Rebirth: Those Years When I Was a Bad Student

The next day, Zhang Yumian got up as soon as the alarm rang.

After coming out, she saw the breakfast on the table, with a cup of pure milk. The corners of her mouth lifted unconsciously, and then she went to wash up. When brushing her teeth, she looked up at her young face in the mirror, still very happy.

I have imagined many times that if I could go back to the past, back to my student days, I would study hard and change myself.

Now it has really come true. Her skin is prone to oily production in the summer, and she is prone to acne. When she goes to buy a bicycle on the weekend, she still has to buy a facial cleanser. If that doesn't work, soap will also work.

She tied her hair into a high ponytail, which made her look more energetic. She combed her bangs up in front of her and used two clips to pin them up as they were too short.

The vision is much clearer.

After breakfast, he called Zhang Qingfeng to get up before going out.

Although the economy of the small county town is underdeveloped, life is comfortable and the air is fresh.

The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds are saying good morning.

The road is full of the atmosphere of life. Grandpa and auntie come back from the morning market with satisfied faces after buying vegetables. Children go to school in groups of three or five with schoolbags on their backs. The roadside breakfast shop wafts the aroma of meat buns, and there are also the ringing of bicycle bells and the honking of cars.

After graduating from university, Zhang Yumian has been working hard in big cities, and only goes home for two days during the Spring Festival every year. It has been a long time since I felt such a slow and comfortable life, warm and down-to-earth.

She got up half an hour earlier than usual today, firstly to make up for yesterday's English homework, and secondly to finish reading the remaining few pages of biology from yesterday. This time she refused to procrastinate!

She needs to be self-disciplined!

And strive to become the person she most wanted to be.

First, say goodbye to social phobia, and secondly, be confident and generous and reject emo.

The teaching building I saw when I first entered the school was that for the third year of junior high school. It was different with the pressure of further studies under my shoulders. From a distance, I could see that the corridors were filled with people reading.

The innermost part is their first grade teaching building, and their Class 12 is on the fourth floor. After going up the stairs and turning left is the teacher's office, and walking along the office to the end is Class 12.

When I walked into the classroom, it was quiet and there were only a few people around.

She still saw Cheng Yao sitting in the seventh row, sixth column. She didn't expect him to come so early. As expected, hard work pays off. His grades have been getting better and better since the second semester.

His biological father is also coming back, and he will become a rich young man in the next semester.

Zhang Yumian sat down at her seat in the third row and third column. She first stood up to get a glass of water, and then began to catch up on her English homework.

There were a total of twenty multiple-choice questions and ten word-filling questions, which took her about ten minutes to finish. After all, she had passed the CET-4 in college and had needed to use English in her work in recent years, so English had now become her advantage.

You can put it aside for now.

When she finished reading the remaining biology from yesterday, Zhang Wentian came in yawning. It has to be said that he has a really good control of time. He just glanced at the time and saw that the bell was ringing in five minutes.

The first class was a self-study class, where students usually recited some content. Zhang Yumian took a sip of water from the cup and prepared to memorize the Chinese poetry, which was a must-read for every exam.

Poetry is relatively easy, but classical Chinese is a bit of a headache, and I need to spend more time on it. Classical Chinese also tests translation and word explanation, which I can't help but remember.

After picking up the Chinese textbook and reviewing a few poems, she was unable to continue because she could sense from the corner of her eye that Zhang Wentian had been staring at her for a long time, and it was really hard to ignore.

There was no other way, she could only put down the textbook and turned to look at him, "Student Zhang, there are no words or answers on my face, and it seems that I can't cope with the final exam."

Zhang Wentian supported his head with his arm and said, "I thought you were just talking yesterday, but I didn't expect you to be serious."

Zhang Yumian: "What else? Do you think it was cooked?"

Then he added: "Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to study hard? Read a book."

Suddenly, Zhang Yumian felt a shadow looming over her. She slowly raised her head and saw her English teacher, Lao Zhang, staring at her. His expression clearly said, "Go on, why don't you say anything?"

Zhang Yumian smiled awkwardly and said, "Teacher, Zhang Wentian was just asking me about English words. We were not chatting nonsense."

As a result, Lao Zhang just made a nasal sound, as if to say, "I'm not deaf yet?"

There was no way. Based on the principle that I am not embarrassed, but others are embarrassed, she chose to lower her head and continue reading.

Before she even read the first word, Lao Zhang knocked her Chinese textbook twice with his fist. Then he said teasingly, "What, do you look down on my English? You're studying Chinese during your English morning self-study."

She remembered that morning self-study in junior high school was basically half Chinese and half English, so she took the wrong book.

But she doesn't need to review English for the time being. She plans to start accumulating college entrance examination vocabulary next semester so that she can have more time to study physics in high school.

She is currently preparing for her final exams and wants to spare some time for English.

So she told the truth: "Teacher, I have already reviewed English, I want to use this time to review other things."

Old Zhang was actually very confused now. Yesterday, he was also shocked by Zhang Yumian's fluent English, because her pronunciation was very standard. He had been taking classes for almost a year, and he had never found anyone in the class who spoke English so well.

After I got back, I took a closer look at her transcript and found that she did terrible in every exam.

I also discussed it with several other teachers, and several of them said that this student has changed a lot in the past two days.

Zhang Yumian waited for a long time but Lao Zhang didn't respond. Just when she was about to put away her Chinese textbook and pick up her English textbook, Lao Zhang walked up to the podium and clapped his hands. She knew what he meant, that is, just don't talk and listen to him.

The classroom returned to silence within a few seconds. One second later, his voice rang out in the classroom, "Stop for a moment. Let Zhang Yumian lead you in reading the words. Don't mark the Chinese characters on them. If you are embarrassed to ask me, just ask Zhang Yumian. She reads very standardly."

Then Lao Zhang came down and said to Zhang Yumian, "Today I will lead the reading of Unit 3. After that, you can read whatever you want. Is that okay?"

Zhang Yumian agreed: "Okay."

So Class 12 had their morning reading class with Zhang Yumian saying one sentence and the others saying one sentence each.

This unit also consists of 40 to 50 words. She reads each word twice, which takes more than 10 minutes. In order to be responsible, she will read the words a few more times if they are not accurate.

After reading the whole unit, I felt really dry-mouthed.

I feel that teachers have a hard life. They have to stand and teach for 45 minutes in a class, and then have to rush to the next class after a few minutes of rest. They also have to eat dust constantly because there are no multimedia classrooms now, and they rely on chalk.