Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 35 Birth

One, two, three, four…

Zhang Baoquan counted on his fingers.

The flesh on his cheeks trembled, and his eyes sometimes looked around and sometimes closed up. What kind of expression was this?

Probably:

You originally thought you could find a needle in a haystack, but as one, two, three, four, or even several years passed, you gradually came to terms with reality and stopped being proactive and persistent. Asking students to think about problems and principles every time new students enrolled was just a formality.

And yet, within this rigid format, a student who understands me and understands mathematics has actually emerged. Isn't that a kindred spirit?

Many talent scouts wait their entire lives but never find their own exceptional horse.

Today, Zhang Baozhong, now 56 years old, has finally found her perfect match.

The price of such unforeseen circumstances is extremely high.

Fu Chen never dreamed that his "killing" move would not only fail to bring him the expected result of "angering the teacher and being blamed" and having his usual performance points deducted.

Instead, it left a good impression on Zhang Baozhong, who even added fifty points to his name on the roll call card.

What does 50 points mean?

To put it another way, even if Fu Chen hadn't lost any points in this one course, he would already be tied for first place in the class, not to mention the additional 50 points for participation.

Amidst enthusiastic applause.

Fu Chen sat down.

It wasn't because he wanted to sit down, but because he realized that his legs no longer had the strength to support him to continue standing, so to be precise, he should have fallen awkwardly into his seat.

"That's right, Fu Chen is right. I kept saying there were five people on the main track, but only four were drawn on the blackboard. The answer to such an obvious question, a simple comparison of sizes, was that none of you, except Fu Chen, got it right..."

"As expected, Fu Chen's position as the top student in the class is not unfounded; it is truly well-deserved."

Zhang Baoquan stopped crying, and his classmates comforted him.

Wang Dong had better tact: "Then the teacher is really lucky, teaching our class. Fu Chen will be the teacher's best student from now on."

The teacher stopped crying and then confirmed the key points and main theme of the lesson.

4 <5

This world has gone mad.

Maybe this class, this school, has gone mad.

Fu Chen couldn't quite describe what he felt.

His ears were ringing, and even though Zhang Baoquan was praising him in various ways, he had no intention of listening any longer.

He saw his deskmate Yao Zhiai silently extend a big thumbs-up towards him, with the brand logos of "Chanel," "Gucci," and "Louis Vuitton" tattooed on the knuckles of her fingers.

He actually found the tattoos used for teaching purposes quite amusing.

It doesn't matter.

If you can't finish the task in this lesson, then finish it in the next lesson. There's no rush.

Instead, some unexpected events drew everyone's attention back to the teacher from Fu Chen.

dong dong.

A muscular man, as big as an ox, with a round head and a pointed tip, knocked on the door.

"Sister Quan, are you free now? Are you busy?"

The whole class was covered in sweat.

Isn't this just picking a fight?

Zhang Baoquan's eye twitched, but then he thought about how his martial arts teacher had been so engrossed in his training that he'd ruined his brain, and he couldn't be bothered to argue with it.

"Mr. Lai, didn't you see I'm teaching? I'm busy right now. Can we talk about it after class?"

Lai Shi, the muscular male teacher, confirmed again, "Sister Quan, you're busy right now, right?"

Zhang Baoquan nodded. Her patience had improved considerably, entirely thanks to Fu Chen. Even her attitude had become better.

Lai Shi said, "Since you're free now, I'm going to use the rest of your class to teach a martial arts class. I heard that the students in our class have relatively poor martial arts skills."

Snapped.

Zhang Baoquan closed the door.

If the entire Class 5 of Grade 11 couldn't answer her question just now, then perhaps this weekly math class will be given to Lai Shi.

After all, martial arts and alchemy are still the main academic disciplines and missions in this world.

Although academic subjects play a crucial role, mathematics is just one subject among many.

Its importance is nowhere near that of the ten weekly martial arts classes, each lasting an hour and a half.

But who would have thought that she would meet the person destined for her today?

Throughout life, people search for someone they can truly connect with, even if it's just a single sentence. This isn't empty talk or meaningless words, but words that genuinely touch a person's heart, move them deeply, and resonate with them.

Fu Chen undoubtedly succeeded.

Of course, he didn't know how he managed to do it, or rather, he never intended to do it at all.

After rejecting Lai Shi, Zhang Baoquan's eyes were only on Fu Chen. Every move he made, every smile he gave, was so endearing. This was the teacher's favoritism towards a top student.

She woke up Fu Chen.

Perhaps it's because I've never met such a bright student before.

She had many questions she was ready to ask him, and Fu Chen also had many answers he was ready to throw out to provoke her. Both of them were poised to strike, and Zhang Baoquan only had eyes for Fu Chen.

At that moment, the classroom door was pushed open again.

"Teacher Zhang, please don't teach anymore, come out immediately! We need you here, someone's been killed!"

What life could compare to that of such an outstanding genius student?

Wait a minute.

Zhang Baoquan recognized the person as her best friend and Chinese teacher, Niu Fengxia.

"You just mentioned human lives?"

"Who died? Is it Ai Zhiwei who died?!" Zhang Baoquan exclaimed excitedly.

Ai Zhiwei is a medicine-making teacher for the first-year high school students. Years ago, due to some misunderstandings, or perhaps not misunderstandings at all, he broke up with Zhang Baoquan, and the two went from being lovers to mortal enemies.

From then on, whenever Zhang Baoquan heard news of someone's death, Ai Zhiwei would be the first person he thought of.

"No," Niu Fengxia said, ignoring everyone else, directly in front of the other students, "someone died in the toilet on the sixth floor of the Moral Education Building!"

Holy crap…

The whole class erupted in uproar.

Is it still such a forbidden place?

Almost everyone has heard the terrifying story of someone dying in a toilet.

"Did Ai Zhiwei die in the toilet?"

Niu Fengxia stamped her feet anxiously, "No, someone's died in the women's restroom!"

"Did Ai Zhiwei die in the women's restroom?"

Niu Fengxia: "It wasn't him!"

Who died in the women's restroom?

"No one died; in fact, some people survived!"

Zhang Baoquan: "What do you mean?"

Niu Fengxia: "Someone has emerged."

"?"

"There's a baby there."

"You mean you found a baby there?"

Niu Fengxia stamped her foot: "Yes! Just born!"

"Yes, she's a language arts teacher, she's so patient," Fu Chen thought to himself.

The next second, he rushed out the door.

Is there anything more interesting than giving birth in a toilet?