Sitting on the other side, Pan Shuai's eyes nearly popped out of his head in astonishment. He'd never seen Li Meng so gentle before.
If Zhao Tianhao knew what he was thinking, he would definitely say, "Look at you, so naive! After I conquer her, she'll be even gentler than this, believe it or not."
When Zhao Tianhao sat down, he also noticed Pan Shuai on the other side. He'd almost forgotten about him.
His girlfriend's simp.
Naturally, Zhao Tianhao wouldn't let it go. He tried to hypnotize him, and it actually worked. However, remembering that he hadn't interacted much with Qiao Yingzi in the TV series, he let it go.
Then Pan Shuai stood up on his own, moved to another seat, and left Li Meng.
Li Meng was still a little surprised, wondering what was wrong with Pan Shuai today.
Of course, this was good news for Li Meng. She was already fed up with him, always hanging around her. If it weren't for their colleague relationship, she would have already lost her temper.
The meeting began, and the principal started his speech, mainly talking about the senior year of high school, and so on. Zhao Tianhao was starting to doze off.
Li Meng looked at her boyfriend, speechless. She hadn't expected him to dislike speeches so much.
However, Li Meng was also a little surprised with herself. She was known at school as someone who couldn't tolerate disagreements; she'd even argue with the principal if they differed in opinion.
Now her boyfriend was sleeping right next to her.
Her first reaction was to worry if the principal and others had noticed, and she even considered covering for him.
Shouldn't she have woken him up and made him pay attention?
Was this really her? Was love really that great?
Li Meng was also starting to drift off.
The principal went over some points regarding tomorrow's pep rally and was about to adjourn.
Li Meng snapped out of her reverie. Without time to think about why she'd been daydreaming, she quickly stood up and delivered the speech she had prepared beforehand.
"Principal, I'm sorry, I have something else to say."
"Please go ahead," the principal said, glancing at the now-awake Zhao Tianhao beside her.
Seeing Li Meng stand up, Zhao Tianhao suddenly realized what she was about to say—she was probably going to talk about Fang Yifan and Ji Yangyang repeating a grade.
Sure enough, Li Meng had already done her homework, presenting data to the principal to show the facts about Fang Yifan and Ji Yangyang dragging down the overall grade.
As the head of the senior year group, Li Meng naturally had to consider the college entrance examination pass rate, as it was related to her own performance indicators.
After all, such a reputation was very useful, such as: "Teacher So-and-so from So-and-so Middle School achieved a certain percentage of students admitted to top-tier universities this year."
Upon hearing this, parents of incoming students would definitely prioritize choosing that school for their children. They might even use connections and gifts to get their children into that teacher's class.
Of course, compared to the financial benefits, the prestige it brings was what a teacher truly valued. Who wouldn't want to teach many, many excellent students?
Then, when people mentioned so-and-so, they would say, "That person is amazing, their students are all over the world!"
Their students are all outstanding, with names like "So-and-so" and so on.
Being a teacher, even setting aside the better retirement benefits, isn't it just about the prestige?
Teachers who don't seek fame or fortune, but simply enjoy the process of teaching and nurturing students, are a minority.
Li Meng, on the one hand, is naturally considering the college entrance examination pass rate, and on the other hand, she's also considering Fang Yifan and Ji Yangyang.
That's right, she's considering their needs. Generally speaking, high school courses and knowledge points are thoroughly mastered in the first two years; the third year is all about doing a lot of practice problems.
Practicing probability—only by doing more problems is it possible to encounter the same types of questions you've done before on the college entrance exam.
Doing more problems also makes it easier to identify students' weak points, allowing for targeted instruction.
This applies to most students. For students like Fang Yifan and Ji Yangyang, who are at the bottom of the class, targeted improvement in specific knowledge points won't be significant. It's better to repeat the second year of high school and build a solid foundation.
With a solid foundation, they might have a better chance of success in the college entrance exam next year.
After all, teachers will urge you on in your first two years of high school, but by the time you reach your senior year, they generally won't pay much attention to students like that.
The focus will gradually shift towards students who study diligently and earnestly.
You can't blame the teachers for being heartless; the senior year is a time where every second counts. If you don't work hard in your first two years, the teachers might be willing to give you a hand, but in the senior year, they really can't.
