Chapter 38: Exclusive Content on Jinjiang 1/2

Fan Tong’s voice wasn’t loud, but in the quiet classroom, most of the class heard it.

No more corrections, no more sneaky distractions. The students below watched Fan Tong, suppressing smiles and whispering to each other.

“Oh, Bucket is bold.”

“Did I hear it wrong? Did he dare to ask Teacher Song for a cosplay?”

“Although I don’t watch anime, if it really happens, I’d like to see it, hahaha.”

The whole class surreptitiously watched the commotion.

Song Fuzhi, with a stern face, “whoosh,” snatched the papers from Fan Tong’s hand and laid them on the podium.

The movement was swift and cold, and the entire class fell silent.

It seemed like Teacher Song was angry.

Song Fuzhi lifted Fan Tong’s paper, stood up, and walked out.

The corridor outside the evening self-study was deserted. The two kids stood in front of the teacher, nervously gripping their sleeves.

Song Fuzhi calmly spoke, “Why didn’t you listen to the review of the papers? You are usually attentive in class.”

Yao Xinxin kept her head down and remained silent. Fan Tong hesitated for a while, then, as if whispering, said, “Because I didn’t make any mistakes in the front, and I felt like I understood everything.”

“Did you understand the deformations I explained in the tenth question?” Song Fuzhi asked.

Fan Tong opened his mouth but didn’t answer. He hadn’t listened carefully, so he didn’t know what Teacher Song had explained.

“I’m sorry, teacher, I didn’t pay attention,” Fan Tong said.

Fan Tong was quite straightforward, a very honest boy. He said whatever he wanted to say and was quite straightforward when admitting mistakes. He knew he had messed up big time this time.

Song Fuzhi said, “If you don’t want to listen, that’s one thing, but passing notes can affect the students around you. They get curious and distracted.”

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Indeed, the student at the adjacent desk always leaned over to see what they were chatting about.

Yao Xinxin made a hesitant sound. “I’m sorry, teacher.”

“Forget about Yao Xinxin scoring 145 this time; you think you’ve made significant progress, done well, and gotten cocky, don’t you?” Song Fuzhi asked.

Fan Tong hesitated. He had indeed thought so.

That’s why he acted so recklessly, passing notes, not paying attention, and being carefree.

Song Fuzhi asked, “With a little over 120 points, do you know how many people scored better than you? Take a look at your test paper. How many questions should not have been wrong? What is your definition of doing well? Is it just getting a slightly higher score than last time?”

Fan Tong nodded, sincerely saying, “I used to think that way, but I won’t anymore.”

This boy was too straightforward; Song Fuzhi almost burst into laughter.

“I have a question. Do you know passing notes during class is wrong?” Song Fuzhi asked in a calm tone.

Fan Tong looked up at Song Fuzhi and nodded, “Yes.”

Teacher Song had always been strict about rules. He had mentioned that doing unrelated things during class, like passing notes or chatting, was not allowed.

“Since you know, why, after I called you to the front, could you still happily make requests?”

This was probably what made Song Fuzhi the most angry. Fan Tong was young and impulsive, knowingly committing a fault, not considering it an honor but a shame, and his attitude after making a mistake was still not proper. His awareness of the rules was too poor.

Fan Tong’s ears turned red. Now that he had calmed down a bit, he realized his actions were a bit outrageous.

Yao Xinxin had advised him not to be too bold, but he didn’t listen.

He was just too excited, thinking that after the sports meeting, Teacher Song had already become one with the students, easy to talk to, like friends. It was just a cosplay; if Teacher Song liked it, it would be a win-win situation.

So, Fan Tong didn’t think much and directly asked on the podium.

“Sorry.” Fan Tong had many words of apology in his mind, but he only managed to squeeze out these three.

Song Fuzhi relaxed a bit in expression, but his tone remained somewhat icy. “If you have any requests for me, discuss how to approach them.”

Yao Xinxin said, “Firstly, don’t get distracted during class discussions. Especially, don’t ask after doing something wrong.”

Fan Tong nodded. “First, pay attention in class, do what you’re supposed to do during class, and then after class, go to the office to find you.”

