Gold Medal Sweetheart

"Yes, it is still my senior who cares about me the most." Tang Xin said with hidden meaning.

The depressed mood on the man's face became heavier and heavier. Tang Xin hinted that he had promised before to find an opportunity for her to teach again. It was not until today that Senior Sister Song boldly proposed it to Principal Wang, and she finally got this opportunity.

But if she doesn't rely on him, she will owe him less favor and have less ties with him, which may not be a bad thing for her.

In fact, if it were because of her limited teaching ability, she wouldn't have asked others to speak well of her. It's not that she has any sense of distinction between high and low labor; in fact, the position of general affairs, which allows her to serve everyone, is also very fulfilling. She just has a little confidence in her teaching ability and is willing to teach and answer questions.

"Senior?" Jin Taize asked back in a hanging voice.

"Ms. Song, who used to teach the first grade, was my senior," Tang Xin proudly announced her name, as if showing off her senior's status. "She recommended me to Principal Wang to resume the class."

"She recommended it?" Jin Taize's face became more gloomy.

Feeling somewhat guilty about his series of rhetorical questions, Teacher Tang carefully observed his expression, hesitantly frowned, tilted his head, and asked him, "What do you mean? What do you know?"

Could it be that the resumption of classes had something to do with him? It couldn't be such a coincidence that after the senior sister proposed it, he would add fuel to the fire?

As soon as the idea in her heart jumped out, she asked him without hesitation, waiting for his clear answer.

"It's boring. I don't know." The man uttered a few cold words with his thin lips, gave her a harsh look, and walked away.

The man threw out these few words and walked away, leaving her alone.

"What? Menopause." Facing the man's cold and ruthless back, Tang Xin couldn't help but snort from her nose to vent her dissatisfaction.

After receiving the news of the resumption of classes, Tang Xin was full of ambition. She found the textbooks and teaching materials, brought them home, and prepared to go back to prepare for class.

After a quick meal, she went into the bedroom and began her work, starting with what she would be talking about tomorrow.

Opening the textbook, the distinctive scent of paper filled her nostrils, a familiar aroma that brought her a sense of warmth and groundedness. In her first year of work, to ensure she taught well, she even took her textbooks home and prepared late into the night. Casually pressing down on a dozen pages, letting them glide through her fingers in a long, flowing line, everything seemed to bring her back to the source of her memories.

During the day at school, she had no time to savor any other emotions except excitement.

At this moment, in the quiet and Zen-like night, Zhigang was sleeping at her feet, while she was preparing lessons. It was great to find the feeling of belonging again.

I read the teaching materials carefully and marked down the key teaching suggestions. I also consulted some extracurricular materials, combined with my own thoughts, edited the lesson plan, and designed the teaching courseware.

After preparing two lessons, I looked up at the wall clock and saw it was already getting late. The principal said that a leader would be attending her class next week, so I could prepare for the next lesson in two days.

In order to be in a good mental state tomorrow, she took a shower and went to bed.

The next morning, perhaps because she was in high spirits due to good news, Tang Xin felt that today's shared bicycles were much lighter and easier to ride than before, and she had a refreshing feeling of the wind under the wheels.

The second period was her class. As soon as the first period was over, she went to the office early with her books and lesson plans, looking at the clock over and over again.

Director Zhang laughed at her, "Xiao Tang, you've already checked your watch at least ten times. Relax."

Tang Xin stuck out her tongue sheepishly, "It's happened so many times, I can't even notice it anymore."

As the bell rang, Tang Xin felt every cell in her body begin to beat uncontrollably. Having not stepped onto the podium in a while, she felt not only excited but also nervous. She walked to the classroom door and took a deep breath. As her chest rose and fell, her tense nerves began to ease a little.