Colorful years

Congcong's gaze, which had been wandering off into thought, instantly focused on the direction of the classroom door.

The school bell was like a magic key, instantly opening the door to the classroom and pulling Congcong back to reality from his fantasy world.

Congcong's agile movements were like lightning; she got up at top speed and then ran back to her seat as fast as the wind.

Once seated, Congcong immediately straightened his back, standing there like a majestic mountain peak.

His focused gaze was fixed on the classroom door, as if anticipating the arrival of a mysterious messenger. Time seemed to slow down at that moment, each second weighing heavily on Congcong's heart.

He waited quietly, his heart filled with anticipation and awe for his math teacher, like a devout believer awaiting the arrival of a deity, ready to immerse himself wholeheartedly in the ocean of knowledge.

As you enter the spacious and bright space, a female teacher with a unique demeanor slowly comes into view.

On her face, which was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, the years had left some marks, but they had also added to her maturity and charm.

She was dressed in a classic Lenin suit, the black fabric shimmering slightly under the light, as if carrying the weight of history.

Her short, ear-length hair was neat and energetic, swaying gently with her steps like a lively musical note.

Her slender face had distinct features, and her fair skin revealed a healthy glow. Her gentle smile bloomed like the warm spring sun, instantly making the entire classroom feel cozy.

"My name is Chen Yueying. I am very happy to become your math teacher. From today onwards, I will accompany you on your journey of mathematical knowledge, and learn and progress together with you."

Teacher Chen's gentle yet firm self-introduction was like a clear spring flowing into the hearts of the students, appearing both humble and warm, making each student feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, and a sense of inexplicable intimacy welled up in their hearts.

On the first day of school, the class officers had not yet been selected, and the classroom was somewhat quiet and relaxed.

However, the moment Teacher Chen stepped into the classroom, everything quietly changed.

Without the class monitor taking the lead in organizing the class to stand up and salute in unison, the students seemed to be inspired by an invisible force, and they all stood up spontaneously, their postures upright and their eyes revealing respect and anticipation for the new teacher.

They lowered their heads slightly and bowed deeply to Teacher Chen. Although their movements were immature, they were full of sincerity and respect.

"Please open your math textbooks to the first lesson. Today, I'm going to teach you how to read and write the ten most basic yet crucial natural numbers from 1 to 10." After saying this, Teacher Chen slowly turned around and gracefully picked up the white chalk from her desk.

She lightly gripped the chalk with her fingers, exerted a slight force with her arm, and wrote stroke by stroke on the dark blackboard. Her neat and powerful handwriting was like a dancing sprite, clearly presenting the ten numbers from 1 to 10.

Each number seems to contain endless mysteries, waiting for students to explore and discover.

"Please keep your eyes on the blackboard and watch how I write," Teacher Chen said as she wrote on the board, asking the students to look at the blackboard and keep up with her teaching pace.

After finishing writing on the blackboard, Teacher Chen turned around, picked up the pointer, pointed to the numbers on the blackboard, and asked the students to read five passages in a row with her.

"Can you all read it?" Teacher Chen's loud and somewhat authoritative voice rang out in the classroom, as if carrying an invisible force that instantly silenced the entire classroom, and all the students' eyes were focused on her.

"Teacher Chen, I already know it." Congcong quickly stood up, his posture upright and confident, his eyes shining with determination, as if he had been ready to show himself for a long time.

"What's your name?" Teacher Chen frowned slightly, a hint of doubt on her face, but then curiosity returned. She felt a special fondness for this bold and proactive student, as if she had seen a brilliant star hidden in the ordinary.

"Reporting to Teacher Chen, my name is Zhang Cong." Congcong's voice was clear and loud, each word pronounced clearly, like pearls rolling down his cheeks, showing his good manners and calm attitude.

"Great name! Read it aloud to your teacher and classmates." A hint of anticipation flashed in Teacher Chen's eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if she could already foresee a wonderful performance.

“Okay, Teacher Chen.” Congcong nodded solemnly, then turned around to face the blackboard, took a deep breath, as if to focus all his attention on the simple number recitation.

Then, he raised his arm and waved it vigorously with a rhythmic motion, before loudly reading aloud to the blackboard:

"1, 2, 3... 9, 10," the voice echoed in the classroom like heavenly music. He read each number with exceptional clarity, as if he wanted to convey the secrets of these ten numbers to every student and teacher through his voice.