Song Fuzhi neither agreed nor disagreed and stood silently for a while.

The two students’ hearts were pounding.

Song Fuzhi had not shown anger all this time, not even a fluctuation in his tone. However, this coldness was what they feared the most, making them breathless.

Finally, Song Fuzhi said, “No matter now or in the future, you must learn to be mindful of the occasion. Fan Tong, using this method, in the self-study class, in front of everyone, making such requests to me, think from my perspective. If you were me, would you agree to this student’s request?”

This sentence was spoken a bit loudly, and the tone was stern. The children in the next classroom heard it too.

The students, quietly doing their homework with their heads down, exchanged a glance and sighed silently.

Looking at it positively, with such an explanation, if Teacher Song didn’t suddenly lose his mind and send them to their deaths with such a horrific method but instead approached it with emotion, explained it logically, and privately sent an invitation to the entire club or acted a bit coquettish, maybe Teacher Song might actually agree.

Song Fuzhi added, “Go back; rest early tonight.”

The two students followed Song Fuzhi back to the classroom. The effect of deterring the monkeys was obvious. The other students also quietly studied without anyone daring to leave their seats, not even for the restroom.

In normal circumstances, this wouldn’t happen. Sometimes, after class, Song Fuzhi would stay in the classroom for a while, doing things like tidying up things, answering questions, or supervising the class-duty students in cleaning.

But today was evidently low pressure, and no one dared to move.

After Song Fuzhi packed up and stood up, he noticed a mother standing outside the classroom and a female student in their class.

With the stern expression still on his face, Song Fuzhi nodded slightly. “Hello, looking for Ye Yuhuan?”

The mother of Ye Yuhuan smiled, “Uh,” half of her body hidden outside the door. She waved inside and said softly, “Yuhuan, Yuhuan.”

The little girl, with a brave face, became the first “class dismissed” student in the classroom and quickly exited.

Mom handed a large bag of things to her daughter and said, “The weather suddenly got cold. Bring you some clothes.”

Ye Yuhuan whispered, “Thank you, Mom.”

Ye Mom frowned slightly, whispering to her daughter, “Why does your teacher always have a stern face? Why is your class the only one not dismissed when all the others are? Is he usually too strict?”

The little girl squirmed, asking her mom not to say anymore, “Mom—”

Song Fuzhi had already walked far away, but he heard what Ye Mom said.

Passing by the next class, Song Fuzhi coincidentally met Mei Laoshi coming out of her class. She was chatting with students, smiling, and discussing dance rehearsals and such.

Mei Laoshi was the beautiful teacher who danced a national dance with her students during the sports meeting. She had good relationships with the students in the class. Many students privately said, “If I were to be reincarnated, I’d want to be in Mei Laoshi’s class.”

Mei Laoshi and Song Fuzhi exchanged greetings and walked back to the office together.

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Just as they returned to the office, a teacher joked, “Teacher Song, the tiger, showed his power again today, huh? I passed by your class after evening self-study, and it was so quiet, almost eerie.”

Song Fuzhi shook his head. “Some students were passing notes during class.”

Other teachers chuckled, “I used to pass notes when I was a kid too. Now that I’m a teacher, I know how happy they are when passing notes. Teacher Song, did you never pass notes when you were young?”

Song Fuzhi didn’t answer.

He really never passed notes when he was a child; he never did anything out of line.

Whether to say he was too sensible or wasted his youth, he wasn’t sure.

Mei Laoshi smiled. “Teacher Song, relax a bit. Too much anger isn’t good for your health.”

Mei Laoshi, despite being close to students and being called sister or brother, had quite powerful methods. She used a gentle approach; a slight smile when angry could send shivers down the students’ spines.

After some thought, Song Fuzhi asked Mei Laoshi, “Are you participating in the club carnival?”

Mei Laoshi smiled. “Ah, I’m the advisor for the dance club, so I have a performance with them.”

“The biology teacher from Grade 10, Mr. Ma, he’s going to perform magic tricks with the students.”

Their school atmosphere was like this. The more outstanding the students, the more they played. Grades 10 and 11 had diverse activities, yet it didn’t hinder them from achieving top results in Grade 12.