After Lao Mo returned home, Teacher Che Shujun was cooking. Although he had been busy all day, even working overtime to record scores, he still proactively put on an apron and helped with the cooking, chopping vegetables beside her.

"You go play with Xiaodoudou; I can handle things here," Che Shujun said with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll wait until Xiaodoudou calls for me."

Lao Mo continued to help prepare the vegetables.

Teacher Che Shujun was a junior high school teacher, a very capable one. Shortly after getting married, she was about to be assessed for the position of associate senior teacher.

For a young junior high school teacher, this was quite rare.

But then, she became pregnant with Xiao Mo, Xiaodoudou.

So she told Lao Mo that they would be a family of three, and they couldn't both be workaholics.

And in their family, Teacher Mo was the more capable one.

She would take on more of the responsibility of taking care of the child.

Then, because Teacher Che Shujun made that choice, she didn't participate in competitions or become a homeroom teacher. As an ordinary teacher, she focused more on Xiaodoudou's education and her contributions to the family.

Lao Mo knew that she had made a sacrifice in this regard.

Therefore, he always worked very hard.

He had been trying his best to obtain the honor of a special-grade teacher.

Because he knew that Teacher Che Shujun deserved half the credit.

"Um..."

Lao Mo said casually while preparing the vegetables, "Principal He told me today that I should be the special-grade teacher in two years. If the principal doesn't change in the meantime, there probably won't be any changes."

Hearing this, Teacher Che Shujun's hand holding the soup ladle paused for a moment. Then, she covered her mouth with one hand and looked at Lao Mo in surprise, "Why are you so calm about such a big thing, Teacher Mo?"

"After all, it's just a pie in the sky... I haven't actually gotten it yet," Lao Mo explained.

"Principal He is such a trustworthy person; he wouldn't lie,"

Che Shujun's eyes lit up with joy, and she looked at Lao Mo with great admiration, saying, "I knew it; Teacher Mo is still the best in our family."

"No, no, that's not true."

Lao Mo shook his head and said somewhat seriously, "If you hadn't been tied down by the family, you would have been an associate senior teacher long ago..."

"Who said the family tied me down?"

Teacher Che Shujun smiled, then used the spoon to scoop a little soup from the pot, blew on it, and handed it to Lao Mo.

Lao Mo took a sip and said, "Perfect, the saltiness is just right."

"My cooking skills, going from knowing nothing to what they are now, isn't that a great improvement?"

Che Shujun appeared quite generous. Even though she had wondered what it would be like to devote herself entirely to teaching, since she had chosen to let Lao Mo shine, she didn't regret it. On the contrary, she was grateful for her decision: "A title is just a title; I've never felt it was a pity."

When Xiaodoudou was born, Che Shujun knew that compared to her, everything else in this world was not that important.

"I'll get the special-grade teacher qualification in the next two years," Lao Mo promised.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Trust Principal He; he's more down-to-earth than Secretary Han."

"Yeah, Principal He does a great job in appointing people based on their merits."

"After all, your achievements are also his achievements."

Che Shujun said, then suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "So why did Principal He suddenly say that?"

"Chen Yuan scored 661 and is going to Class One."

"His grades improved so quickly? But... it's a bit of a pity," Che Shujun said somewhat sadly, "That's how parallel classes are. The good students, the students you like, will eventually be sent to the rocket class. And then, the graduation photos are taken with the teachers of Class One."

"It's a good thing."

Lao Mo shook his head gently and said, "There are no bad students in Class One. Teacher Xu Yicheng is the best teacher and the best homeroom teacher in No. 11 High School. Chen Yuan will learn more solidly in his class."

"Yes, in your class, only you and Teacher Liu Fang are senior teachers, and Teacher Liu Fang is more inclined towards the liberal arts rocket class. The teaching resources are much worse."

"And Teacher Liu Xin is a bit lazy... sigh."

Lao Mo didn't have any problems with Sherry Liu, except for one thing: he wished she could be more diligent.

She always treated students to milk tea. If she put that effort into teaching, wouldn't she be able to pull up a few more points?

"But Chen Yuan is different. Even if he goes to Class One, he won't forget you," Che Shujun comforted him.

"What's the use of him remembering me? He just needs to study hard," Lao Mo said dismissively.

So contradictory.

Che Shujun could tell what Lao Mo was stubbornly denying at a glance, but she didn't expose him.

This person was good in every way, except for this one flaw.

No matter what, he refused to be honest about his feelings.

*Whoosh.*

At this moment, Lao Mo received a WeChat message.

He wiped his hands on his apron, took out his phone, and opened WeChat.

