Don't think of rebirth.

When the banner was hung up, Xu Xinghe, who had once again taken first place in Chinese in the midterm exam, jumped up and down beside him: "Why am I late? How can you write a slogan like that? At least make it rhyme!"

"The number of words in each short sentence is getting smaller and smaller, which means our class ranking is improving." Jiang Chuchu forced an explanation.

Yu Xin, who was responsible for measuring the length and width of the banner and helping to calculate the font size, felt a little guilty.

There's nothing I can do about it. She's good at math, not Chinese.

Xu Xinghe sighed and had to accept his fate.

Chen Zelin was dragged by the students, but he soon realized that something was wrong.

Not only him, but other teachers in Class 3 also discovered it.

The teachers also came from the student days, and they exchanged glances tacitly, secretly waiting to see the show.

Chen Zelin did not expose him, but slowly explained the questions to several students who came to him to ask questions. When he saw Gu Qinghuan being called aside and then coming back, he immediately sat up straight.

"Are you ready?" Chen Zelin said slowly.

The teachers in the office also pricked up their ears: Here it comes!

Gu Qinghuan was not surprised to be exposed, and said with a smile: "Please move aside, teacher~"

Chen Zelin was amused. He stood up and followed Gu Qinghuan to the classroom. When he left the office, he did not forget to wink at other teachers: Come quickly if you want to watch the fun.

The teachers also followed quickly and went to eat a handful of melons in a mighty manner.

When he arrived at the classroom door, Chen Zelin saw the banner on the blackboard at the back. He was immediately amused and moved: "You dragged me here this morning just to do this?"

On the big red banner, golden paint was used to make the cursive writing look more majestic.

"From fifth to third, our goal is still ahead!"

"——To the teacher."

The teachers who came to watch the show crowded around the door and windows, laughing and taking photos with their phones to post on their Moments.

Gu Qinghuan said confidently: "We did so well in the exam this time, let's celebrate!"

“People who got first and second didn’t celebrate.” Chen Zelin wanted to hold his forehead with his hand.

"Why should we compare ourselves with others? We should celebrate our own achievements and be happy!" Gu Qinghuan said seriously, "For us, it is progress!"

Chen Zelin was stunned, and then realized that he was still affected by the rumors.

He didn't know where the source was, but he heard others say that although the average score of Class 3 ranked high this time, there were not many students with high scores, and he was incompetent as a class teacher.

To put it simply, assuming that the college entrance examination admission line is 450 points, even if everyone in Class 440 scored points, no one would have reached the college entrance examination line.

Chen Zelin was originally happy about the progress of his students, but after hearing these words, he lost all interest.

Gu Qinghuan saw Chen Zelin was stunned, thinking that he was still bothered, and added: "It's not that only first place is meaningful. As long as the efforts are rewarded accordingly, it is worth being happy!"

"Yes!" Chen Zelin continued Gu Qinghuan's words, his smile showing relief, "I know how hard you have worked during this period, you... are great!"

Chinese teacher Lu Yezi interjected: "Your compliment is as straightforward as this slogan."

Xu Xinghe immediately agreed: "That's right! I said this slogan is too simple!"

The Chinese teacher and her favorite student quickly reached a consensus and gathered together to discuss what kind of slogan would be appropriate.

Chen Zelin touched his nose awkwardly, and under the gaze of the students, he coughed: "It's already over, so just keep it, but we have to withdraw next week!"

"Okay--" the students drawled out their voices.

After the teachers left, Bao Qingsong secretly lifted up a corner of the banner and looked at the spray paint on the blackboard that had not been completely cleaned off. He exclaimed, "How stubborn..."

Gu Qinghuan let out a long sigh: "I'm really afraid that some teacher will come and lift it up."

"It's fine as long as you get by." Song Yi wiped his sweat, "After lunch break and after school, I'll take people to clean it a few more times, and it should be completely clean."

"We still have to find out who did it," Jiang Chuchu crossed her arms, "If it happens again from time to time in the future, it will be too difficult to deal with."

Gu Qinghuan looked at Qin Yue: "Did your photography team find any traces?"

"Really," Qin Yue nodded, "There are a few fingerprints on the spray paint."

As he said that, he pulled out the photo and showed it to Gu Qinghuan: "It's right here. Look, I guess someone accidentally pressed it after spraying it, leaving fingerprints."

"It's impossible for us to check the fingerprints of everyone in the school." Bao Qingsong complained.

"We can first lock in the suspect, and then collect the suspect's fingerprints for comparison." Ming Xiaolan pushed his glasses.

"It is very difficult to identify the suspect. Until now we still don't know why the other party did this." Jiang Chuchu spread her hands.

Gu Qinghuan pondered for a while, walked to the podium, took the chalk and listed a few questions: "First, why should it be written on the blackboard at the back?"

She answered this question herself: "If it was to scold us, it should be written on the blackboard in front, so that we can see it as soon as we sit down. But in fact, the words are on the blackboard at the back, which means..."

"This means that the other party hopes that the people who can see the words are not us, but the people who have more opportunities and longer time to see the blackboard at the back, that is, the teachers!" Yu Xin reacted the fastest.

Gu Qinghuan wrote "Target: Teacher" after the question.

"Second question, what does it mean to write 'waste'?"

"That's right. Our average score is third in the grade this time. What's wrong with us?" Qin Yue muttered.

"Since they are targeting teachers instead of students, it doesn't seem like they think we didn't do well on the test." Jiang Chuchu analyzed, "Do they think the teachers didn't teach well?"

"But our class's teacher also teaches other classes, right? Why is he targeting our class?" someone said immediately.

"If that's the case, we can use the process of elimination. Which teacher only teaches our class?"

"All of them, after all, there are twelve classes in the first grade..."

"Wait a minute," Ming Xiaolan called out, "Homeroom teacher! Mingde's homeroom teacher is not responsible for teaching outside of this class!"

Gu Qinghuan erased "teacher" and changed it to "class teacher".

Jiang Chuchu frowned: "Do you think the teacher didn't teach well?"

"Isn't our class's English pretty good?" Xie Xiangxue immediately retorted. Although she didn't pass Su Lin's test this time, she was very confident about Class 3's English results.

"Then it's not about the English subject, it's about him being incompetent as a class teacher?" After Yu Xin finished speaking, she realized something, exchanged glances with Gu Qinghuan, Jiang Chuchu, and Qin Yue, and stopped talking.

Su Lin’s words last night were still echoing in his ears. One of the teachers who had said bad things about Chen Zelin and was also the head teacher happened to be here!

"Something's going on," Ming Xiaolan's eyes were sharp, "Do you know something?"

"There are some clues," Gu Qinghuan said, "Anyway, let's go check Class 12 first."

The monitor spoke so confidently that all the students had no objections and started discussing it in the class group.

If we want to check, we certainly can't ask everyone, that would be too obvious.

Everyone first sorted out their own network of contacts and prepared to pick two people to ask different people. They also discussed how to ask questions and how to formulate questions so as not to arouse suspicion.

Yu Xin watched the lively chat in the class group, then thought about it and opened the chat box with Yu Yuan - yes, they were friends, and Yu Xin would occasionally send her photos of sesame seeds.

She typed: [Do you know what happened in our class? ]

Yu Xin saw the message "The other party is typing" on the chat box, but it disappeared after a while, and Yu Yuan did not send any message.

I wanted to say something but deleted it again—there must be something wrong! Yu Xin put away her phone.

It doesn’t matter, she will knock on Yu Yuan’s door again tonight!