Right! I can call Song Yan's guardian. If I scold Song Yan on the phone, he would be blamed when he goes home." When Yan Weimin thought about this, he ran to his office to find the phone number of Song Yan's guardian. As far as he knew, Song Yan's parents were killed in a car crash and Song Yan lived in his uncle's home.
"No wonder he is a bastard. His parents died, and he is not well educated." Yan Weimin thought.
Yan Weimin found and dialed the phone number.
When he got through, he spoke in a bad tone, "Are you Song Yan's guardian? I'm Yan Weimin, teacher in charge of the class."
"Hello, Mr. Yan, what can I do for you?" Yang Yanli's voice was heard over the phone.
"How did you educate Song Yan? He fought with students in the school, and is even related to gangsters. He didn't respect teachers. You must come here. Otherwise, I'll ask the headmaster to expel him." Yan Weimin shouted.
According to his past experience, other parents would be frightened by his words. They would come as soon as possible and apologize to him.
But Yang Yanli was an exception. She disliked Song Yan. If Song Yan were expelled, she would be very happy as she didn't have to pay for his tuition fee.
Besides, Yang Yanli's husband was the deputy director general of the Bureau of Education and she was used to be flattered. Yan Weimin's bad attitude enraged her. She said coldly, "Mr. Yan, do what you want to do. If you expelled Song Yan, I would like to thank you."
Then she hung up the phone.
Hearing the busy tone, Yan Weimin was dumbfounded. His face turned livid with rage. He had served as a teacher for many years, but had never met such an arrogant guardian before. Yang Yanli's last sentence, "If you expelled Song Yan, I would like to thank you.", completely irritated him as he thought she was provoking him.
"Bitch!" Yan Wemin banged on the desk, filled with fury. But he simply couldn't do anything with Song Yan as the headmaster didn't agree to expel Song Yan.
'I can't spare Song Yan like this. Even I can't expel him, I must punish him.' Yan Weimin thought to himself.
When thinking about this, Yan Weimin stood and walked to the classroom.
"Song Yan!" Yan Weimin shouted.
Song Yan was memorizing the book with the Extraordinary Retentive Memory. Hearing Yan Weimin's voice, he frowned and stood up staring at Yan Weimin coldly.
The other students thought Song Yan would be expelled.
Yan Weimin sneered, "Get out and stand in the corridor. Don't stay in the classroom in my class in the future. By the way, you are responsible for cleaning the blackboard and classroom."
Song Yan's face changed, but he didn't say anything. Suddenly, he realized Yan Weimin vented his anger on him because he was unable to expel him.
When thinking about this, Song Yan smiled scornfully. He took the Chinese book and some study materials before he walked out of the classroom.
Yan Weimin was angered by Song Yan's smile. He looked at the book and materials in Song Yan's hand and taunted, "If you studied hard earlier, you would not be an academic loser."
Hearing Yan Weimin's words, Song Yan suddenly had an idea. He stopped and said, "Mr. Yan, I bet I can get a score above 120 in Chinese exam next month."
"Are you kidding?" Yan Weimin snorted.
"If I failed, I'll quit school. If I succeeded, you must apologize to me in front of everyone. Is that okay with you?"
Hearing Song Yan's words, Yan Weimin was mad and was about to say something, but Song Yan continued, "Are you afraid to accept the bet?"
"Okay! I accept the bet. I'll watch you quitting school next month." Yan Weimin answered viciously. He didn't believe Song Yan would make such a great progress in more than ten days.
Hearing Song Yan's words, some students admired him, some thought he was too arrogant, and some took pleasure in his misfortune.
Song Yan didn't care about others at all and walked out of the classroom calmly.
Memories played an important role in Chinese exam. With the Extraordinary Retentive Memory, Song Yan was sure he can get a score above 120 next month.