Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

When he left, everyone in the class, from teachers to students, hoped that he would stay and gave him enough face.

In this way, it seemed to outsiders that Tong Huaimu left Class 1 voluntarily, rather than being forced to leave because of poor grades.

After that, no matter which class I go to, I will receive an extra welcome.

In fact, it was true, Tong Huaimu's guesses all came true.

When he found that there was no one in the principal's office and went to the meeting room with his bag, the principal, who had just finished a meeting, immediately invited him in with a smile.

He looked around and saw that except for Liu Ying, all the head teachers of other classes were there, including the head teacher of another elite class, "Class 2".

"Huai Mu, I have received Mrs. Tong's request. The teachers of each class are sitting in front of you. Which class do you want to go to?"

The female principal seemed to be in her forties or fifties, with a ponytail. She always had a kind expression on her face and was very shrewd.

Tong Huaimu looked down and the class teachers said:

"Class 2 is a quality class, so the learning environment is of course excellent. We can help you improve your grades after you come here..."

"The students in Class 9 are very friendly, the teachers are easy to get along with, and the management is very humane..."

"Although Class 30 focuses on the arts, there are also liberal arts students. We will have more activities than other classes, and they will be more relaxed and enjoyable..."

"..."

All the teachers introduced their classes, and all of them hoped that he could be in their class. There was no disdain or excuse as he had imagined, let alone rejection.

This was beyond Tong Huaimu's expectations. He never thought that he would be so popular.

This was the first time in my life that I was taken so seriously, and I was somewhat at a loss. I stood there, not knowing what to choose.

Finally, I chose a pure science class, "Let's just... Class 3."

The head teacher of Class 3, a young female teacher with short, neat hair, stood up and shook hands with him. "I'm Tao Jingchun, welcome to the big family of Class 3."

The principal nodded and asked Tao Jingchun to take him directly to Class 3.

The first-grade teaching building was newly built, in an arc shape, with four floors in total. Classes one to eight were on the fourth floor, classes nine to sixteen were on the third floor... a total of thirty-two classes, and so on.

When I turned into the corridor from the stairs, I passed by Class 1.

Tong Huaimu glanced inside through the glass window and met the eyes of Liu Ying, who was standing on the podium and saying something.

Seeing her bad expression, the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction and looked away.

Nun Miejue, who had always targeted and looked down on him because of his poor academic performance, also looked deflated.

After all, a teenager is young. No matter how precocious he is, he cannot be hypocritical and hide his emotions. He will always reveal his inner emotions inadvertently.

After entering the classroom, Teacher Tao stood on the podium and introduced Tong Huaimu to the students with wide eyes, "...from now on, Tong Huaimu will be a new member of our class. Let's get along well."

Tong Huaimu also followed her instructions and introduced himself, but he just said coldly and perfunctorily, "My name is Tong Huaimu."

He hated introducing himself.

A month or two ago, he also introduced himself once, briefly summarizing his background without showing off or anything else.

But in the eyes of those people, it has changed.

He still can't forget the contemptuous tone those people used when they talked about him behind his back.

It was as if Tong Huaimu was not even worthy of carrying shoes for the Tong family after leaving them...

After saying that, Tong Huaimu looked around the classroom, picked an empty seat and sat down, still the last seat by the window.

Generally, teachers would not let students sit in this seat where they are "easy to slack off", but Tao Jingchun did not say anything.

After all, this is Tong Huaimu.

The first class was a math class taught by the head teacher, which was about functions.

The progress of the regular class is much slower than that of the elite class. In order to make it understandable to most students, the content is broken down more carefully.

Tong Huaimu listened with one hand on his chin, occasionally making notes in his textbook.

Time flies.

When the bell rang, the teacher did not continue the class as he remembered. Instead, he stopped teaching immediately and put away the textbooks on the podium. "That's all for today. Finish the exercises after class. I'll ask you to teach in class tomorrow."

After class, he was in a daze.

For the first time, I felt that I could understand some of the math lessons. I no longer got distracted and fell asleep while listening...

The students from Class 3 around were like oil in a boiling pot, crackling as the teacher left.

"Tong Huaimu... Damn! Is there something wrong with my eyes and ears?"

One girl looked back in disbelief, and after confirming that it was the man she had seen before, she became excited again, "Student Union President! So handsome, so cool!"

"Oh my god! What's wrong with a believer being more attractive to men once she stops smoking and drinking? Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, isn't this a perfect male model?"

I was so ecstatic that I covered my mouth and almost screamed.

"Isn't he in the elite class? How come he's in an ordinary class like ours? It's so dreamy!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Forget about not joining Class 1. The head teacher of Class 1 is a snob and only cares about grades. I hate him. I thought Tong Huaimu would choose Class 2, but he didn't expect to choose our mediocre class."

Several classmates gathered together and said, "We are so flattered. How could our poor class deserve this?"

Tong Huaimu automatically blocked out the noise, holding a black pen and scribbling on the blank draft paper, his mind was in a daze.

He was distraught by what had happened in the space of an hour this morning.

For a student who neither the teachers nor the classmates in an elite class can retain, transferring to other classes is a form of condescension and downward compatibility, and he or she will inevitably be particularly welcomed by the selected class.

He is no longer a marginal person who has been admitted to another class simply by virtue of his family background, but has become a selector with a high degree of personal dignity.

and……

He glanced at the people around him. Instead of showing any disgust, his classmates were all grinning.

The students in the class who were selected all liked it.

Tong Huaimu buried his head in his arms and lay on the table.

It made him feel a little uncomfortable at once.

I felt so uncomfortable and couldn't understand why that woman did this.

How do you know that he doesn't want to be in Class 1?

She took great pains to arrange all this, to make him respected, but she didn't get any benefits...

If it was just to please him, there was no need to do so much.

He pulled out the check from his pocket again, stared at it intently, and angrily grabbed a handful of hair that was blocking his view on his forehead with his hand.

……

In the evening after school.

In the villa.

"You call me every day, and I've told you eight hundred times that I don't eat the food you cook. Why don't you understand?"

"It's so annoying..."

Jian Yan looked at the boy who sat down at the dining table reluctantly but obediently, and he could see that he had control over the situation.

What a stubborn high school student.

She is best at curing stubbornness.

She smiled again and said in a gentle tone, "Today's dishes may not look that pretty, but they taste good. Try them."