Chapter 6 — Pointed Hat Class Contest

“Why don't they conveniently dump the entire building's trash?” La Thanh Hoa pursed her lips, not daring to smile. Tran Tue's face was a bit unsightly. “Vice Principal Van, these are all classes helping each other.” “When regular class No. 11 was on duty, students from our class also helped them.” "Conducive?" She choked on her words. So Hanh sat in the front row, turning a page of exam questions. “Miss Tran, no need to explain.” “I told them to put the equipment at the door of regular classroom number 11.” I entered the classroom. "Reason." “Our time is faster than theirs.” He said it as a matter of course. “On duty once a week, twenty minutes at most.” “Twenty-six people, twenty minutes each, five hundred and twenty minutes total.” So Hanh raised his head. “If you use these five hundred and twenty minutes to do homework, the value created will be higher than cleaning.” Truly a Math genius. Even lazy people know how to use total numbers to scare people. I looked around the classroom. “So do you guys eat rice every day?” No one answered. “Do you have a bath?” “Are you sleeping?” “Do you talk, look at your phone, or have sex?” Diep Mien's face changed. So Hanh frowned. “These things are not related to studying.” “Being on duty is also not related to your studies.” “But it has to do with the trash you guys throw all over the ground.” I bent down to pick up an empty water bottle. The bottle is still labeled with So Hanh's name. The school is afraid that good students will get the wrong water, even the drinks have specialized people to distribute them. The level of care is no different from an intensive care unit. Unfortunately, if the care is too meticulous, even the limbs are about to be bred to degenerate. I put the water bottle back on So Hanh's table. “Created by you.” “I'll handle it.” So Hanh did not move. "Vice principal Van, now you're forcing us to clean up together to prove there's no difference between normal students and good students?" “Of course there is a difference.” I said. “Their trash is in our classroom.” “Your trash wants someone else to handle it.” Someone at the back of the class burst out laughing. So Hanh turned around. The laughter immediately disappeared. I see it. This morning a male student wearing glasses asked if he could enter the exam room first. His name is Hua Xuyen, ranked sixteenth in the entire grade. His name was not included in the six papers expressing his intention to transfer schools. Followed Thi Thi, but didn't really intend to change schools. Twenty-six people seem to be in agreement, but their thoughts may not be the same. “Vice Principal Van.” Tran Tue advised again. “Or let's skip it first today.” “There are only ten days left until the inter-school exam, let's keep them in good shape.” I asked her: "Don't regular classes have to take inter-school exams?" “That's right.” “The status of regular class students is not important?” “I didn't mean that.” “So what do you mean?” She was completely silent. I looked at So Hanh. “Give you two options.” “First, clean up today according to the duty board.” “Second, continue to refuse.” "But before completing your class's community service, temporarily suspend the key class's right to use the private self-study room." Tran Tue suddenly raised his head. “Vice Principal Van, the children have to use the study room at night!” “The school still has a public self-study room.” “But the public self-study room is crowded and the environment is also noisy.” "When regular class number 11 and another regular class had more than a hundred people sharing a large room, no one felt sorry for them." Department of Hanh closed the exam. “You are using teaching resources to punish us.” "Wrong." “Private self-study rooms are not your fixed assets.” "If you don't want to bear public obligations, don't continue to monopolize public resources." “The logic is fair.” So Hanh looked at me. “What if we still don't clean up?” “Tomorrow that classroom will be assigned to regular class number 11.” The regular class students in the hallway were stunned. Tran Tue was also impatient. “Vice Principal Van, classroom adjustments cannot be so arbitrary!” “The timetable has been distributed.” “From tomorrow, that room has been revoked.” “Now just tell them that before they finish their duty, don't go there tonight.” So Hanh's face finally sank. Maybe you

I thought the classroom confiscation was just a bargaining chip I used to scare parents. I didn't expect I would actually do it. “Everyone continues to do their homework.” He opened the exam again. “Don't waste time.” Twenty-five people bowed their heads. No one held a broom. I don't advise either. I turned to La Thanh Hoa and said: "Put down the tools." “Whoever creates trash today will deal with it.” La Thanh Hoa hesitated. “So check the hygiene of our class…” “The hygiene of the key class is not satisfactory, why are points deducted from your class?” "If there's anyone else like this in the future, tell the homeroom teacher to come find me with the test sheet." Students in the regular class immediately put down their tools. The movement was as quick as just removing a debt passed down from the ancestors from one's shoulders. I called the logistics department and temporarily blocked access to the private self-study room of the key class. Tell someone to push the trash can in the hallway to the classroom door.