Meng Yan's Transformation

Zhan Mengyan came to the office of her homeroom teacher, Teacher Yan. The door was open and she could clearly see that Teacher Yan was correcting students' homework with her head down. The office was neatly laid out and other teachers were busy at work.

Zhan Mengyan stood at the door and hesitated for a while. She politely raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door frame to attract the teacher's attention.

"Dong dong..."

At the same time, Zhan Mengyan shouted loudly and clearly: "Report!"

The voice echoed in the quiet office, and several teachers raised their heads and looked at Zhan Mengyan with gentle eyes.

Zhan Mengyan stood at the door, waiting for the teacher's response, feeling nervous and expectant...

"Come in, Zhan Mengyan."

As the head teacher, Teacher Yan, spoke, her eyes were gentle and she waved gently to Zhan Mengyan.

"Teacher Yan, I want to ask for leave for Dong Hanmei and myself. Dong Hanmei has a stomachache and needs me to take her home. I want to use the evening study time to go to the canned food factory to get hawthorn seeds as a part-time job."

While Zhan Mengyan was speaking, she stood in front of her homeroom teacher, Teacher Yan, with her fists clenched tightly.

"Student Zhan Mengyan, you've taken too many leave from evening self-study this month to work part-time. You can't work part-time for too long. You're a high school student, you should focus on studying, not making money. You can't put the cart before the horse!"

As the head teacher, Mr. Yan, spoke, he frowned and gently pushed the eye on the bridge of his nose with one hand, his eyes looking slightly stern.

"Teacher Yan, I will try to reduce my part-time hours. I...I...I want to work hard to earn enough money for next semester's tuition, so that I won't drag the class down when it comes time to pay tuition...and make you worry about me...and make it difficult..."

Zhan Mengyan tried to keep herself calm and relaxed as she spoke, but her tongue seemed to be tangled in her mouth, as if her brain and mouth were disconnected, and she stuttered like a stuck tape.

"Zhan Mengyan, don't be nervous. The teacher has no intention of blaming or criticizing you. The teacher understands your difficulties. You are a strong and unyielding student. But I am afraid that you will work too long part-time, which will delay your study time and affect your academic performance. Look at how excellent your grades were when you were promoted from junior high school to high school! But now, your grades in every monthly exam in the class are just mediocre, nothing outstanding, I am really worried about you!"

“When our homeroom teacher, Ms. Yan, spoke, she tried to make her tone gentler and more sincere.

"I know, I know! I...I failed Teacher Yan's hope for me, I...I will try my best... Teacher Yan Dong Hanmei's stomach hurt so much that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Can you approve our leave?"

Zhan Mengyan looked anxious when she spoke.

"Leave granted, leave granted! Let's go! I'll go back to the classroom with you to see how Dong Hanmei is doing and whether she needs to go to the hospital!"

When our head teacher, Teacher Yan, said this, he seemed to have suddenly woken up from a dream and hurried out of the office.

"Teacher Yan, don't worry. Dong Hanmei told me that she has pain like this every month, but this time it's a little more severe than before. She needs to go home and rest. She said she will recover on her own in a few days..."

When Zhan Mengyan was speaking, she followed closely behind her homeroom teacher, Teacher Yan.

"From what you said, it seems that Dong Hanmei is having her period. Does she have dysmenorrhea?"

Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Yan, slowed down as she spoke.