I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

"Some time ago, a female student in Class [-] dropped out of school."

While we were talking, many teachers came in one after another, and the spacious office was packed.

"Teacher Zhou, this is the new transfer student."

"There are three classes in the second grade. When we first enrolled, the first class was full, and there was one person missing in the second and third classes. In addition, the one from class three who dropped out this semester did not come to report, so it was just right."

"You are the person in charge of the second grade. Please make some arrangements."

A middle-aged male teacher named Zhao brought Yu Feiwan and the others to a relatively young female teacher.

Teacher Zhou has just turned 30 years old. His hair is neatly tied back, without a trace of broken hair, revealing his smooth forehead, a small mole on his cheekbone, and thin lips, which makes him look a little unsmiling.

"I received the notice a few days ago."

"Yu Feiwan, Yu Ping, Yu Fengjiao, right?"

"Three sisters?"

Teacher Zhou frowned slightly and tried to look at the three girls of similar stature in front of him without prejudice.

13 years old.

One year old, also 12 years old.

second grade.

repeat students.

It's not that she looks down on children from rural areas, she just doesn't like children who are unmotivated.

These days, it is difficult for farm children to study, let alone girls.

When I go to school, I still don’t cherish the opportunity to study.

Speaking of which, she did not agree to accept these three girls.

But the principal was accommodating and made an agreement to keep up with the progress for one semester, so she had to give in.

Yu Feiwan was keenly aware of the intense scrutiny and slight displeasure in Teacher Zhou's eyes, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"Well, they are three sisters."

"Now that you are enrolled in school, you must study hard and be responsible for yourself." Teacher Zhou said in a calm tone, as usual.

"You three, which two will go to class three?"

Yu Ping summoned up the courage to raise her head and pointed at Yu Fengjiao, "Me and her."

"Then you're going to Class [-]?" Teacher Zhou's eyes fell on Yu Feiwan, and he asked uneasily, "Can I do it alone?"

Yu Feiwan breathed a sigh of relief. Teacher Zhou was not as unkind in his heart as he appeared on the surface.

"I want to discuss something with Teacher Zhou. I want to apply to skip the grade exam."

Teacher Zhou:!?(_;?
"What did you say?"

Teacher Zhou felt that he was hearing hallucinations.

Can students who have repeated a grade apply to skip the grade exam?

What kind of arrogance is this?

Teacher Zhou did not answer Yu Feiwan immediately, but looked at the teacher opposite, "Teacher Chen, you will take Yu Ping and Yu Fengjiao to your class later."

"Just here, please pay more attention."

"I also urge students after get off work to get along well with each other."

Teacher Chen has a gentle and good-looking oval face, curved eyebrows, and a curved "Okay" at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Teacher Chen leaving the office with Yu Ping and Yu Fengjiao, Teacher Zhou said in a deep voice, "Skip a grade?"

"This kind of thing is not a joke."

"Learning is serious business."

Yu Feiwan nodded heavily, "Teacher Zhou, I'm not joking."

"Please also ask Teacher Zhou to help the senior teachers publish test papers."

"I'd like to answer it in my office."

Teacher Zhou frowned and looked suspicious, "Are you sure?"

"If you tease the teacher, you will be kicked out of school today."

"Sure." Yu Feiwan said without hesitation. "What grade?"

"Fourth grade, maybe."

This was Yu Feiwan's carefully considered choice.

On the one hand, it can make Li Lan straighten up, and on the other hand, it can also spend more time with Ping Ping.

If she chooses to skip to fifth grade, she will be entering junior high school in three or four months.

She couldn't bear to leave Pingping.

Teacher Zhou took out a form from the drawer and handed it to Yu Feiwan, "You fill in the form first, and I'll find the fourth-grade teacher to give the questions."

"Mathematics, Chinese, two test papers."

"Only those with a score of [-] or above will be allowed to skip a grade."

A few teachers across a national highway raised their heads when they heard this, "There is no need to show up for the questions. In the final exam a year ago, each grade had three questions. In the end, one was chosen, and then among the remaining two , pick one out and make it for her, okay?"

"We set all the questions ourselves, and the difficulty is quite different."

Teacher Zhou pondered for a moment, "That's it."

"Find one for each of the words, and watch her do it now."

"If it can really meet the standard, it will be regarded as a good harvest."

Yu Feiwan sat in the empty seat next to Teacher Zhou, holding a pencil and writing answers on the test paper.

During the winter vacation, she read a lot of primary school textbooks.

Those ancient poems and texts that had been forgotten came to mind again.

As for math, fourth grade math is not a problem for her.

The more Mr. Zhou looked at it, the more surprised he became. He was like a gardener who discovered a rare and beautiful flower in the garden. He was surprised and happy.

Still can't be biased and judge people by their appearance.

We must also pay close attention to those two girls. If they are also good prospects who have been delayed, we can break them off carefully and they can be brought back.

She probably also knows about the teaching situation in the village.

Teacher Zhou looked at the teacher beside him and nodded again.

The teachers suddenly became interested and stood around Yu Feiwan. The first thing they saw was the neat and neat words on the test paper, and the second was the answer.

In less than an hour, Yu Feiwan completed the answer sheet.

He was used to writing compositions of [-] to [-] words, and now he went back to write [-] to [-] words. Yu Feiwan felt strangely that his literary thoughts were still welling up.

Think about her original primary school composition examples. Either her mother carried her to the hospital with a fever on a rainy night, or she helped the old lady cross the horse on the way to school.

Fortunately, I have accumulated enough writing materials and refined them, and now I no longer need to use clichés.

The fourth-grade teacher took Yu Feiwan's test paper and judged it carefully. One red check mark appeared one after another, and the composition was praised profusely.

"My math skills are pretty good, but some of the details in answering questions didn't meet the standards and requirements. However, I can make up for this quickly after taking systematic lessons with my classmates, so it's not a big deal."

"The handwriting is beautiful, the words and sentences are beautiful, the memorization level is good, and there are almost no omissions. Especially the composition is a model essay. With further guidance and revision, I am afraid I can submit it to participate in the essay competition."

"This kid is good, not bad."

"Looking at the presentation of the test paper, there is no problem in skipping to fourth grade."

"But this matter requires the principal's approval."

"Teacher Zhou, can you come with me to the principal's office with this child and the test papers?"

"It's a piece of rough jade."

The one who spoke was the fourth-year academic director.

She is a female teacher in her late teens, with black and white hair and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.

As soon as the teacher spoke, Teacher Zhou quickly stood up and said, "Of course."

"Teacher Guo, you were my teacher before. If you have any questions, just give me instructions. Why don't you ask me?"

"Come on, let's go right away."

Yu Feiwan followed the two teachers sluggishly.