Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

As soon as the new year ends, school starts again and students return to school. After a deserted winter vacation, Beijing No. 1 Middle School becomes lively again.

Because today is Jiang Wangshu's first day at school, Hua Tingjue also got up early, which is rare. Mu Xiuzhi and Hua Tingrui are both busy with work, so Hua Tingjue has to handle matters such as the admission of new students.

Today is Monday. After finishing their meal, the two took a bus to Beijing No. 1 Middle School. When they arrived at the gate of No. 1 Middle School, many people on the road greeted Hua Tingjue.

"Brother Jue, it's so early today."

"Morning."

"Brother Jue, long time no see!"

"Hello!"

"Happy New Year, Jue brother. This is a belated birthday present. Happy birthday!"

"Thanks brother!"

Here, Hua Tingjue was socializing as if he was a randomly triggered NPC in a game. Jiang Wangshu looked up at the magnificent school gate. Compared with Yixi Town, there was indeed a huge gap between here and Yixi Town.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Wangshu who was standing beside him. "Come on, I'll take you to our head teacher's office. You and I are in the same class now. Our class is an international class and everyone here is very easy to talk to."

"International class?" Jiang Wangshu was puzzled by the unfamiliar word.

Seeing Jiang Wangshu's overly confused expression, Hua Tingjue began to explain to her, "Our school is divided into different classes, there are Evergreen Class, Gold Medal Class, Experimental Class and International Class."

"The Evergreen Class is generally for those who are preparing to apply to Ivy League schools abroad. There is only one in each grade. The Gold Medal Class seems to be for those with good grades who are aiming for famous schools in China. The Experimental Class is a very ordinary class."

"As for our international class, uh... our grades are a little bit lower." Hua Tingjue said this with a guilty conscience.

"But we don't have to take the college entrance examination, and we also apply to foreign universities."

Applying to a foreign university? Jiang Wangshu pondered, and suddenly she felt resistance and rejection in her heart. She only wanted to go to Peking University, and this had never changed over the years.

Hua Tingjue was still patting his chest in a childish way and assured, "Don't worry, no one will bully you while I'm here!"

……

The subjects were divided in the second semester of high school. Jiang Wangshu chose science without hesitation, among which Chinese, math, English, physics and chemistry. It didn't matter whether Hua Tingjue chose liberal arts or science, since he was not going to take the college entrance examination anyway.

After waiting for a while at the office door, a young and upright bald man came towards me.

Hua Tingjue raised his hand and greeted, "Old classmate, long time no see!"

The "old class teacher" he mentioned was none other than their head teacher Zhang Zhengliang, 28 years old this year. He graduated with a master's degree a few years ago and got a job teaching at No. 1 Middle School through connections.

Then, by some bad luck, he was assigned to the international class. Not only did he have no performance and no bonus, but every day the students were causing trouble for him and he could only follow behind them to clean up the mess.

Hua Tingjue walked over and touched Zhang Zhengliang's bald head, exclaiming: "Brother Liang, you are bald again?"

Perhaps due to the pressure of graduate school and teaching these days, coupled with genetic problems, Zhang Zhengliang became bald at a young age. Later, he simply cut his head into a big bald shape.

"You kid!" Zhang Zhengliang was so angry that his eyes were almost crooked. He knew that Hua Tingjue could not spit out ivory from his dog's mouth, and he almost picked up his shoe and hit him on the body.

"Hey, teacher, don't be angry." Hua Tingjue dodged sideways flexibly, "Brother Liang, I brought you a new student today."

He introduced: "This is Jiang Wangshu."

Zhang Zhengliang naturally knew that during the winter vacation he would be stuffed with another student, who was also the son of a wealthy family. He felt very disappointed and sighed secretly every day at home.

The school bell rang at this time, and Zhang Zhengliang urged him to go back, "Why don't you go back to class? Don't even think about skipping my class!"

"Then Jiang Wangshu..."

"I'll take her to class later."

"Okay, then I'll leave her to you, Brother Liang." Before leaving, Hua Tingjue did not forget to tell Jiang Wangshu: "I'm going back first, Brother Liang will bring you here later, see you later~"

"it is good."

After Hua Tingjue left, Zhang Zhengliang took a quick look at the new student in front of him, "Jiang Wangshu, right?"

Because Jiang Wangshu was placed in the international class and did not take an entrance test, Zhang Zhengliang thought that she was about the same level as Hua Tingjue and his group of students. He sighed resignedly, "Well, come with me."

Anyway, teaching one is teaching, teaching two is teaching, and he doesn’t need another student to piss him off to death.

"Yeah." Jiang Wangshu followed him into the office.

Zhang Zhengliang took a sip of water and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhang Zhengliang, Zhang means bow length, Zheng means upright, and Liang means shining."

Jiang Wangshu nodded and politely called out, "Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Zhengliang was stunned. He usually faced a group of dandy boys who gave him a headache. When had he ever been called Teacher Zhang? This was the first time he was treated gently and politely by a student. His prestige as a teacher suddenly stood up.

Looking closely at Jiang Wangshu, I found that this little girl has a little cold temper, but she doesn't wear makeup, dye her hair, or perm her hair. She is dressed neatly and looks like a student. Most importantly, she is polite. A sensible and polite child is a good child!

This made him very happy, and his attitude changed 180 degrees in an instant. He cleared his throat and said, "Since you are in my class, you are my student. I don't have any rules. As long as you study hard and don't cause trouble, it's fine. As for grades... it's okay as long as you work hard."

It was the first time that Jiang Wangshu heard the teacher talk about grades so nonchalantly and not take them seriously. She frowned slightly and wondered, is this teacher reliable?

Zhang Zhengliang then took Jiang Wangshu to the international class and said to her as they walked: "There are 29 people in the class now, and with you it will be exactly 30. The classmates are easy to get along with."

For fear of scaring the little girl, Zhang Zhengliang deliberately added the last sentence.

……

The international class was very lively at this time.

The purpose of the international class: Brother Liang can have fun in his math class.

A group of people hadn't seen each other for a holiday, and were noisily greeting each other. Suddenly, someone rushed in and said, "Oh my god, there's a new person in our class!"

"Really? Zhang Zifan, you're not lying, are you?"

"I saw it for sure. The old class teacher brought the transfer students to our side."

Most of the students in the international class are second-generation rich people from prominent families in Beijing. They always keep in touch with each other. Someone wondered, "I haven't heard that anyone in the circle wants to transfer in."

"Yes."

"Zhang Zifan, is it a man or a woman?"

"female."

As soon as he finished speaking, an uproar broke out in the international class.

The person next to Zhang Zifan came over and asked, "Fuck, sister? Is she pretty?"

The students in the international class were uneducated, so the boys’ first reaction was to ask this, and many girls also changed their expressions.

"Brother Liang was blocking my view."

"Tsk, what are you talking about?"

When everyone heard this, they instantly lost interest and dispersed immediately. Let anyone come.

Hua Tingjue was playing games with his deskmate Wen Yanlin and didn't notice the noise in the class. They were sitting in a corner near the back door. He was not concentrating on the game and would glance back from time to time.

Song Yian asked suddenly: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Yanlin also looked at him and complained, "Tsk, yeah, Jue brother, what are you looking at? Why aren't you playing games seriously?"

Hua Tingjue: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that Jiang Wangshu will come to class today. She will go to school here from now on. I'm waiting for her to come!"

Hearing this, Wen Yanlin's hands froze and the game console in his hand fell, and there was another crackling noise in the classroom.

Song Yian frowned, surprised, "The new transfer student is her?!"