Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Lai Lin sat down at the next table and said, "I'm here to thank you. You were chasing a thief that day and helped the police catch him. The person whose bag was stolen is from my family... my aunt. So, thank you."

"Oh? Oh." Shang Qing recalled the scene of that day. His impression of his aunt was that of a plump, middle-aged woman, but he had no impression of him at all. He replied, "I didn't chase the thief that day. He just ran up to me, and I kicked him twice. The police uncle and... the police sister caught him."

"They are the ones you should thank. The exam is about to start. Go back to your seat."

Seeing a fat invigilator walking in with a pile of papers, Shang Qing ignored him.

Teacher Yao Pangpang glanced at the examination room. There were supposed to be 40 people in the room, but there were only about ten people sitting there scattered around.

Yao Pangpang thought: That’s great, easy to manage, and I can sleep well.

Shang Qing thought: It’s great, quiet, I can answer questions quietly.

Of course, Shang Qing was wrong. Although there were only a dozen people, the scene gave her a glimpse into what chaos and turmoil were like.

At the beginning of the exam, everything was normal. As the exam went on, notes were passed around, whispers were exchanged, and the sound of flipping pages rose and fell...

As long as you don't talk, the invigilator won't see or hear you. Or rather, the invigilator is currently sleeping soundly, almost snoring.

Not long after the exam bell rang, Yao Pangpang had already thought it through. It was a good time to catch up on some sleep.

He sighed, saying he still hadn't recovered from the holiday syndrome. At the meeting yesterday, he rolled his eyes as he listened to the old principal's inspiring speech and saw how energetic and excited he was.

Sure enough, the elderly are full of energy.

He can't do that; he's still young.

Shang Qing was shocked. "Wow, wow, wow, what's going on? Are these kids so brave?"

Didn't the fat teacher care? Soon, Shang Qing understood. It wasn't the teacher's fault. Even if he put the answers in front of these people, would they understand? Those who couldn't even copy, were lucky enough to be able to flip through the book and pass around notes. Didn't you see the expert who wrote his name down, guessed a few multiple-choice questions, and then fell asleep?

The top students were fighting on the battlefield, and the weakest students wanted to fight too. If they weren't given the opportunity to copy, it was hard to say whether the combined ten-digit score across all subjects would be the highest possible!

Shang Qing just sighed silently in his heart and then focused all his attention on answering the Chinese test paper.

As for Chinese language knowledge, what she could remember was the classical Chinese texts and ancient poems that Ji Xun was responsible for reading. She happened to have them, but she didn't know how to write some of the characters. It seemed like... uh... it should be written like this.

Whatever, I'll just write it down first. I finished the reading questions one by one, my pen nib scraping against the paper, and finally arrived at the composition section.

"Swish!" A sharp sound of desk movement exploded in the examination room.

Yao Pangpang, who was catching up on his sleep, was woken up. He looked at the student who was half lying on the classmate in front of him to copy the answers with dissatisfaction and snorted.

The student finally reacted, quickly retreated to his seat and pretended nothing had happened.

What a tactless person! You can't even plagiarize, yet you're making such a fuss, afraid others won't know what you're doing? The most incomprehensible thing is that students who don't even know how to plagiarize when given the opportunity are so hopeless. You can't even earn some points to save face! So infuriating!

I remember when he first started teaching, he'd get mad at students who didn't write or wrote sloppily. Especially the essays, which were worth a high score, because they could have easily gotten points by writing a few words, but they didn't write a single word. He'd even try to guess the answers to the multiple-choice questions. The old teacher said, "These kids are being held back from going to school..."

He didn't understand it when he first heard it, but after some reflection, he finally understood it. Later in his teaching career, he came to believe it deeply.

A teacher will never teach someone who doesn't want to learn.

All roads lead to Rome. If studying this path really doesn't work, why not choose a path you like based on your own strengths or preferences?

He couldn't quite understand why a child like this was still slacking off in high school. Could such a child really change, grow, and mature one day?

Anyway, he has been teaching for more than 20 years and has never encountered this problem.

These children are the best and most kind children because they do not influence others.

Eh? What's going on? Yao Pangpang cast a curious glance at the two students who appeared in the exam room, sitting upright, concentrating on writing their answers.

These two kids are both quite handsome. They must be new transfer students. They don't fit in with the other people in the exam room.

He was so curious that he pretended to inspect the examination room carefully and walked down from the podium.

He slowly walked over to Lai Lin, looking at the overflowing answers and the elegant handwriting. His mouth widened. "This student is quite good!" He flipped open the name. "Lailin." "Hmm, not bad. I wonder which class he'll be assigned to. It would be great if he were in my class." Hehe.

The students in the exam room who were about to continue cheating were frustrated. Why did the teacher come down to the podium? Go back to the podium! Seriously, I can't even cheat if I want to.

In reality, everyone is just going through the motions. The invigilator turned a blind eye, and students should give their teachers the minimum respect. You can't just copy in front of them when they're checking. Isn't that just asking for trouble?

Don't blame anyone. This kind of child doesn't study during normal times and won't know anything on the test. He wants to find a way to copy, which means he still cares. If he doesn't study or write, or even doesn't want to copy, then it's really meaningless.

Then, the invigilator walked slowly to Shang Qing and said, "Hmm, this transfer student is also very good. His handwriting is very beautiful and has a small calligraphy style. It's really good. It's rare for a little boy to write in such a style."

When it came to the part of looking at the name, he opened it with great anticipation, and those two words almost made him die on the spot!

Shang Qing? Shang Qing!

Unable to hold back his emotions, he shouted out loudly.

Everyone in the examination room was shocked, and the most unlucky person was Shang Qing, who was closest to her.

Is this teacher seriously ill? Why is he calling her name so loudly? It scared the hell out of me! Where was she writing just now? Her creative thoughts were interrupted! This fat-headed teacher! How hateful!

But she dared not speak out, pretending not to hear and continuing to answer the questions. What could she do? Should she have a fight with the teacher? Shang Qing didn't think she was stupid enough to do that.

Huh? There's a new kid with the same name, but he's just a handsome boy?

Thinking so, Teacher Yao Pangpang ran back to the podium in a panic, randomly flipped through the papers of the students who were absent, and found the examination room seating chart and name list at the bottom.

However, his trembling hands soon revealed his feelings. It was Shang Qing, it really was Shang Qing!

Shang Qing, the most boisterous and mischievous girl in their class! Shang Qing, the ugly girl who dressed up in strange ways every day! Shang Qing, the girl who always acted like a bootlicker for the little yellow-haired boy in Class 15!

Yao Pangpang suddenly raised his head, his eyes like torches, shooting straight at Shang Qing who was answering the questions properly.

Shang Qing felt a strange cool breeze on her head. She looked up and her sight met the fat invigilator who seemed to want to dig her open to take a look.

Why is this Fat Head Teacher glaring at me? Is he really abnormal?