The first top lady

When Song Yike's high school class teacher Zhang Huilin heard that Song Yice was Song Yike's younger brother, he immediately became very curious and ran from the second floor of high school to class three of grade one, wanting to catch a glimpse of the Song family.

"I want to see if all the children in the Song family are academic masters."

The banner announcing Song Yike's multiple gold medals and his early admission to S University is still hanging at the gate of Linhang No. 7 Middle School. After Song Liyuan learned that Song Yike was also the child of one of his students, he wanted to post Song Yike's photos on all the school bulletin boards.

This is the greatest honor since the founding of Linhang No. 7 Middle School, and even since the founding of Linhang City.

"Classmate, who is Song Yice?" Zhang Huilin saw that the classroom of Class 3 was quiet and he was embarrassed to go in and disturb them. He turned his head and saw a boy who was playing with a yo-yo walking over.

"I...that's it." Song Yice raised his hand, and the yo-yo that had fallen to ankle height instantly shrank back into his palm.

“Ah…” Zhang Huilin stared at the sunny boy in front of him. Compared with the taciturn Song Yike, he was indeed a lot more lively. “No, it’s okay.”

Compared with those students in the class who are immersed in studying, Song Yice does not seem to be a good student.

Zhang Huilin gradually began to have doubts in his heart. Could Song Yice be a poor student?

Alas! What a pity.

Song Yice didn't care about the purpose of the strange teacher's visit and entered the classroom through the back door swinging his yo-yo.

Just as he entered, a male student wearing a red armband suddenly leaned forward from the front door, stared at Zhang Huilin's back for a long time, then raised his hand to adjust his glasses and lowered his head to write in the notebook in his hand: "Song Yice: Special Teacher x1."

In the senior year director's office, a young teacher said as she typed on the keyboard, "Hey? Do you know? It's Song Yike, who was recommended to S University before the summer vacation. His brother is also attending our No. 7 Middle School this year."

"Really? Then what about this child? They are from the same family. No matter how low his IQ is, he is smarter than ordinary children, right?" said an old teacher.

"I don't know." The young teacher shook his head and glanced at WeChat. Suddenly, he had something to talk about. "I found out that his name is Song Yice and he's in Class 3 of Grade 1. He's in the top class so his grades must be pretty good! Maybe he can even be recommended for admission early."

"Then our No. 7 Middle School is famous throughout the country. We have admitted three students in advance for two consecutive years, and two of them are brothers." The old teacher became more and more proud as he spoke, as if this honor had already fallen on Linhang No. 7 Middle School.

"Yes, yes, this school must cultivate them well, just in case it comes true." said the young teacher.

Wang Youliang is now the head of the senior class. He left the office silently without saying anything and went straight to the first floor. When he passed by the senior class, he ran into Gao Xiu, the head of the senior class, who was going in the same direction.

"Director Gao, Director Gao!" Wang Youliang called out twice, and when he saw Gao Xiu stop and look back at him, he hurried over.

Gao Xiu said: "It seems that our goals are the same."

Wang Youliang extended his hand and gestured, "Then let's go together."

When the two arrived at Class 3, they found a teacher outside who was looking inside through the window glass.

"Director Yuan?" Gao Xiu was slightly surprised.

How come even the dean of the first grade came over to peek at Song Yice?

Yuan Zhiming hastily retracted his hand and gaze, feeling as embarrassed as if he had been caught doing something bad. "Why are you two here? You scared me."

"Director Yuan, why can't you watch at any time? Why do you have to peek through the window during class?" Wang Youliang teased.

"Hey, you don't know." Yuan Zhiming said, "I can't catch you during class..."

he.

Ding……

Before Gao Xiu and Wang Youliang understood what the three words "can't be caught" meant, they heard the bell for the end of get out of class, and then saw a figure flash past their eyes.

It seems to be a figure...

...ring-ring——

The bell continued to ring, and people came out of the classroom to go to the bathroom one after another. The break had just begun.

"Teachers, who are you looking for?" The male student wearing a red armband walked up to the three grade directors with a notebook and a pen.

Three "big guys" came at once, I wonder if they are here to support the same candidate for class monitor.

Gao Xiu was the first to ask, "Where is Song Yice sitting?"

There is also an advantage to taking a break from get out of class, which is that you don’t have to peel the glass.

The male student wearing a red armband spoke calmly and asked, "Were all the three teachers... invited by Song Yice?"

Wang Youliang hesitated for a moment. What did "Song Yice came here" mean? He would have come here whether he was looked for or not. "We are all here to look for Song Yice. Is he here?"

The male student wearing the red armband did not hear the difference between "找来" and "来找", and just said, "Oh, Song Yice has left. He left as soon as the bell rang."

"Who was just now..." Gao Xiu immediately reacted. Could the person who just "whooshed" past be Song Yice?

"Okay, we got it." Yuan Zhiming was no longer surprised. "You, go and do your work first."

He said that it would be impossible to catch Song Yice after class.

Wang Youliang and Gao Xiu realized it later, "Director Yuan, you are right, we really need to attend class." Gao Xiu said.

Wang Youliang said regretfully, "Almost."

Just now, Song Yice ran right past him, and the shortest distance between them was only 0.1 centimeter.

Looking at the backs of Yuan Zhiming, Gao Xiu, and Wang Youliang, the male student wearing a red armband raised the notebook in his hand and wrote on it: "Song Yice: Grade Director x3."

Later, several teachers and leaders came over. They were actually invited by other candidates for class monitor, because they all gave their recommendation speeches on the podium.

However, the students in charge of the judging committee did not make the recommendation speech a hard and fast rule; they only needed to know who these teachers or leaders were coming for.

After all, these remarks are just polite words.

During evening self-study, Song Liyuan was bored and walked around the teaching building with his arms behind his back, enforcing discipline.

When he reached Class 3 of Grade 1, he deliberately walked back and forth in the corridor a few more times, just to take a closer look at Song Yice. However, when he looked through the window, he saw that Song Yice's seat was empty.

Where did this boy go during class time?

Could it be that she was not satisfied with his arrangement and just left?

It's late at night, don't let anything happen.

Song Liyuan immediately pushed the door open and walked into the classroom, asking, "Where is Song Yice?"

The teacher on duty at the podium saw that it was the principal, and immediately stood up and told him: "Director Yuan just called him away."

"Yeah." Song Liyuan finally felt relieved, but he still symbolically walked around Class 3 twice.

The male student sitting in the first row near the door was wearing a red armband. He looked up at Song Liyuan, then slowly took out a notebook and wrote in the column for Song Yice: "Principal x1."