Chapter 2 — Pointed Hat Class Contest

“You have two hours and forty-five minutes left. You can slowly design a way to make me regret it.” “But before the exam ends, don't continue to influence the people inside.” Having finished speaking, I turned around and left. As soon as I reached the stairs, my phone vibrated frantically. Parents group complained. Principal's office. Secretary of the board of directors. The person in charge of the twelfth grade of the d.c. education group. One person after another. In less than five minutes, I received twenty-six complaint emails with shockingly similar content. The sentences are neat, the punctuation is consistent, even the sentence "seriously damaging the self-esteem of excellent students" is in the same paragraph. The performance of the spearhead layer is indeed very high. The exam hall can also conveniently practice group writing. I was about to return to the office when Khau Chi Thanh chased after me. “Vice Principal Van, the board of directors requests an immediate meeting.” His expression was unsightly, as if he had just learned that the university exam did not test people skills. "The parents of six students have declared that if the school does not cancel the absence record, they will officially carry out transfer procedures." My steps stopped. This school gave me a three-month probationary period. The board of directors hired me to regulate the twelfth grade, but the contract also clearly stated. During the probationary period, if management behavior causes six or more key students to leave the school, the position will be immediately terminated. Today is my first day in office. I was only six letters away from being fired. In the meeting room, the board secretary placed the deadline on the table. The city-level inter-school exam is in ten days. If So Hanh and the others refuse to take the exam again, or if six people officially transfer schools before then, I will have to pack up and leave. The secretary pushed her glasses. “Vice Principal Van, the board of directors hopes that you prioritize stability.” “When necessary, you can proactively show goodwill to students first.” I looked at the treatment proposal on the table. Cancel exam absence records. Restore Diep Mien's achievements. Temporarily move Bach Tung elsewhere. Three things. Exactly the three conditions given by So Hanh. I laughed. It turned out that just now, what was blocking the hallway was not just twenty-six students. But there's also an office building. I picked up the proposal and read it from beginning to end. The secretary of the board of directors, surnamed Phung, over forty years old, always speaks firmly, without tilt or deviation. It seems that even if the sky falls, he must confirm in advance whether the collapse procedure is in accordance with the company charter or not. “Vice Principal Van, this does not count as compromise.” “It's just to temporarily soothe the students' emotions.” I point to the first one. “What is it called to cancel records of absences from exams?” “Humane treatment.” “Second, what about restoring the normal score for a blank exam?” “Integrative Review.” “Third thing, did the transferred teacher grade correctly?” Secretary Phung stopped for two seconds. “Optimizing the teacher-student relationship.” I was so happy. No wonder this school's university admission rate is so high. Literature is taught very well. Surrendering is called appeasement. Editing points is called synthesis. Sacrificing a teacher who has no support is called optimization. As long as it's packaged nicely enough, even the school rules that are pushed to the ground and rubbed by others can be written and grown up together at the same time. Khau Chi Thanh sat opposite me, constantly blinking and signaling. Eyes blinked like a flickering hallway light. “Vice Principal Van, the board of directors also works for the overall situation.” “So Hanh is not an ordinary student.” "In the last city-wide exam, he got seven hundred and twelve points. Of the remaining twenty-five people, seventeen were in the top fifty of the grade." “If you really do it to the point of having to change schools, it won't benefit anyone.” I put down the documents. “Where is Diep Mien's Math exam?” Secretary Phung frowned. “Now we are discussing the issue of student stabilization.” “So don't bring it.” I told Bach Tung to bring the exam papers. Ten minutes later, one ticket was answered

put on the meeting table. Full name and registration number are filled in completely. The multiple choice section is not colored. The essay area is pure white. So clean that it can be given to art students to practice sketching. I pushed the answer sheet in front of Secretary Phung. “Excuse me, how many points is this test worth?” He didn't answer. "If you get a hundred and ten on a normal day, and today you get a hundred and ten when you submit a blank paper, so next time you don't need to print the question paper anymore." “Every student entering the door reports the highest score in history, and the supervisor in charge records it.” “It saves paper and ink, and also protects students' self-esteem.” Khau Chi Thanh lowered his voice. “Vice Principal Van, Diep Mien did not intentionally hand in a blank paper.” Bach Tung stood at the door of the meeting room. “I asked her.” "She said the other day she had an argument with So Hanh, and when it was time for the exam, she didn't want to write." The meeting room was silent. I looked at Khau Chi Thanh. “This is called an unhealthy body?” His expression was a bit confused.