I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 119 - 115: Attending Class with Teacher Sun

Chapter 119: Chapter 115: Attending Class with Teacher Sun

The next day during class, Qingran never expected that Teacher Sun would come to class with them.

It was obvious that many students in the class knew Teacher Sun, the youngest homeroom teacher of Grade 11 Class 3, because nobody expected the school would assign such a young teacher as a homeroom teacher when they first started high school.

Even many parents had raised concerns

Of course, the school had provided an explanation, basically saying that the current homeroom teachers were older and they wanted to try out some younger ones to see if there would be any surprises.

As it turned out, two years later, Teacher Sun had adopted a policy of not necessarily achieving great success but avoiding any faults, and while there weren’t any surprises, he handled his responsibilities well, which pleased the school’s leadership even more.

Clearly, the students didn’t expect the teacher to actually join their class.

Even Li Qingmo was staring at Teacher Sun for a long time, asking: "You, why are you here?"

He tended to overthink, secretly guessing whether Teacher Sun was worried he wouldn’t behave in class, and had come specifically to keep an eye on him?

After all, Teacher Sun had a precedent.

23-year-old Teacher Sun, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, sat among the high school students without looking out of place.

She reluctantly explained to the students who gathered around: "It’s arranged by the school. Every Sunday, one of us teachers from Grade 11 will come over to learn from Professor Yan’s teaching methods. I came first."

The implication being that a different teacher would come every week, and they just needed to get used to it.

Hearing this, the students surrounding her suddenly looked somewhat sheepish. They thought to themselves that Professor Yan’s traditional teaching methods might not be worth learning, and since she wasn’t their regular teacher, why worry about how she taught.

Then they thought again, as Teacher Sun seemed to have said that all Grade 11 teachers would take turns coming to learn?

Suddenly, they felt like crying but had no tears.

What to do now? There was no way to remind her, and although there was a slight change in Professor Yan’s last lesson yesterday, who knows if he would really change his teaching style? After all, the old teaching methods were deeply ingrained in his mind.

The classroom had four desks in each row in the middle, with 22 students, Xie Ying’an had made it clear early on that he wouldn’t share a desk with anyone.

So now there were 24 seats in the classroom, and two were empty; the first empty seat was at the far left of the first row, and the second empty seat was next to Li Qingmo in the last row.

Teacher Sun couldn’t possibly sit in the front row, so she sat in the empty seat next to Li Qingmo.

Professor Yan probably knew that teachers from the school would come to listen to his class, and before class, he looked around the classroom.

With Teacher Sun looking like she could blend in with high school students, it was unknown whether he noticed.

At that moment, Teacher Sun was acting like a naughty student who would whisper during class.

Teacher Sun: "Li Qingmo?"

Li Qingmo: "Hmm?"

Teacher Sun: "How late did you play games last night?"

Li Qingmo: "..."

Li Qingmo paused, then argued: "What are you talking about?"

Qingran, sitting at the desk in front of them, heard their whispers clearly and thought to herself: Teacher Sun, what big truth are you spouting?

Li Qingmo also realized: "Why do you say I played games last night?"

Teacher Sun snickered: "It’s not just you, I know who in our class plays games."

Li Qingmo disdainfully: "Broad daylight, what nonsense are you spouting!?"

Then the sound of paper unfolding followed, along with the squeaking of Professor Yan writing on the blackboard.

Teacher Sun slapped the paper in front of Li Qingmo: "Take a look at this."

Qingran didn’t look back, unaware of what Teacher Sun showed Li Qingmo.

But she soon heard Li Qingmo’s astonished "Holy shit".

Teacher Sun said with displeasure in her voice: "Use civilized language."

Li Qingmo, completely incapable of calming down, was so infuriated that he even directly called out Teacher Sun’s name: "Sun Ningzhi, are you freaking bored?!"

The voice was a bit loud, and many classmates turned their heads to look over.

Teacher Sun didn’t really mind, her voice lazy: "Why do you think the school insists on choosing a young homeroom teacher? It’s to deal with you internet-addicted teens. It wasn’t just you who got more than two stars yesterday, several other students did as well."

Li Qingmo was utterly speechless at this point.

Qingran was internally applauding for Teacher Sun.

Then she heard Teacher Sun say: "Are you thinking about hiding your level when you get back?"

Li Qingmo didn’t speak, but his attitude was very clear—he’d definitely hide it as soon as he got back.

Professor Yan had already put down the chalk on the podium. Li Qingmo had spoken quite loudly earlier, so he turned to look at the back row but didn’t say anything, just began to lecture.

Taking advantage of the gap when Professor Yan was lecturing, Li Qingmo still felt indignant and started bitching again: "Sun Ningzhi, being your student, I must have been damn unlucky in my past eight lifetimes, probably dug your ancestors’ graves..."

"Smack!"

Teacher Sun slapped Li Qingmo on the head: "Shut up! Listen to the lecture attentively!"

Li Qingmo: "...Holy shit!"

You dare to touch a tiger’s head?

Teacher Sun was devastating: "No wonder you’re not as good as your sister, she listens attentively in class, and look at what you’re doing?"

Qingran, who had been all ears to the commotion behind her, suddenly felt a sense of shame as if caught red-handed, and she quickly sat up straight, attentively listening to the lecture.

Professor Yan’s teaching method had indeed changed, after explaining each type of problem, he would pause and call on students who raised their hands to ask questions and then he would provide detailed answers.

But strictly speaking, Professor Yan still favored Wen Shiyi, as long as Wen Shiyi raised her hand with a question he would ask her first, and after explaining each problem he would also check if Wen Shiyi understood, which was a special treatment that other students didn’t receive.

After three morning classes, there were no more sounds from Li Qingmo and Teacher Sun at the back desk.

Qingran occasionally glanced over with the corner of her eye, and saw Li Qingmo seriously listening to the lecture or taking notes.

Teacher Sun, young as she was, had managed to handle the school bully that even the head of teaching found a headache, truly a feat. No wonder she could not only be the homeroom teacher of the 10th grade but also got promoted to 11th grade within a year.

Just in the last few minutes before the school was about to end, the students in the class felt despair.

The reason being Professor Yan loved assigning too much homework, he probably didn’t realize how much homework high school sophomores could have; the overall assigned homework probably meant that even doing physics problems every day after school wouldn’t be enough.

There were several cries of lamentation in the classroom, which Professor Yan selectively ignored. As soon as the bell rang, he took his textbook and left.

This caused the class to descend into chaos as cries of lamentation rose and fell.

"So much homework, I’m gonna die, even if my hands break I couldn’t finish it!"

"My God! Professor Yan’s homework assignments are just too brutal!!!"

Only Teacher Sun was touching her chin with one hand, slowly smiling: "Giving homework—this, I could learn from Professor Yan."

Li Qingmo’s hand holding the pen paused, and he rolled his eyes: "Sun Ningzhi, try being a human."

Teacher Sun snorted coldly: "How much homework I assign, what does it have to do with you? How many times have you done your homework? I’ve been teaching you for two years, and you haven’t had a month without complaints from other teachers! Do you know that?!!!"

Li Qingmo didn’t want to talk, he kicked Qingran’s stool with his long legs: "Li Qingran, stretching your ears so long, enjoying the listen?"

Qingran: "..."

Damn it!

Having been irritated by someone else, he turns around to bother his own sister, typical you, Li Qingmo!

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