Then, he saw Chen Yuan sent a screenshot.

He couldn't help but laugh, "This kid, he's showing off to me."

Hearing this, Che Shujun curiously leaned over and, after seeing the screenshot, jokingly said, "Chen Yuan seems to be looking forward to transferring to Class One. You don't need to be too sad."

"Where am I sad? I'm not sad at all..."

Before Lao Mo could finish speaking, a message came.

Chen Yuan: Teacher, is there any way not to transfer classes [crying face]?

This message was like the sound of a shutter clicking suddenly during lighthearted laughter.

It was so sudden that it even felt like being spied on.

"I'm about to cry."

Covering her mouth with one hand, Che Shujun was directly affected and said emotionally, "Why is this child so sincere?"

Lao Mo was originally fine, but Teacher Che Shujun's words directly made him feel a pang of sadness.

But quickly, he forcibly pulled himself back with three coughs.

This kid, is he trying to act innocent here?

If you don't want to go, then just say you don't want to go, why send a [crying face]? Who are you trying to show this to?

Mo Jingyu: Of course you have to go. How many students want to transfer to Class One? You're acting all high and mighty.

"Hey, how can you send that?" Che Shujun said somewhat angrily, after all, Lao Mo was being too stubborn.

Chen Yuan was just saying he didn't want to transfer classes.

Why did he have to accuse him of being high and mighty?

"He, he, it's definitely good for him to go to Class One."

"Then just say that directly, don't lecture people."

"It's okay, he's thick-skinned."

Although Lao Mo said that, he became a little nervous when Chen Yuan didn't reply for a while.

Was he too harsh?

"I, I'm going to check on Xiaodoudou,"

Lao Mo said to Che Shujun and then left the kitchen, going to the living room.

Che Shujun knew that he had something he didn't want her to see.

That's right, he couldn't be more straightforward with her around.

But this Chen Yuan really knew how to stir up a teacher's emotions.

Lao Mo was also an emotional person. He still remembered students from ten years ago and would often mention them, "That someone back then, his family wasn't doing so well, I wonder how he's doing now..."

So, how could he be willing to let go of Chen Yuan, whom he liked even more?

Does this kid really not want to transfer classes?

If he doesn't want to, then I can help a little.

But if you're just being polite with me, then I have nothing to say...

Looking at the phone screen, Lao Mo, sitting on the sofa, became a little nervous.

At this moment, a message arrived.

Chen Yuan: I'm reluctant to leave the classmates and teachers in Class 18, and I'm already used to it.

Chen Yuan: If I don't transfer classes, will the school call my parents?

Mo Jingyu: Generally speaking, yes.

Chen Yuan: Can they not call?

Mo Jingyu: Of course not. You have to discuss this with your parents and tell them the reason. And you have to make it clear that there are no poorly performing students in Class One.

As long as Chen Yuan's parents agreed, and he himself was firm, Principal He wouldn't insist on the transfer...

No, why am I also thinking about him not transferring classes?

It's better for him to transfer classes.

Chen Yuan: Then I'll discuss it with my parents.

Chen Yuan: If my parents agree, will I be able to not transfer [crying face]?

You kid, you're sending that emoji again!

With such a thick face, sending this kind of ghost emoji, you really, you really...

"Dad, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry..." Xiaodoudou put down the toy in her hand, climbed onto Lao Mo, and prepared to comfort him.

"Chili, I touched some chili just now, I'm going to wipe it off,"

After Lao Mo explained with a smile, he immediately brushed Xiaodoudou off and went to the balcony alone.

Looking at the message Chen Yuan sent, after being stunned for a while, he finally typed.

Mo Jingyu: It's your choice, the teacher respects your opinion.

Mo Jingyu: Teacher Xu is the best teacher in the school, he definitely teaches better than me. You have to be cautious, you know?

Chen Yuan: I think Teacher Mo teaches well.

"..." Seeing this message, the corners of Lao Mo's mouth couldn't help but rise, even more happily than when he slapped Zhang Liang in the face.

This kid, he really dares to flatter me!

Teacher Xu Yicheng was the youngest teacher to be awarded the title of special-grade teacher in the school.

At my age, he was already a municipal education backbone and a famous teacher in Hai Dong. What can I compare with him?

But if Chen Yuan doesn't despise this Class 18...

I can't despise myself either.

Mo Jingyu: I'm not bad either, you can also improve in Class 18.

Faced with Chen Yuan, Lao Mo said what was almost the most arrogant thing for him to say – I'm not bad.

Of course, when he said this, he made a decision.

He couldn't lose.

Chen Yuan's talent was no worse than Sun Bai's.

