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“Indeed!” The students beneath the stage were filled with seething passion, many of them moved to tears.

Tang Yuxin genuinely felt that their Teacher Jin was truly an extraordinary figure, who had managed to rally the entire class behind her with just a few sentences, fostering an unprecedented level of determination in their hearts. Coupled with the recent improvement in Class 1’s study culture and atmosphere, this momentum had now risen to an all-time high.

At this moment, the hearts of everyone were ablaze, ready to throw themselves into the fire, regardless of whether it would lead to them being reduced to ashes. They wanted to emerge from the ashes like phoenixes, dreaming of the day when their names would be on that coveted red list, clutching their report cards with pride and making their parents proud. Pride for their children, and pride for themselves.

Whether it was the students or the teachers of Class 1, their passion was burning so brightly that it was approaching its zenith, with some students having already picked up their books and begun studying eagerly.

No one was willing to give up even the slightest opportunity to learn.

The teacher was right, they were young and had countless opportunities. This was just the first exam, and it was far from being the be-all and end-all. The students who performed poorly in the middle school exam went on to do well later on, and their class even had the student who ranked number one in the grade. Furthermore, three of the top ten students in the school were in their class.

They frequently discussed various issues. If they followed the same thinking processes, how could they possibly perform poorly?

At that moment, in the principal’s office, Miss Song’s face was as black as pitch. Her previously attractive face had now elongated into the likeness of a horse’s, significantly reducing her attractiveness. She used to be treated as an empress concubine or a queen mother but now had been demoted to a resentful wife.

“Principal, what do you mean?”

Miss Song thought of the honor roll and felt a pain in her heart.

“What do I mean?” The principal was confused. “Miss Song, isn’t that incident over now? The parents are not pursuing the matter any further, what more do you want?”

The principal was a man who cherished talents, and Miss Song was definitely one of them. Otherwise, why would he grovel and damage his reputation, finally ensuring that no one would pursue the matter? But now what was happening? Who had he offended?

Mentioning the incident only added to Miss Song’s anger, turning her face an ominous green.

Fine, she would not dwell on this matter, she kept mentally preparing herself to not let her angry emotions overcome her, otherwise, she might end up yelling at the principal like a madwoman.

“Principal, why did you allocate those three students to Class 1? Is this slapping Class 5 in the face?”

Yes, this was more than a slap in her face, it virtually shattered her dignity in front of all the teachers and students in the school.

Class 5 was the elite class, yet they couldn’t outperform Class 1, which was filled with supposedly subpar students. What’s worse, they even had their top spot in the grade stolen; the second spot in the grade belonged to Class 5, but they were forty marks behind the first.

How was she supposed to save face? How could she face the other teachers in the future?

“What?” The principal was still confused. After all this talk, he still didn’t understand. What was she talking about? Which students were given to Class 1? He had forcibly assigned many students to Class 1.

Just when the principal was still puzzled as if he’d been hit on the head.

There was the sound of a knock on the door outside.

“Come in,” the principal hastily called out.

The door opened, and Teacher Jin walked in. Before, if she entered at this time, she would definitely have been embarrassed, but today she looked extremely pleased with herself, almost as if she was floating on air.

“Huh, Teacher Jin, you seem to be in a good mood. Did something pleasant happen?” The principal joked with Teacher Jin.

One was all smiles, and the other sported a face as long as a horse’s. Naturally, the principal preferred speaking to the one who was smiling.

“Yes, something good,” Teacher Jin walked over. Upon seeing Miss Song, she finally felt a surge of pride. In this school, the most important thing is the students’ academic performance. If the students performed well in an exam, the teacher would naturally benefit from the reflected glory and be able to walk tall.

“What good news? Do tell,” the principal also began to smile. The previously oppressive atmosphere in the room seemed to have lightened up, as if a gentle breeze had entered.

“I’m here to thank the principal.”

Teacher Jin’s joy was infectious, easily felt by the people around her.

“Thank me?” The principal pointed at himself.

What was there for her to thank him for? He hadn’t done anything lately. In fact, he had been groveling and losing face a lot recently. Now, when he went out, he felt as if he was carrying his face in his pocket.

“Thank you for assigning Yuxin and the other two to my class. Do you know, principal?” Teacher Jin placed her hands on the principal’s desk, visibly excited. She figured that she would definitely be sleepless this night.

“In this midterm exam, Tang Yuxin from our class ranked first in the grade, Chen Lidong was fifth, and Xu Miaomiao was eighth. Almost ten of the top hundred students come from our class.”

After hearing this, the principal was stunned momentarily. He then turned to look at Miss Song. It seemed that he really was to blame. He had initially intended to assign those students to her class, but she had refused, and in the end, it benefitted Class 1. Looking at those three children, it was clear that they had not been admitted through backdoor channels. The results had been quite surprising, and humorous, especially for the teachers of whichever class these students were put in.

After Teacher Jin left, Ms. Song’s face became even more stretched.

“Miss Song, it was you who did not want the students,” the principal stood up, poking at Miss Song’s sore spot. “Initially, I had assigned those students to you, but you didn’t want them.”

Miss Song suppressed her anger, barely preventing herself from coughing up blood.