Chapter 12 — Pointed Hat Class Contest

Not a regular class guarantee. It is not guaranteed that I will continue to sit in this position. Only guarantees one thing. People who want to enter the exam room must have a door to enter. Less than five minutes after the documents were sent, So Hanh's phone call came. I answered the phone. He didn't say hello. “Vice Principal Van, you are dividing the spearhead class.” “I'll just let everyone take the test themselves.” “The spearhead class is a collective.” “Groups can learn together.” “You cannot share the same exam card.” So Hanh said coldly: "Everyone voluntarily supports you." “So let them make their own choices at the exam room door.” “What are you afraid of?” The other end was silent for two seconds. “I'm not afraid of anything.” “That's best.” So Hanh slowly spoke: "Vice Principal Van." "On the day of the inter-school exam, you will see who the key class finally listens to." I laughed. “I'm also looking forward to it.” “If one student really has the brain of twenty-five people, anyway.” “The school should at least give me twenty-five extra answer sheets.” The day before the inter-school exam, the entire twelfth grade building was unusually quiet. No one dropped out of school collectively. No one blocked the door. The spearhead class even finished their duty on time. So obedient that the school transfer applications, poor collective evaluations, and eight requests a few days ago seemed like just an illusion caused by the overwhelming pressure of my work. But every time a student from a key class passes through the hallway, they instinctively hug their bags. Inside are identification documents. The exam card is kept by the examination team. They cannot submit it, so they can only take one step back. Department of Hanh forced all participants to write a commitment. The content is very simple. Voluntarily refused to participate in this inter-school exam. Bear the consequences together. Do not enter the exam room without permission. The last point is also intentionally bolded. The violator is considered to actively leave the spearhead class. When I saw the copy, I almost laughed at the use of the word. Since when did the spearhead class become a gang? If I withdraw, do I still have to clench my fingers to show my will? Bach Tung placed the commitment on my desk. “Hua Xuyen gave it to me.” “Did she sign?” “Signed.” “Then why did you still give it to her?” "She said that So Hanh asked to sign on the spot. Those who didn't sign would be considered traitors by all their classmates." I turned to the signature page. Twenty-six names, not one person missing. Diep Mien also signed. The girl's name is written very lightly. The last stroke barely touches the paper. “Hua Xuyen wants to take the exam?” "Want." “And the others?” "I do not know." Bach Tung stopped for a moment. "Some students secretly asked if missing exams would affect the assessment of their future aspirations." “How do you answer?” "Have." "Very good." The school's biggest problem in the past was that it liked to bear the consequences for good students. Students blocked the door, the school cleaned up the aftermath. Students stop taking exams, teachers correct notes. Students want to change teachers, young teachers leave on their own. Over time, even their threats became more and more powerful. No matter what knife is placed on your neck, the person bleeding is always someone else. I returned the commitment to Bach Tung. “Tomorrow, follow the plan.” “Any student who wants to enter the exam room, just give out the exam card normally.” “What if someone stops me?” “Notify security.” “There should be no physical conflict with students.” “Also, do not drag anyone into the exam room.” “We're just in charge of keeping the door open.” “Whether they go in or not, they choose for themselves.” Bach Tung nodded and left. Half an hour later, Secretary Phung arrived. He didn't go alone. Behind him are two representatives of the board of directors. Obviously they were afraid that I would blow up the school tomorrow, so they came to check the wires first. After sitting down, Secretary Phung got straight to the point. “Vice Principal Van, the board of directors agrees to let students participate in the exam according to their personal wishes.” “But there are two requirements.” “Say it.” "First, do not publicly punish students who refuse to take the exam outside the exam room, to avoid making conflicts more severe." "Okay." “Second, if the collective spearhead class is absent from the exam, do not prevent homeroom teacher Khau and parents from negotiating on the spot.” I raised my eyes. “What time is the negotiation?”

“We have to see the actual situation.” “The exam starts at half past eight.” “If they negotiate until nine o'clock, will the other students wait?” Secretary Phung frowned. “Maybe let the other exam rooms start first.” “The spearhead class postpones its own time.” I laughed. Going around a big circle, they still wanted to leave a special exam room for them. The first suspension has its own starting time. The second suspension has its own ending time. In further development, the city-level inter-school exam must be based on the mood of the Department of Administration to re-establish the schedule. "Impossible." “The whole school starts exams at the same time.” “Fifteen minutes late, admission will be stopped.” “The same goes for the spearhead class.” A board representative said in a deep voice: "Vice principal Van, you must consider the results." "If So Hanh really misses the exam, what the school loses is not just the score of an exam." “He is the student who has the most hope of winning first place in the city this year.”