Chapter 18 — Pointed Hat Class Contest

Exam tutoring for good students is retained. Public class mode, public Q&A and classroom scheduling are also retained. Khau Chi Thanh no longer holds the position of block manager. When the announcement was issued, he came to find me. The whole person seemed to have suddenly aged five years. “Vice Principal Van, I admit I didn't handle it well this time.” “But I'm also for the college admission rate.” "I know." “I have no selfish feelings.” “I know too.” “So why must I be dismissed?” I looked at him. "Because management is not about proving that you don't have selfish interests." “But when the problem arises, who do you protect?” “The students just caused trouble, you sacrificed the teacher.” "Parents just arrived, you sacrificed the regular class." “As soon as the board of directors applied pressure, he immediately thought of a way to force the person who was easiest to talk to back down.” “You are not ugly.” “He just always chooses the path that is least annoying.” “But once the manager just wants to be less annoying, all the trouble will fall on those who are incapable of causing trouble.” Khau Chi Thanh was silent for a long time. Finally, remove the homeroom board and place it on my desk. He was not fired. Return to normal teaching. Anyway, his professional ability is not bad. It's just that the level of management still stops at the level of whoever speaks loudly and listens to that person. Let him stand on the podium imparting knowledge. Let him carry the water, sooner or later the whole building will be flooded. The day Bach Tung returned to teach the core class, not a single student dropped out of class. She entered the door as usual. Write on the board as usual. Ask questions as usual. So Hanh also responded as usual. Neither of them mentioned anything before. At the end of a class period, So Hanh submits his homework. Bach Tung scored normally. Absolute score. She didn't intentionally deduct a point because she hated him. Just because he took first place doesn't mean he gets an extra point. Achievements are as many as they are. That's called scoring. It's not that students respect their teachers. It is also not the case that teachers give grace to students. The make-up exam was postponed because the final twelfth administration adjustment was scheduled for the Friday after the inter-school exam. Diep Mien got ninety-seven points. Doesn't count as bad. But combined with her achievements in other subjects, she still did not meet the standards to stay in the key class. After getting the class classification results, she entered parallel class number three. So Hanh did not block the office for her. The two also broke up. I heard Diep Mien was the one who proactively suggested it. The reason is very simple. “From now on, I submit my exams myself.” When this sentence reached my ears, I was looking at the progress list of regular class number 11. La Thanh Hoa increased from sixth hundred and thirteenth overall to third hundred and eighty-seventh. It cannot be considered a comeback. It's not like you become a genius overnight. Just finally have a normal classroom. There is a teacher to answer. There are evening self-study hours that cannot be moved at any time. When she came to find me with her scoreboard, she smiled extremely happily. “Vice Principal Van, our class has improved the most.” “I see.” “So can the two newly built self-study rooms be given priority to our class?” I raised my head. The girl was a bit shy. “We have given up the spearhead many times before.” “Now it's fair to compensate a little, right?” I gave her the plan to schedule a self-study room. “The whole school sets a unified schedule.” The smile on La Thanh Hoa's face disappeared in half. “But we have indeed suffered losses.” “So the lessons that were previously occupied have been fully compensated.” “Classroom usage has also returned to normal.” "Having suffered injustice in the past does not mean that you can always be given priority in the future." The girl was a bit dissatisfied. “Previously, the pointed nose class was fine.” “So now it's no longer possible.” “If I steal their privileges and give them to you.” “So this time around I don't have to reform.” “It's just changing a group of people to sit in a separate classroom.” La Thanh Hoa was silent for a moment. Receive scheduling options. “So can we compete in the same time frame as the spearhead class?” "Maybe." “Based on what?” “Application order and actual needs.” “It has nothing to do with rankings?” “K

unrelated.” The girl laughed again. “That's fine.” Before going out the door, she turned around again. “Vice Principal Van.” “When you first arrived, I felt you could only last three days at most.” “What now?” “Now I feel like I can survive the university entrance exam.” I looked at teachers' requests to adjust lessons, parents' complaints, and students' petitions piling up on the table. “Thank you.” “Absolutely no comfort at all.” One month later, the school held the next month's exam. It's still eight thirty in the morning. It's still the same hallway. Exam rooms are no longer arranged by class but randomly assigned. Students holding exam cards line up to enter the room. La Thanh Hoa stood in front. So Hanh stood behind the girl. There is no separate entrance. There is no class monitor to count the class for him. There weren't twenty-five people blocking the door with him. When it was La Thanh Hoa's turn, the supervisor finished checking the information.