With that time, you could tutor those who love learning; maybe they could get two more points and get into a university, a top-tier university, a 985/211 university, or even a prestigious university like Tsinghua or Beijing Capital University.
Don't think this is an exaggeration; just a few points could completely change a person's fate.
You can't say whether it's right or wrong, because you walk your own path, and you bear the hardships yourself.
Of course, you deserve the rewards and rewards too.
Of course, this is Li Meng's perspective as a teacher; she's not wrong.
Could she have imagined that Ji Yangyang's studies weren't actually bad, but that he just didn't want to write properly? However, even if he writes diligently, he'll only be at a mediocre level. This kid isn't unintelligent, unlike Fang Yifan, who genuinely can't concentrate on his studies.
Similarly, Fang Yifan is a microcosm of many high school students today. They also struggle to learn.
There are 360 professions, and every profession can produce an expert. This doesn't mean you have to study hard, but for most ordinary people, the college entrance exam is truly fair.
I once came across a cynical piece of motivational quote: "Why should the efforts of generations lose to your ten years of hard study?"
While it's cynical, it's placed on a balance now, isn't it?
Although it mocks and satirizes the overestimation of scholars' abilities, if you look at it from another angle, isn't it the best affirmation of ten years of hard work?
If you don't study, if you don't learn, they won't even have the desire to mock you. They won't even glance at you.
Zhao Tianhao felt that Li Meng was right from a teacher's perspective, but her consideration from the students', especially Fang Yifan's, perspective, was somewhat inconsiderate, as it involved their self-esteem.
However, this was none of Zhao Tianhao's concern. After listening to Li Meng's words, the principal glanced at Zhao Tianhao, who nodded and then shook his head.
The principal immediately understood, saying he would seriously consider Teacher Li Meng's valuable suggestion, and then adjourned the meeting.
Zhao Tianhao got up and left, with Li Meng following behind.
When Zhao Tianhao returned to Li Meng's office, he suddenly heard a commotion outside.
It turned out that someone had driven a sports car into the school.
"What's wrong?" Li Meng asked curiously, seeing Zhao Tianhao standing at the window looking down.
Zhao Tianhao pointed down but didn't speak.
Li Meng glanced down and then ran downstairs. Afraid she would fall, Zhao Tianhao followed her down.
When Zhao Tianhao arrived, he saw Ji Yangyang throw her schoolbag.
Seeing the schoolbag fly towards Yingzi and Huang Zhitao, Zhao Tianhao quickly stepped forward and caught it.
"Are you alright?" Zhao Tianhao asked the two startled girls.
The schoolbag had indeed frightened them when it flew towards them.
"Brother, hee hee, you're here!" Qiao Yingzi happily hugged Zhao Tianhao's ear and arm, completely forgetting the shock and fear she had felt when she was almost hit.
As long as Zhao Tianhao was by her side, Qiao Yingzi felt fearless.
"Thank you, brother, Brother Tianhao!" Huang Zhitao watched the handsome and gentle Zhao Tianhao catch the schoolbag that was about to hit her like a hero, and suddenly felt that Yingzi's brother wasn't so bad after all; he was actually quite pleasing to the eye, and so handsome too.
When Huang Zhitao thanked him, she also called him "brother" along with Qiao Yingzi. Always hearing Qiao Yingzi call him "brother" so affectionately, Huang Zhitao naturally started calling him that.
Huang Zhitao blushed instantly, but no one misunderstood; they all assumed she was startled.
Seeing Huang Zhitao's rosy cheeks, so adorable, Zhao Tianhao thought, "No wonder she's a goddess."
"You're Yingzi's good friend, her best confidante. Just like Yingzi, don't be shy with me. Just call me brother," Zhao Tianhao said, patting Huang Zhitao's head.
"Okay," Huang Zhitao replied shyly.
Yingzi felt a pang of jealousy seeing Zhao Tianhao pat Huang Zhitao's head; even her brother rarely patted her head like that.
Her pitiful gaze towards Zhao Tianhao was endearing.
Zhao Tianhao had no choice but to ruffle Qiao Yingzi's hair with his other hand. Qiao Yingzi cheered up again.