Chapter 10 — Pointed Hat Class Contest

“After partially agreeing, what if they increase the conditions?” “It won't.” Khau Chi Thanh said very firmly. “I led them for three years, understanding these kids.” “They just want to be respected.” I nodded. “Then go and be respectful.” “Remember to bring knee guards.” He doesn't understand. Grab the documents and leave. That morning, the old self-study room of the spearhead class was reopened. At noon, Bach Tung received notice to temporarily stop teaching. In the afternoon, the absence record for the first month's exam was marked as "postponed confirmation". Khau Chi Thanh's performance touched people. Previously, when handling student complaints normally, one week was considered urgent. Now restoring the privileges to the spearhead class, three things have been completed in half a day. Perhaps this is the so-called key training. I think So Hanh will be more or less satisfied. As a result, before the evening self-study session, Khau Chi Thanh rushed into my office. His face was even more unsightly than in the morning. “They made a request again.” I raised my eyes. “Didn't you say you just wanted to be respected?” “Maybe respect is not enough.” “What do you want now?” Khau Chi Thanh placed the new list on my desk. I took a look. Very good. From five things turned into eight things. In addition to the original requirements, three more items were added. First, cancel all disciplinary records of students participating in the exam. Second, restore the position of student representative and key class president to So Hanh. Third, the school publicly explained that the first suspension was a communication misunderstanding and should not affect future voting and nominations. I turned to the last page. There is also an additional handwritten line. Diep Mien is not allowed to participate in the make-up exam. The original blank test must be re-entered according to routine performance. Go around in a big circle, eventually returning to the same place. Khau Chi Thanh's face turned pale. “Diep Mien has applied for a make-up exam.” “So Hanh does not agree.” “The exam is her own, why do we need his approval?” “He said this was related to the pride of the entire spearhead class.” I was almost blinded by the words self-esteem. One answer sheet must be submitted blank. Through So Hanh's packaging, the issue of individual achievement has evolved into a battle to protect collective personality. Developed for two more days, perhaps it can also apply for recognition as an intangible cultural heritage. “What are you going to do?” Khau Chi Thanh angrily pulled his tie. “Of course I can't agree with everything.” "Exam absence records have been sealed, classrooms have been returned, Bach Tung has also stopped class." “They should know enough and stop.” I laughed. "Why?" “If you take a step back, they will know there is still one step ahead.” “You agree to three things, they will know the remaining five things can also be negotiated.” "It's not that So Hanh doesn't know how to be satisfied." “He's confirming whether or not you have a limit after all.” Khau Chi Thanh was silent for a moment. “So what to do now?” “Didn't you take over the twelfth grade?” I looked at him. “Ask me why?” His face was sometimes blue, sometimes white. Finally hugged the list and left. That night, Bach Tung came to find me. She placed a resignation letter on the table. “I've been thinking.” “If I leave, they will have one less reason to continue causing trouble.” I didn't look at the application. “Who told you?” “Director Khau.” I knew it right away. If you can't solve the problem with the person who raised it, then solve the problem with the person being raised. He used this method more proficiently than using a projector. “What happens after you quit your job?” Bach Tung pursed his lips. “At least they will participate in the inter-school exam.” “Are you sure?” “Director Khau said that as long as I go, they are willing to withdraw their other requests.” I gave her a list of eight things. After Bach Tung finished reading, his face turned cold little by little. “They still want to cancel the make-up exam?” "YES." “Diep Mien applied himself.” "In So Hanh's eyes, the girl's application is not as important as the pride of the spearhead class." Bach Tung tightened his grip on the paper. “So it's useless for me to quit my job.” “Finally figured it out.” “What they want is not you.” “It's the school proving that whoever they want to go is that person

must go.” I pushed the resignation letter back. “Her teaching evaluation is satisfactory.” “The assessment and evaluation of the lesson has been passed.” “Do not violate teacher standards.” “It's your right to quit your job or not.” “But don't use your resignation letter to pay protection fees on behalf of someone else.” Bach Tung was silent for a long time. Finally, collect the application. “Vice Principal Van, now you can no longer manage the twelfth grade.” "I know." “So what should we do about the inter-school exam?” “When it's time to take the exam, just take the exam.” “But So Hanh and the others have started asking key class students to submit their exam cards.” I raised my head. “Submit it to whom?” “Give it all to him to keep.” "He said that on the day of the inter-school exam, no one is allowed to enter the exam room without permission." Indeed. During the first suspension, he relied on calling on the spot. Some people hesitate, some waver. This time, he is preparing to take away everyone's right to choose in advance.