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This kid, ever since he joined their class, those few naughty boys in the back row who didn't care about studying have all had a collective rise in their grades, and he was counting on the class average to move up another notch before the college entrance exam.
And now, the very engine of his class was being taken away.
Sigh...
Thinking about this, Teacher Yu wished he could jump out of the principal's office.
"Jiang Yan is..." Principal Wang thought for a moment and used a word that fit the situation well, "acting as a bodyguard for Song Jiawen, to prevent her from campus violence."
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By the time Teacher Yu returned to the classroom, he just saw Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan finishing packing up their things to leave. The classmates were somewhat reluctant to see them go, but the two of them appeared quite indifferent.
Looking at the two beloved students about to depart, Teacher Yu felt a pang in his heart again.
Song Jiawen said to Yang Dan and the others, "After I settle down in the city, I'll write to you. If there are any new types of test papers, I'll try to get a copy for you..."
Upon hearing this, Teacher Yu's spirits lifted again. The resources of No. 1 High School in the city weren't something Jianghai Middle School could compare to, not even the regular practice papers they could get their hands on sometimes.
If Song Jiawen could send the papers she had worked on, it would no doubt be a great help to her classmates.
"You don't need to go to the trouble of getting a separate copy, just send the ones you've used and don't need anymore."
Teacher Yu said with a smile, not because he wanted to see Song Jiawen's steps in solving the problems, although many times her solutions were even more detailed and clear than the standard answers.
Jiang Yan good-naturedly threw his arm around Teacher Yu's shoulder, "Teacher Yu, thank you for your care over the past more than six months. Rest assured, even though Song Jiawen and I are transferring to No. 1 High School in the city, we will still be your students when we achieve success, and that will never change. Let's... let's father and son stay in touch."
The nostalgia in Teacher Yu's heart suddenly vanished.
Somewhat gruffly, he said, "After the college entrance exam, you two better remember to come back for the graduation photo. Our Class 2 will wait for both of you to return before taking it."
Song Jiawen walked to the door of the classroom and suddenly rushed back to bow deeply to Teacher Yu.
Teacher Yu's eyes instantly moistened, "Good child... in the future, it will certainly get even better..."
Teacher Yu had taught her mathematics since she was in the first year of high school and took charge as the homeroom teacher from the second year to the third year. As a teacher, he cared for her meticulously, certainly owing to her academic performance, but he also trusted her unconditionally in other aspects.
It wasn't just her, he treated all the students in the class with fairness and justice.
Just like at the beginning when Jiang Yan switched from the liberal arts to the sciences, every science class homeroom teacher rejected him, but in the end, it was Teacher Yu who accepted him after talking with Jiang Yan.
So even a particular person like Jiang Yan always considered Teacher Yu a teacher worthy of respect.
Song Jiawen didn't care much about who deserved respect or not, but she knew which teachers genuinely cared for her, like Principal Wang, Teacher Yu, Teacher Xue...
The two walked out of the classroom, and at the entrance of the corridor stood Teacher Xue and other teachers from subjects like Chinese and Chemistry.
Song Jiawen was stunned. She hadn't expected that her departure would prompt the teachers to come see her off collectively.
Not good with words, she pursed her lips and for a moment didn't know what to say.
"Jiajia..."
Song Jiawen walked over and hugged Teacher Xue, who always felt warm to her, making her extremely attached.
With tearful eyes, Teacher Xue hugged her tightly, "Take care of yourself, you must do well in the future..."
Such a good child, why would she have such parents?
The other teachers had also learned a bit about the situation. They couldn't help but know, for Song Xiaoli's big mouth had been spreading the story after arriving at school, and it had spread tenfold, hundredfold among the few high school classes. Coupled with Song Jiawen's fame, it didn't take even a day for everyone to hear about it.
Most of the teachers both sympathized and pitied Song Jiawen. Of course, there were also a few with darker minds, believing that Song Jiawen's unpleasing personality was the reason her parents didn't like her.
But these were very few, daring only to think it and not to say it aloud.
After all, Song Jiawen was the treasure of most of the teachers in the school.
"Don't slack off when you get to No. 1 High School. Do you need to take the Oxford dictionary with you? Go over it again when you have the time after you arrive..."
Song Jiawen immediately stepped back from Teacher Xue's embrace and said calmly, "No need, I remember all of it. Don't you trust my memory?"
Jiang Yan, listening by the side, twitched his mouth. Song Jiawen was a freak, and Teacher Xue was a talent, who brought her the thick Oxford English dictionary from university after discovering that high school vocabulary wasn't enough to satisfy her memory and asked her to memorize it.
Within two months, Song Jiawen had memorized eighty percent of the words in that dictionary.
The other subject teachers, inspired by this, began to bring their own university textbooks for Song Jiawen...
So for a while, Song Jiawen's desk was stacked with "Introduction to Higher Mathematics," "Beginning Calculus," "Mechanics," "Optics," and other daunting books that were incomprehensible at a glance.
But she went through them for a full four months.
During this time, she normally participated in the school's regular exams, scoring near full marks in every subject except for Chinese.
So the teachers were happy to let her read these books. As long as she was interested and could understand, then so be it. The resources in their small place were limited and they couldn't provide her with better conditions, but they were also afraid of hindering the development of her intelligence. Therefore, any professional books they had at home were brought over for her to read.
Jiang Yan seriously suspected that these teachers had influenced her to the point that she might graduate from university in less than two years.
"Jiang Yan, take good care of Jiajia, don't let anyone bully her."
Jiang Yan repeatedly assured, and Teacher Xue was finally relieved.
After bidding farewell to the group of teachers, the two descended the stairs.
"Song Jiawen, wait a moment."
Just as the two reached the bottom of the stairs, the school's art teacher ran over and called out to her, "Here's a number for you. If you want to sell your paintings, you can call him. He's a buyer."
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