I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 82 If this gets out, what's the difference between it and stealing someone's life?
Sunlight streamed obliquely through the blinds, cutting out stripes of light and shadow on the office's tiled floor.

The air conditioner emitted a faint hum, trying to dispel the afternoon's sweltering heat.

Chen Hui pushed open the office door as the clock struck 2:30, humming a song as she did so, clearly in a good mood.

She sat down, habitually touched up her makeup first, and then began her work. She thought for a moment, then muttered to herself:
"The opening exam papers have been reviewed. Next class we'll work on the homework assigned before the exam. Let's correct the homework first."

She habitually placed her homework in the center of her desk, and as she reached for the red pen, she casually opened a notebook.

In an instant, her fingertips hovered in mid-air—

The workbook was covered with red checkmarks and crosses, and the words "read" and the date were also written on it.

The level of detail in these revisions was even greater than hers.

Chen Hui was overjoyed, thinking to herself, "Who is this kind person who corrected all my homework for me, and did it so carefully?"

Is it possible that one of the male teachers in the grade is trying to woo me and is using this method to please me?

It's quite thoughtful that they know to correct homework.

Thinking of this, Chen Hui, who had been single for 25 years, couldn't help but blush and began to daydream.

My child attends the kindergarten in the east of the city; all the teachers there say it's good.

For primary school, you should go to Experimental Primary School, a well-known school in the city; for junior high school, you can go to No. 7 Middle School, which has the highest college entrance rate.

As for high school, although No. 2 High School is not as good as No. 1 High School, I feel at ease having it with me.

However, just as Chen Hui was fantasizing about her wonderful married life, a phone call came in.

Seeing that the contact name was "Director Ke Linhai," she quickly answered the phone:
"Hello, Director Ke, please come to my office. Okay, okay, I'm already at the school!"

Picking up her phone, Chen Hui walked towards the director's office.

Ten minutes later, Chen Hui returned to her workstation with a livid face, her cheeks still burning.

Ke Linhai took out the photo that the Mediterranean Secretary had taken that morning and gave her a severe scolding, saying that she had students correcting homework during class, which violated professional ethics.

Feeling deeply ashamed, Chen Hui then realized that it was Chen Zhou who had corrected her homework.

Chen Hui clenched her teeth.

No, why would a student like you secretly alter a teacher's homework? If this gets out, what's the difference between that and stealing someone's life?
Did I ask you to change it?

The fan continued to spin at a leisurely pace, gently caressing her burning earlobes.

Chen Hui slammed her phone down, seething with anger. She immediately went to the door of Class 8 and interrupted Ren Feng, who was showing the students a short video:
"Chen Zhou, come out here for a moment."

Seeing Chen Hui burning with anger, Chen Zhou was puzzled. He walked out of the classroom and went to the office.

On the way, he muttered to himself:
"Sister Hui is really like a gasoline can reincarnated, how come she's always angry?"

I was upset this morning because he did poorly on his history test, and now I don't know what I'm upset about. I hope it has nothing to do with him.

Amidst his confusion, Chen Zhou activated [Insightful Insight]:
[Chen Hui: Chen Zhou, why did you have to correct my homework? It made me get a scolding from the headmaster. If you can't come up with something succinct, I'll make you pay!]

Upon seeing this, Chen Zhou's heart skipped a beat.

I only helped Chen Hui correct her homework, so why did she get scolded by the headmaster?

"boom!"

The office door was slammed shut, making the leaves of the pothos plant in the corner tremble.

Chen Hui's chest heaved violently. Without even sitting down, she pointed to the homework on the table and asked:
"Chen Zhou! Why are you changing my homework for no reason?"

In a flash, Chen Zhou realized that his only option was to appeal to Chen Hui's emotions. He placed his hands in front of him, looked down at Chen Hui, and slowly said:
"Sister Hui, I... I just don't want to see you working so hard grading homework. You already work so hard teaching us, and now you're worrying about my history grades and giving me extra help..."

Upon hearing this, the anger on Chen Hui's face gradually faded, and a touch of emotion welled up in her heart.

[Chen Hui: So that's how it is. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought Chen Zhou was deliberately seeking revenge. But thinking about it, it makes sense. What would a student like him know about teacher regulations... Sigh, I misunderstood him.] Chen Zhou opened [Insightful Insight] again and saw what Chen Hui was thinking, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Chen Zhou, who was bowing his head to explain, Chen Hui's anger had long since turned into gratitude. She sighed and said:
“You child… even if you want to help, you can’t hide it from your teacher.”

Chen Zhou slightly raised his head, biting his lower lip as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, then used the same manipulative tactics on Chen Hui:

"Sister Hui, I know I was wrong... I just feel sorry for you. The other students think you are too strict, but I know you are doing it for our own good."

"I was afraid that if I told you directly, you definitely wouldn't agree, so I thought I'd finish revising it first..."

As he spoke, Chen Zhou sniffed, his voice carrying a perfectly timed sob.

Seeing this, Chen Hui felt a pang of sadness and quickly comforted Chen Zhou, her voice so soft it could melt hearts:
"Alright, alright, I was wrong to blame you. I know I was wrong and shouldn't have scolded you."

Chen Zhou was as delicate as a small white flower, yet she still stubbornly insisted:

"No...the teacher did nothing wrong."

Amidst the hum of the air conditioner, Chen Hui sighed softly and said:
"You're a good kid. Go back to class now. You still need to think of a way to improve your history studies."

"goodbye teacher."

Chen Zhou gently opened the office door, leaving behind Chen Hui, who was deeply moved and crying her eyes out.

After closing the door, Chen Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, having escaped another ordeal.

Immediately, the system notification appeared:
[Your Majesty has won the heart of your tutor. The Imperial Tutor has noticed Your Majesty's sincere heart and is deeply moved. Imperial Prestige +50]

[Imperial Might: 130]

Chen Zhou smiled slightly, never expecting that this could also gain imperial favor.

……

The scorching sun beat down on Guangya No. 2 Middle School, and the sound of cicadas filled the air.

The camphor trees in front of the office building were in full bloom, and a black official vehicle drove over the asphalt road and came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps.

The car door opened, and Zhang Jilong stepped out first. He was still wearing a tracksuit today, but the color had changed from navy blue to gray, and he was also wearing sunglasses.

Cheng Yanqiu followed closely behind, carrying a black laptop bag and striding along with her long legs.

At the entrance of the office building, the Mediterranean-looking Party Secretary strode forward, smiling broadly, and said:

"Coach Zhang's presence is truly an honor to our humble abode!"

He grasped Zhang Jilong's hands with both of his and shook them back and forth:
"Guangya No. 2 Middle School is eagerly awaiting your guidance on the development of sports!"

"Secretary Wang, you're too kind."

Zhang Jilong took off his sunglasses, revealing a gaze as sharp as a hawk's behind the lenses.

The three walked side by side toward the gymnasium. Zhang Jilong had specifically mentioned before coming that he wanted to observe the training of the No. 2 Middle School's sports students.

Normally, when university coaches come to guide sports training, the school secretary doesn't need to be involved.

However, Zhang Jilong's identity and rank were extraordinary.

The Mediterranean Secretary introduced the area as he walked:

"This year, our No. 2 High School's sports program has achieved another brilliant result. More than 100 students were admitted to undergraduate programs, 17 were admitted through special admissions, and three were admitted to Beijing Sport University..."

Zhang Jilong walked into the stadium, and unusually nodded in approval, saying:
"The venue's facilities are quite good."

He leaned against the railing with his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping through the crowd. When he didn't see that figure, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)