In my class, he wouldn't lose competitiveness either.

Moreover, because the academic level of Class 18 was generally low, I would have more energy to urge every teacher to put more effort into Chen Yuan.

Since Principal He, you consider Chen Yuan a Zhuangyuan (top scorer) seed.

Then, this seed cannot be ruined in my hands!

Thinking of this, he paused slightly in his heart.

Today, before the class transfer, Principal He specifically said that sentence. Was he trying to say that even if Chen Yuan transferred classes, although Chen Yuan's future scores would not have much to do with him, he would still get some credit?

Then if he didn't transfer classes, and I even helped him speak up, wouldn't that mean that the promise of promotion to special-grade teacher in two years would not count...

Then it won't count!

Lao Mo clenched his fist lightly, his fighting spirit rising for the first time.

I am indeed able to reserve a special-grade teacher position because of Chen Yuan.

But am I the kind of person who would abandon confidence for such a title?

Would a good student be taught badly by me?

The clenched fist tightened little by little.

Lao Mo had an idea.

Using Chen Yuan to surpass Sun Bai was a long-term goal.

But his ambition was for Chen Yuan to rank among the best in the Seven School Joint Examination!

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"Yang Ge, let's go eat?"

"No, you guys go ahead, I have something to talk to the principal about."

"Awesome, you're going straight to the top."

"But your score should be out today, after all, you're top 1."

"Then we'll go first."

"Okay, bye."

After saying goodbye to his classmates, Liu Yiyang directly carried his schoolbag and went to the principal's office, knocking on the door.

"Come in."

The principal's somewhat serious voice came from inside.

Opening the door, Liu Yiyang went in.

Seeing that it was Liu Yiyang, a student who, after every exam, would proactively ask him for his score, bypassing the homeroom teacher, the grade leader, and the vice-principal, Principal could only treat him kindly.

Looking at him, Fei Limin said warmly, "Sit down."

"Thank you, Principal."

Liu Yiyang sat on the leather sofa in the principal's office, with his hands on his knees. Although he wasn't nervous or restrained, he sat very properly.

He wasn't the arrogant type.

Except for the slightly abstract fact that he always went directly to the principal to ask for his scores.

"Math and Chinese are out, science is also out, English is still being graded. Do you want to hear the other scores first?" Fei Limin said.

"Don't trouble the principal with your work. You don't need to worry about me. Just tell me the total score when it comes out," Liu Yiyang said flatly.

"Okay."

The principal was even a little grateful that this child was so considerate.

But the way he was sitting there was a little unnerving.

Am I not working hard enough now?

But, I'm off work.

*Uncomfortable.*

"Are you confident about the National Competition?" Fei Limin asked.

Liu Yiyang was a super genius who got a perfect score in the first round of the mathematics competition, and his average score in the first and second rounds was second only to Shi Yi and Xia Hai. Naturally, he was confident.

But other than that, there was nothing else to talk about.

"Yes," Liu Yiyang nodded, answering very directly.

If you said no, or were a little humble, I could talk to you for a few more sentences.

This young man wasn't playing by the rules.

Then wait.

At this moment, the English scores arrived.

144.

Awesome!

Fei Limin was just about to say something, but this child wanted the total score, so he humbly took out a calculator, added up the scores, and said with a smile, "Oh! Even better than last time, 714!"

"Thank you, Principal. You've worked hard."

Hearing this, Liu Yiyang got up, bowed to Fei Limin, and then turned to leave.

Fei Limin: "..."

Wait, aren't we going to chat?

I'm very happy right now!

Don't leave!

Unfortunately, he could only watch Liu Yiyang leave and politely close the door gently.

Then, he couldn't help but sigh, "Capable students are all very individualistic."

But he had the capital to be.

No. 1 High School and No. 4 High School monopolized the top scorer for the past nine years.

The only time the top scorer went to another school was ten years ago when No. 11 High School stole it.

So, according to the probability.

From now on for the next ten years, No. 1 High School and No. 4 High School will also get nine, or even ten top scorers during that time.

Speaking of science.

Of course, the liberal arts are about the same ratio.

But the college entrance examination in two years.

There might be variables.

Who destiny favors is still unknown.

Liu Yiyang.

In the Hai Dong junior high school entrance exam, he ranked 4211th in the city and entered a foreign school.

And now, he had surpassed 710 twice in a row.

Especially this time, he even got a score that would have been the top scorer in some years!

There was no hope for this year's senior class.

The top science and liberal arts students were from No. 4 High School and No. 1 High School respectively.

But in Hai Dong in two years,

The situation will be turbulent.

(End of chapter)