90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

The next day was the monthly exam.

There are six subjects in primary school curriculum, mainly Chinese, mathematics, natural science, ideology and morality, art, physical education and music.

There were only two subjects in the exam, Chinese and mathematics, and it was completed in one morning.

The first subject to be tested was mathematics. Elementary school mathematics was too simple for Xie Yan and she finished it easily. Moreover, the answers to the mathematics questions were also unique.

The essay topic is "If Memory Could Be Transplanted." This topic requires candidates to write an essay of no less than 700 words, in any style.

Students can use this topic to be creative and describe the conversation between a father and son at the ruins of the Old Summer Palace a hundred years later. The child asks his father what this dilapidated place is, and the father says that this is the scar left by the British and French forces when they invaded China.

We can further imagine that if memory can be transplanted, every Chinese person should be branded with the history of being beaten after falling behind. This is the memory of a nation.

Xie Yan glanced at the title. It was very simple. She seemed to see herself, an adult who had experienced the turbulent changes in the early 21st century.

She recalled all the memories of those years - from the dawn of the new century in 2000 to the glory of the 2008 Beijing Olympics; from the national grief of the Wenchuan earthquake to the pride of the Shenzhou spacecraft flying in space; from the deepening of reform and opening up to the global response of the "Belt and Road" initiative.

Xie Yan took a deep breath, calmed her thoughts, and prepared to let the memories and emotions of those years flow onto paper through the tip of her pen.

She held the pen gently, and the touch from her fingertips made her feel inexplicably at ease.

The tip of the pen touched the paper lightly, making a rustling sound.

Xie Yan's thoughts were racing in her mind, and as the pen tip moved, the words flowed out like a trickle of water.

After handing in the test paper, Xie Yan breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to pack up and leave the examination room.

At this moment, she noticed that Yang Shuang was sitting in her seat, her eyes flickering, as if she was thinking of something.

Xie Yan didn't think much about it and turned around and walked towards her seat.

Just as she was about to reach her seat, Yang Shuang suddenly stretched out her foot, trying to trip Xie Yan.

Xie Yan was startled, but she reacted quickly and stabilized her body in time.

She turned her head and glared at Yang Shuang, her eyes filled with confusion and anger.

"Yang Shuang, are you done yet?" Xie Yan asked.

Seeing that her plot had failed, Yang Shuang's face flashed with embarrassment and panic.

But she quickly calmed down and pretended to be innocent and said, "Huh? I... I was doing my homework and didn't notice you coming over. I didn't mean to trip you."

Teacher Zhou heard the noise and glanced at the two of them: "Xie Yan, what are you doing? You don't look at your feet when you walk, and you blame your classmates? Why are you so nosy? You're such a nuisance!"

Hearing this, Xie Yan looked at Teacher Zhou and smiled coldly.

"Apologize!"

Teacher Zhou thought he had misheard, rubbed his ears and asked in disbelief, "What are you talking about?"

Xie Yan curled her lips into a cold smile. She slowly raised her head, her eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly at Teacher Zhou, and repeated word by word, "I said, apologize!"

Teacher Zhou was obviously shocked by this sudden tough attitude. She frowned, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

He confirmed again: "You want me to apologize? Are you sure you didn't say anything wrong?"

Xie Yan didn't flinch. Her eyes grew even more resolute, and her tone carried an undeniable force. "Yes, Teacher Zhou, I'm certain. Without fully understanding the truth of the matter, you jumped to conclusions, accusing me of not looking at my feet and calling me a nuisance. This is not only disrespectful to me and a blasphemy against your impartiality as a teacher, but it has also caused me tremendous psychological harm. I demand an apology. This is my reasonable request."

Teacher Zhou's expression became complicated. She had never met a student who dared to challenge her authority so directly.

The attention of other students in the classroom was also drawn to this. They put down their pens and waited with bated breath to see how this "duel" between teacher and student would end.

However, Teacher Zhou's complex expression quickly turned to displeasure. She coughed lightly, trying to suppress Xie Yan's aura with her teacher's authority. "Xie Yan, I understand you may feel wronged, but I am your teacher, and it is my responsibility to teach you how to properly handle interpersonal relationships. You should learn to be tolerant and understanding, instead of being unreasonable and demanding an apology from me. Doing so will only make you look more immature."

Xie Yan didn't care about Teacher Zhou's words at all: "I'm just an eight-year-old child. Why do you demand that I be mature? You are an adult, you are mature, so you can scold me at will? Besides, my parents wouldn't call me annoying, so why do you, as a teacher, scold me?"

Teacher Zhou was speechless, and her face became even gloomier. She obviously did not expect Xie Yan to be so persistent, and to speak so rigorously, with clear views and clear logic.

She had no reason to refute. Indeed, she was an adult, and it was too harsh for her to casually accuse an eight-year-old girl.

Her son is in the third year of junior high school. As a parent, she has never scolded her own child, and naturally she would not allow her son's teacher to scold her son.

The atmosphere in the classroom became extremely tense, and the other students held their breath, fearing that the conflict would escalate further.

"I'm sorry, I spoke impulsively." Teacher Zhou thought for a long time and finally decided to apologize to Xie Yan, but she held a grudge against the student in front of her.

After Teacher Zhou finished speaking, the tense atmosphere in the classroom eased a little, but her heart was like a surging wave, difficult to calm down.

There was both resentment and resentment in her eyes as she looked at Xie Yan.

She never thought that an eight-year-old girl could have such a firm stance and clear logic, leaving her, an adult, speechless.

Although the words had been spoken, Teacher Zhou still felt uneasy.

She felt that her authority as an educator and a superior was challenged and her dignity was trampled upon.

A strong desire for revenge arose in her heart. There are six years in elementary school, and she is only in the second grade, so there are still four years to go.

Teacher Zhou lowered his eyes to hide the hatred in them: Xie Yan, I have plenty of opportunities to deal with you.

Seeing that Teacher Zhou, who usually spoke up for her, had bowed his head, Yang Shuang didn't want to continue to cause trouble.

Xie Yan spent the day like this at school. Because of her recent personality change, she was not excluded by others. Instead, more and more classmates approached Xie Yan and wanted to be friends with her.

People always admire the strong and will follow whoever is stronger. Most people do not have the ability to think independently, not to mention that this is elementary school.

Elementary school students may still be young, but the instincts engraved in human genes cannot be changed.

The classmates who usually liked to make trouble for Xie Yan became much more restrained, fearing that they would be scolded by Xie Yan, and turned to bullying other weaker ones.

Xie Yan also had no time to care about what happened at school, because it was almost June and her uncle was going to take the college entrance examination.

She is going to find her uncle!