Gold Medal Sweetheart

When she pushed open the door of the classroom, she was stunned. What greeted her was thunderous applause from the students. On the blackboard were written big words "Welcome back Teacher Tang", and moist and warm liquid filled her eyes.

The children's clear eyes and innocent smiles were like twinkling stars. Covering her red cheeks with her hands, she was overwhelmed by an incomparable sense of happiness.

"Thank you, students." Tang Xin walked up to the podium. The slight discomfort she had felt before class had been completely melted away by the children's enthusiasm. "In the days ahead, we will study and strive together, love and fight together."

Thinking of this teacher who looked not much older than them, the scenes of them and this lovely big sister competing with each other in academics in the past and refusing to give in came to their mind again. Although it was a headache, it was also fun. The classmates let out a long "eh" in disgust, and then burst into laughter.

Tang Xin joined everyone in laughing heartily. Her mother had urged her to apply to a teacher's college for the college entrance exam, then pushed her to get a teacher's certificate. After graduating from university, she was naturally urged to interview at a university. She'd thought her life trajectory was simply a result of obeying her mother's arrangements, but only today did she realize that standing on this podium was actually driven by her own passion and desire.

The class suddenly became lively, and a relaxed and natural atmosphere slowly flowed through the classroom. Tang Xin's eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles. She accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure in the aisle. After a slight pause, she restrained her smile, walked down from the podium and closed the door.

The man, originally standing outside the classroom, was drawn to the laughter emanating from within. He paused to listen, a smile of delight crossing his face. As he watched the girl approach him, the smile deepened. But the next second, there was a bang, and the wooden door instantly sealed him off. He could still hear the faint creaking sounds from inside, but they were no longer audible.

The man's face was as gloomy as the darkness before a storm, and he was locked outside the door by her.

"Okay, students, through studying the first purpose, we have understood the importance of building a modern economic system and the connotation and composition of the current economic system. So, how do we build a modern economic system? This is what we are going to discuss together today-" question.

As the door was pushed open again, the classmates all looked at the man standing at the door. Tang Xin's words got stuck in her throat.

Everyone was stunned, staring at Jin Taize carrying a chair and walking straight to the back of the classroom. He put it down and sat down without hesitation.

The man looked ahead calmly. Tang Xin, who was dazed at the podium, took a long time to notice the notebook and pen in his hands. Was he going to - listen to her class?!

The title hanging on the doorplate of Jin Taize's office is Chairman, but except for the last time they saw him at the sports event, the students actually didn't see him very often. However, everyone is familiar with this young school director. After all, he is an eye-catching person wherever he goes.

After a series of gasps and low exclamations from the students, the classroom gradually became silent.

After calming herself down, Tang Xin didn't want to miss this first opportunity to look down on him. She raised her chin slightly, met his gaze without avoiding or avoiding, and smiled at him - Well, since Mr. Jin wants to attend the class, then I, a little girl, will accompany him to the end.

"The content of this class is to promote high-quality economic development." After saying that, she turned around and wrote the topic on the blackboard with chalk.

In sharp contrast to her petite and thin figure are her powerful movements. As her wrist writes neatly, her ponytail swings out in a cool arc behind her head, and every stroke leaves a striking mark on the blackboard.

After writing on the blackboard, Tang Xin turned around and looked around at the classmates in the audience with an elegant and natural posture. At this moment of looking around, she casually glanced at Jin Taize who was sitting below.