Chapter 5 — Pointed Hat Class Contest

The parents behind spoke up one after another. “You are hating good students!” “Elite children should receive more resources!” “So Hanh has raised the learning atmosphere of the class!” “Without those children, would this school still be considered a key school?” After listening, I picked up the newly printed schedule. “The advanced training class of the spearhead class does not lack a single lesson.” "Exam tutoring for good students does not move for a single period." “Teachers' profiles have not decreased.” “What was confiscated was the monopolized public classroom.” “What is canceled is the right to use the exam period to decide whether teachers should stay or leave.” “If that is also called hating excellence, then your definition of excellence is a bit fragile.” So's mother was so angry that her face turned blue. "Okay." “If you're determined, we won't waste any time.” She took out six folders of documents from her bag. “This is a letter of intent to transfer from six students.” “Not an application.” “But the final announcement.” She pushed the documents in front of me. "Before the inter-school exam in ten days, if you don't restore Diep Mien's performance, don't replace Bach Tung, and don't return the classroom to the key class." “These six letters of intent will turn into official applications.” “Until then, I hope you can still sit here and talk fairly.” Six parts. Just cleverly hitting the red limit the board of directors set for me. No more than one portion. Not less than a portion. It seems that So Hanh doesn't just know how to take exams. I also know very well how many people a vice principal is worth. I picked up the top file. The first sheet is So Hanh. The remaining five were all in the top twenty of the block. Mother So thought I was finally nervous. She sat down across from me and softened her voice. “Vice Principal Van, no one wants to make a big deal out of it.” “I canceled the absence record today, then expressed my apologies to the children.” “We can pretend like nothing ever happened.” I looked at her. “You said it wrong.” “It happened, why should we pretend it never happened?” “They were absent from the exam.” “The blank test has appeared.” “Teachers were intimidated.” “The entrance to the exam room has been blocked.” “Normal students' exam materials almost couldn't be included.” "Not handling these matters is called making a big deal out of it." Mother So looked at me for a few seconds, picked up her bag and stood up. "Okay." “Then see you in ten days.” The parents followed her and left. At the door, she turned to look at me. "Right." “So Hanh asked me to pass on your message.” “Today is just the monthly exam.” “Ten days later is the city-wide inter-school exam.” The door closes. The head of the educational department looked at the six papers expressing his intention on the table, his voice weakened. “Vice Principal Van, what should we do now?” I turned to the last page of the new schedule and signed my name. “Just hand out the schedule first.” “But the spearhead class…” “Will it cause trouble?” "Sure." I gave him the documents. “Then tell them to change the game.” “I used the exam today.” “If you reuse it, the enjoyment is too low.” At four o'clock in the afternoon, the new timetable was officially announced. At five minutes past four, the homeroom teacher of the key class called. There was complete collapse in his voice. “Vice Principal Van, please come here quickly.” “So Hanh led the whole class to refuse to be on duty.” “They even threw all the brooms into the regular classroom door.” I looked out the window. Downstairs, several regular class students were holding a pile of cleaning supplies, standing confused in the hallway. On the top floor of the school building, the key classroom windows were closed. Air conditioner turned on at full capacity. Very good. It seems that they don't just feel that their scores are more expensive than others. Even the trash we create has value in raising the university admission rate higher. When I reached the top floor, regular class students were still standing outside the door holding brooms. In the spearhead class, twenty-six people sat peacefully. Air conditioning twenty-two degrees. The curtains are half drawn. On the table are exam questions, coffee and cut fruit. People who don't know would think that they weren't a collective group just now, but had just attended a high-level academic seminar and were taking a tea break. There is a lot of trash on the ground. Water bottles, food wrappers, etc

Yes, scrap paper, and a few boxes of takeaway food that haven't been eaten yet. The homeroom teacher of the key class, Tran Tue, stood on the podium, so impatient that his head was sweating. Seeing me, she immediately walked over. “Vice Principal Van, you're finally here.” “It's not that the kids don't want to be on duty.” "Mainly the inter-school exam is coming up, their time is very tight." I looked at the duty roster at the back of the class. The eight people on duty today were all present in class, including So Hanh. “So why is the broom at the regular classroom door?” Tran Tue's voice became lower. “Before, it was always the regular class number 11 that helped.” I turned my head to look at the hallway. La Thanh Hoa was also there. In her hands, she held two mops, and the cuffs of her uniform were already wet. “Why does your class have to help?” The girl looked at Tran Tue, then at So Hanh. “Because our class is near the water room.” I nodded. “The spearhead is closer to the trash can.”