I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

Li Yan was silent for a while, sighed slightly in his heart, and left the classroom.

In the corridor, the new teacher and a group of children still laughed and laughed, especially the female teacher, it was quite easy for the children to get close.

In more than a week, wherever Li Yan went, the students scattered and fled, completely at the extremes of this scene.

After chatting with the three teachers in the restaurant, Li Yan's mood has stabilized a lot, and he has gradually accepted the role of a black-faced teacher.

The significance of teachers is far more profound than that of predecessors. This is the most important point that Li Yan understands.

However, Shizuka, who was so drunk that night, was finally arranged by Li Yan to be in room 605. Not to mention being molested by Mr. Hiratsuka all the way. That night, Room 605 seemed to be a busy night, Mr. Hiratsuka. The wine is really not very good.

"Mr. Li, and Mr. Tanaka, the third-grade Mandarin teacher came to the conference room for a meeting at ten o'clock."

Back in the office, the dean of academic affairs informed several Mandarin teachers in the office.

"!"

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was a meeting.

In the conference room, Li Yan quickly understood the matter. It turned out that Litangmen Primary School was about to start the essay competition for the new semester.

Each grade of each year prepares to hold an essay contest in the first month after the school starts. Not only does it have a certificate, but the school will paste the top three essays of each class in the school notice board.

This is also a very important game for the pushy kids.

The meeting focused on arranging time, discussing topics, and formulating word counts and judging standards. Li Yan carefully recorded these matters.

"Then, now the meeting ends here."

"After everyone goes back, let the students in your class inform."

The dean of school put away the documents and said to them.

"Yes."

Li Yan and other teachers responded and stood up one after another, preparing to leave.

However, after the meeting room was disbanded, Li Yan still heard some teachers' discussions.

"This year has started again."

"Yes, I heard that this kind of performance involves the teacher's performance appraisal, and it has a lot to do with the future selection and promotion to the director."

"Don't you have Ito in your class? That kid won the essay award in the district, right? This year is your class first, right?"

"Hahaha, Watanabe-sensei is really."

...

"..."

Li Yan listened for a while, was silent for a while, and then walked out of the conference room.

This kind of conversation is normal for teachers. In the eyes of teachers, students are also the standard for performance appraisal. It's just that it is somewhat selfish to tie the teacher's future to the students.

Early the next morning.

The first class is Mandarin.

On the podium of Class 2-E, Li Yan announced to them the various matters of this grade competition, which quickly aroused discussion among the children.

"It's starting again..."

"I don't think I can get the prize, so why do I write an essay."

...

In fact, the grades of Class 2-E are somewhat unsatisfactory, and the average score of Mandarin is evenly divided with that of Class D. Except for the class leader and study committee, the others who have good grades are a bit too ordinary.

"Preparing to raise the white flag before surrendering..."

Li Yan looked at this demoralizing scene with a headache, and thought.

"You write well, the most important thing is to write what you want to write. Remember, everyone has to write. For students who don't want to write, the teacher will accompany him to write."

Li Yan cleared his throat and said to them.

"Eh……"

There was a groan in the class.

Sitting in the last row, Yui Akamatsu listened to the news, and stared at the theme of "Peace" blankly. There was always an indescribable sense of excitement in his body.

peace!

Yui's eyes shone brightly, and she showed an exhilarating and active smile.

After the competition matters were issued, the school was actually a lot of fun.

There are six classes in a grade, with a total of 263 students. For Japan, which has a low birthrate, Litangmen Elementary School can be described as a booming student population, which is hundreds of times better than Asahi Hill School.

After school every afternoon, in Li Yan's office, a group of children came to consult with the class's Mandarin teacher, but for three consecutive days, Li Yan's side was empty.

"hateful……"

Li Yan stayed alone in the office, covering his face in the face of the sunset.

However, when Li Yan was depressed, a little girl's voice came from behind him.

"That... Teacher Li..."

This was a very slender and timid little girl's voice, which almost made Li Yan think he was hearing hallucinations.

He turned around and saw a little girl standing behind him, a reddish-brown hair with a cute and well-behaved appearance, her tender cheeks with a slightly nervous blush, a ponytail, and her hands tightly. Grasping some wrinkled paper.

As a result, when Li Yan glanced at her, the little girl paled with fright and almost ran away.

"Ah, sorry."

Li Yan immediately realized something. He looked at this little girl, thought for a moment, and said, "I remember...you are a student in Class E, called Chisong..."

"Yes, my name is Akamatsu Yui."

Akamatsu Yui plucked up the courage and introduced himself to Li Yan.

"Yui Yi..."

Li Yan remembered that when he was looking at the list, he noticed this name. The child sitting by the window had the same name as Yuihama Yui, but his looks and temperament were somewhat similar.