Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

The highlight of this class suddenly fell on Leng Yanqiu. His academic performance was originally mediocre and slightly below the average, but in this monthly exam, he made rapid progress and improved ridiculously, ranking first in the class and nineteenth in the grade.

In the past two years, there has never been a student in Class 3 of Grade 9 whose total exam score was among the top 20 in the grade.

"A round of applause for classmate Leng Yanqiu!" Teacher Sun led the clapping, and his glasses kept falling down his nose due to excitement.

Thunderous applause and fiery eyes lasted for a long time.

"Now, please invite Leng Yanqiu to come to the podium and share her learning experience with us."

Teacher Sun suddenly added a scene, and Leng Yanqiu, who had never experienced such an honor, stood up with a wandering look in his eyes and his legs resisting.

Isn't it too embarrassing? Is it that an old soul is telling dozens of furry children that learning is like cultivating immortals, and that if they can focus on practicing for more than ten hours or even several days, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort?

I dare to speak, do you dare to listen?

Most things in this world cannot withstand the word "concentration". If you concentrate on listening to the lectures, thinking, reciting and practicing, which subject can you not learn well?

But why is it that every teacher emphasizes the importance of "paying attention in lectures" but still cannot arouse students' interest in learning?

Therefore, the experiences introduced are all old-fashioned and will not work.

Leng Yanqiu stood in his original position and clasped his fists in a half circle: "I was just a blind cat that caught a dead mouse. I caught a small one before my classmates started to exert their strength. With the intelligence of our classmates, once everyone gets serious, my result of being ranked 19th in the grade is still quite 'low'. The second place in the grade is not worthy of our class, right?"

Just these few words pushed the already excited mood to its climax.

Teacher Sun stared at his dozens of students in amazement. Regardless of gender, age, height or size, they all stood up, clasped their fists, turned around in a half circle, saluted each other, and screamed.

"Too low! Wait until I get 18th place!"

"Not worthy! Only the first place is worthy of our handsomeness!"

"I did better than Sister Qiu before, I just didn't put in enough effort. I'll wait for next time!"

"First in the grade, haha!"

"Class 1 is nothing special. We'll beat them in the next monthly exam!"

Secondary school students are really a disease. Teacher Sun's mouth twitched several times. He didn't want to pour cold water on them, but he couldn't stand it any longer. It was true that the little bastards did well in the exam, but as long as the students in other classes worked harder, the second place that Class 3 got by chance might not be kept. They actually wanted to get the first place.

Although he also wanted to, teachers are mature species. They are passionate but not confused.

Thinking about it this way, Leng Yanqiu’s brief speech just now was very sensible, and he resonated with Teacher Sun.

Leng Yanqiu didn't know why, but there was a hint of sympathy in the look in her head teacher's eyes when he looked at her.

She began to get nervous because she saw the head teacher walking towards her again, with her right fist clenched in advance. The devilish voice was about to invade her, and she seemed to have heard the words: "Leng Yanqiu, say 'I am the best' with the teacher..."

Don't come over here!

"Ding-ling-ling" the get out of class is over, saving a junior high school student who was ashamed of getting pumped up.

"People have three urgent things to do!" Leng Yanqiu didn't bother with the classroom etiquette of standing up and saying goodbye. He yelled and ran out of the classroom.

Teacher Sun: I still have a big pot of chicken soup for encouragement and nourishment that I haven’t poured out to my introverted disciple…

What followed was a series of praises from other teachers, which were bombarded towards the southeast corner of Class 3, Grade 9. The poor student was transformed into a top student. It was this kind of courtesy that he had no choice but to accept.

Fortunately, Leng Yanqiu was strong and continued to flip through the pages of the book, or hunched over the table with the black earplugs hidden in the ends of her short hair.

During the break, the top student in the grade, the top student in the class, came to me with a fast food bag.

I won't follow the group of students in Class 3 who are intoxicated by victory and flatter Sister Qiu just because I'm ranked 19th in the grade. The "high-ranking" student said openly, "Where are the delicious foods I promised to give you in exchange for your geography and biology books and notes?"

Alas, from the moment she was late for morning reading, Leng Yanqiu was surrounded by all kinds of praise and flattery, and she completely forgot about the food bag that she had casually hung on the inside of her desk.

"Here, here, take whatever you want." Leng Yanqiu picked up the bag of corn and handed it over, then lowered his head and took out the textbook materials from the fast food bag.

"Thank you, you are such a great man." She suddenly looked up and added, because, indeed, the information of the top student was too complete and well-organized. Could it be that he brought all the test papers he had done? All of them were bound in order, with answers written in black pen, corrections in red pen, and the extensions and extensions added by himself.

"You're welcome. My name is Gao Junjie." Gao Junjie introduced himself, took back the empty fast food bag, stuffed five or six green corn cobs into it, and it was full.

The aura of the academic bully is so strong. When the students in Class 3 were in the live broadcast room last night, they all attacked him verbally, but today, facing the academic bully himself, the classroom was strangely quiet. Everyone pricked up their ears to listen, blinked their eyes, and had starry eyes.

It's OK that you're good at studying, but the key is that you're tall and handsome, and you have two dimples when you smile. How can other boys live with this? You deserve to have no friends!

As for the feelings of girls, those who love to gossip the most and always unconsciously spit out fragrance also turned into gentle women, with straight backs, lips pursed lightly, and eyes full of autumn water...

There was also someone as clueless as Leng Yanqiu. The rough-minded Xinxin was the first to jump over and chat with her enthusiastically: "Take more! Here, weigh this bag. It's the fruit corn grown by Sister Qiu's family. It's delicious."

Leng Yanqiu raised his eyelids and glanced at Xinxin. Well, it was confirmed that this girl was not in love yet. There was still an ink mark on her face.

Gao Junjie stepped back with the fast food bag in his hand: "That's all. I won't be greedy for more. Leng Yanqiu, next time you have snow pear and walnuts, remember me."

He left quickly, and Class 3's classroom became noisy again three seconds later.

Xinxin suddenly realized and stamped her feet: "Sister Qiu, he wants to take advantage of you in the long run. It turns out that if you study too hard, you will definitely have more tricks up your sleeve."

Leng Yanqiu rolled her eyes at her: "What do you mean by taking advantage of me? Didn't you learn Chinese well? I'll punish you by making you write an extra 600-word essay today!"

The Chinese teacher who was passing by the corridor outside the back door was immediately amused and shouted to the inside: "Did you all hear that? The Chinese homework is titled "Today is a Good Day" and it must not be less than 600 words!"

"Ah——" Screams were heard continuously, and condemning eyes were directed at the culprit - Xinxin.

Of course it wouldn’t be Sister Qiu.

Xinxin was still holding a bag of corn. She howled and suddenly an idea came to her. She ran after him: "Teacher Liang, please have some corn..."