a concert.
The principal and the teachers who were watching had bad expressions. Chen Meimei turned red with anger and her face was as red as an oval. She stepped forward and slapped the stage, shouting loudly: "Luo Xinyan, get off here!"
Lu Xingyao was confused and quickly took the microphone to correct her, "Teacher Chen Meimei, are you a bit contradictory in your behavior? I just wanted to leave, but you didn't allow me to cover my face, and you were not happy. Now I
You have come here openly and openly, letting you see and laugh as much as you want, but you are not happy with it. Tsk, the teachers in this school are really hard to take care of!"
"Pfft--" The students below couldn't help but let out sporadic chuckles.
Chen Meimei’s face turned even redder!
Lu Xingyao took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and then said to everyone: "Everyone, please listen here carefully. I will only say it once. The reason why I, Luo Xinyan, have the worst grades in the country is definitely the same as this famous person.
The teacher named Chen Meimei is related!"
She deliberately slowed down the last three words because she was afraid that she would not be able to enunciate clearly and make others misunderstood.
Chen Meimei roared: "Luo Xinyan! What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Lu Xingyao ignored Chen Meimei's shouting in the audience and turned the screen of his mobile phone to everyone, showing it to everyone.
"There is a saying in the Three-Character Classic that if the teaching is not strict, the teacher will be lazy, right? Our teacher Chen Meimei is definitely the template for this sentence! The only way is to win and be inferior!"
The phone screen displayed a dialog box, and the name of the dialog box was "Homeroom Teacher". The latest news was what she received yesterday: [Luo Xinyan! Your college entrance examination score is only 107 points! Even with a disabled hand, you can't get such a score.
!Come back to school tomorrow! I want to see you!]
Scroll further up, and in this dialog box, almost all of them are green dialogue bubbles unilaterally sent by Luo Xinyan, and there are no white bubble messages from the other party at all.
[Teacher, I would like to ask, what does it mean to teach the periodicity of trigonometric functions today? 】
[Teacher, I don’t quite understand the sine function explained today. Can I come to the office to see you tomorrow? 】
【teacher?】
According to the date, Luo Xinyan did send several private messages to Chen Meimei asking about homework when school started, but she received no reply.
As time goes by, there is no more information in this dialog box.
"As a class teacher, if a student asks you privately about homework and is not just chatting with you, is it difficult to reply?"
This time, it was Chen Meimei's turn to feel hot, her head heavy, and she subconsciously lowered her head without saying a word and stood aside.
Lu Xingyao continued: "If it is too difficult to explain the periodicity of trigonometric functions on your mobile phone, then the second question that comes to you in the office, you only need to answer a 'yes' or 'no', it should not be
How much time did it take you? Why didn't you reply a word?"
Chen Meimei doesn't need to answer, everyone knows the answer.
"Maybe it's because I'm a poor student and I can't keep up with my studies! You don't think you need to spend too much effort on me."
Lu Xingyao suddenly wondered, if he had not been the daughter of the Lu family and had poor academic performance, would he have received such treatment in school? After receiving such treatment, could he have changed his life?
Destiny?
Although some people will choose to fight, everyone knows that compromise is the first choice for more people.
Perhaps feeling the blazing gazes of the crowd, Chen Meimei covered her face in shame. Compared to the loud shouting just now, she now looked like a wronged pug.
There was silence in and outside the auditorium. The students seemed to have begun to empathize with Lu Xingyao on the stage. Some of them had felt the same way and silently wiped away tears.
"And you!" Suddenly, Lu Xingyao changed the subject and cast his eyes on the principal who had been silent behind him!
"Is there only one class in the entire second year of high school? This auditorium is so big, the air-conditioning is so cold, and there are so many empty seats! Why do you only let Class 1 attend classes here? Those students from Class 2, Class 3, and Class 4,
Aren’t they all human?!”
"..." Maybe no one has ever spoken to the principal like this! After hearing this, the principal's expression was a little hesitant, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make a sound to refute.
"Okay! Well said!" Suddenly, someone from the students outside took the lead in shouting, and then thunderous applause rang out.
Some students bravely stood up and shouted to the people in the auditorium: "We in class two also want to listen to the class and write test papers!"
"That's right! Why don't you look at our fourth class?!"
Seeing that the chain reaction caused by Lu Xingyao was getting out of control, the principal finally stepped on her high heels, stepped forward, pulled the microphone from Lu Xingyao's hand, and said to her in a low voice with a warning tone: "
This classmate, that’s enough, your grades are so bad, you don’t have the right to say this here, do you?”
Lu Xingyao couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
In this world, not everyone is qualified to be a teacher or principal. The four words "teaching without distinction" should be given back to Confucius!
Lu Xingyao turned around and happened to see the question written on the whiteboard on the stage. He twitched the corner of his mouth at the principal in front of him, then turned around and walked towards the whiteboard, picking up the pen on the shelf.
"Surface integral... and Storth's formula? It's not too difficult." She chuckled lightly, then picked up her pen and started to solve this high-level math problem.
The students below watched her neatly write out the problem-solving formulas without any hesitation. They immediately followed her pen and started tapping the calculators in their hands, until the entire whiteboard was filled with densely packed formulas. Finally, she suddenly stopped.
The pen stood there patiently, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, a student raised his hand and shouted: "Minus four!"
She raised a smile and wrote the answer "minus four".
The principal carefully looked at the problem-solving paper in her hand. The correct answer to this question was indeed minus four. Moreover, according to the speed at which she solved the problem, she had a good foundation in mental arithmetic. She had just stopped to play with these students. The correct answer was that she
I should have figured it out in my mind a long time ago!
After she finished writing, she returned to the principal and handed the pen to the principal for correction.
The principal's face was panicked, and the sweat was dripping from his forehead. He was reluctant to take action, "Since you can solve such a difficult problem, what's the deal with your score of 107?"
Lu Xingyao remembered that before she traveled through time and came to this body, she once heard the original owner say that she had difficulties in getting such a result.
It's a pity that she did not inherit the memory of the original owner, so there is no way to know everything.
Lu Xingyao could only smile and said, "Depending on my mood, I was in a bad mood at the time."
The principal's eyes widened, "You're actually making fun of your future?!"
Lu Xingyao had a straight face, let go of his hand, and let the pen in his hand fall to the table with a "pop" sound.