Chapter 9: Refused by You, I'm Also Very Sad

  What method can be used? I was thinking hard. In math class, I was still immersed in my problem, so that when the teacher was explaining the topic, I didn't even hear it clearly.

  I think I'm the representative of Chinese class. It's said that as a transfer student from another school, I became the representative of Chinese class, which also became a topic of discussion among my classmates. The original representative was sick and asked for a half-month leave, she called the teacher herself to request a replacement so as not to delay important things in Chinese class.

  When the classmates were discussing who would be the next representative of Chinese class, the head teacher, also our Chinese teacher, announced: "The original representative is sick, now Lin Qingyi will take over."

  The class was in an uproar, and the students began to discuss it eagerly.

  "I'm sure everyone is wondering why. Lin Qingyi, although a transfer student from another school, has performed exceptionally well in all aspects and is a role model that many of her classmates should learn from. We have exams frequently, and every time I give her full marks or deduct only one point for her compositions, the deduction being necessary due to exam requirements. Her writing is truly outstanding. Even during inter-class essay exchanges, teachers from other classes would lavish praise on her work, taking it back to their own class as a model essay."

  About my article being used as a model essay by teachers from other classes, I have encountered such things in my previous school.

  In high school, when I had just entered that school, there was a time when a boy I didn't know before handed me my homework and said to me: "You're Lin Qingyi, right? Your compositions are always read out loud by the teacher in class." Actually, my homeroom teacher in junior high also mentioned this, but I didn't pay attention.

  At this time, the head teacher continued to say: "I hope that after she became the representative of Chinese class, in addition to collecting and distributing homework, she can also undertake the task of learning Chinese subject and lead all classmates to achieve successful learning in Chinese subject."

  At this moment, the math teacher asked: "I have a question here, please everyone solve it as soon as possible and see who has a good method?"

  As usual, the teacher would give us a few minutes to work out the solution first, then ask a classmate to go up to the blackboard to demonstrate and explain.

  I didn't hear what the teacher said at all, I was still immersed in my own thoughts, because of the urgency, I had to think of a way to deal with it.

  Why not change seats? I suddenly thought of this method, yes, this should be the best solution. As for the head teacher, since I am his class representative, I have been in contact with him more often than usual because of academic matters, so I think he might agree.

  "Go try it out, Lin Qingyi, things will work out, come on." I encouraged myself in my heart.

  Just as I was thinking of entering the non-Non, a storm about me was brewing and I knew it not.

  At this time, no one in the class raised their hand, and I don't know if it's because today's question is a bit difficult.

  The math teacher is nearly middle-aged, but in this school she is still one of the younger ones. Sometimes she can be quite humorous.

  She saw that I was distracted, cleared her throat and raised her voice: "Have you figured it out? Let's ask Lin Qingyi to answer! She seems to have finished a long time ago."

  This is the end, my face suddenly became very hot, I didn't write anything! What to do? If it were my old deskmate, Xi Ying would definitely put the written answer on my side and I could just copy. Now Li Yi might think of it, but he'll be a step late.

  I had no choice but to tell the teacher honestly that I hadn't been paying attention.

  I hadn't even spoken yet, and the teacher started saying: "You can't do it? Then did you listen or not?" But her tone wasn't severe either, maybe because this was just one time, usually I'm a very obedient student.

  My face turned red, and I said like a child who had done something wrong: "Teacher, sorry."

  At that moment I felt so sad, it was a scene I had never encountered before. In the hearts of teachers and classmates, I am "good girl", always have been.

  Sitting by the window, I suddenly felt the dampness and sweltering of the outside air. Perhaps clouds were drifting by outside the window, making the world outside seem carefree and free, but my heart was so tense.