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Chapter 2990 The Pace of Fast and Slow!
Yu Huai smiled and shook his head, saying, "That's right, we were deskmates for half a year. After we came to high school, you separated us."

Since Yu Huai had already said that, Zhang Ping couldn't very well refuse. However, as a new teacher, he completely forgot that there was a rule that this kind of thing shouldn't be started, because once it started, it would be hard to stop.

After Wang Yue and Yu Huai started, the other students also began to find Zhang Ping to form their own groups. In the end, Wang Yue and Yu Huai sat in the last row corner, with Geng Geng and Beta in front of them, and Jiang Niannian and Zheng Yamin in front of them.

Geng Geng was very satisfied with this arrangement. She felt that this way, there would be no awkwardness of sitting next to each other, and she could discuss any problems with Wang Yue.

So, whenever they had time, Wang Yue and Geng Geng would discuss photography techniques.

Beta, being a poor student, didn't have any objections to this and even listened with great interest. She felt that photography was quite novel to her, and a few days later she bought one to play with.

Seeing Beta playing along foolishly, Yu Huai couldn't help but remind him.

"Beta, Geng Geng, and Wang Yue, one of them only studied for half a year in the third year of junior high school and got into Zhenhua High School. The other is preparing for the art exam and only scored 300 points in the college entrance exam."

What about you? Are you also preparing for the art college entrance exam?

After hearing Yu Huai's words, Beta finally realized what he meant, but when she looked at the camera in her hand, she was still a little reluctant to part with it.

So Beta said uncertainly, "I'm going to take the college entrance exam in Beijing. With the teaching quality of our school, even if I'm at the bottom, I should still be able to get into a decent undergraduate program, right?"

Yu Huai was speechless. He had to admit that it was indeed true.

Given the intense competition among students across four provinces and Zhenhua High School's annual undergraduate admission rate, even the lowest-achieving students wouldn't have very bad grades.

If Beta uses the study habits he learned at Zhenhua High School to compete with students of the same level in Beijing, he won't have a chance at Tsinghua or Peking University. Getting into an undergraduate school will be a piece of cake for him.

Thinking of this, Yu Huai suddenly became dejected!
So, the clown only has himself!

Yu Huai was already feeling down when, at that moment, the back door was suddenly kicked open.

Everyone turned around and saw Lu Xinghe from Class 2 carrying a table as he walked in, heading straight to sit down behind Wang Yue.

Just as Lu Xinghe was about to put the table down, Wang Yue's chair suddenly slid backward, blocking the spot where Lu Xinghe would put it down.

Lu Xinghe couldn't help but frown and asked unhappily, "Wang Yue, what are you doing?"

Wang Yue said with dissatisfaction, "Didn't you see all this stuff behind me? You've taken up the space behind me, where am I supposed to put my things?"

Lu Xinghe then noticed that the cabinet behind Wang Yue was filled with basketballs, footballs, and even ping-pong balls, badminton shuttlecocks, and of course, Go sets.

This is practically a mini equipment room!

Seeing this, Lu Xinghe couldn't help but ask uncertainly, "Old Wang, don't tell me you're sitting in the back just to put your things there."

"Of course!"

Wang Yue did not deny this, and said matter-of-factly, "Yes, otherwise why would I sit in this corner instead of sitting directly by the back door, since it's more convenient to go out from there."

Although Lu Xinghe had a bad temper, he was still quite reasonable. He reluctantly moved the table behind Yu Huai's classmate to the right.

After seeing that Lu Xinghe had made the arrangements, Geng Geng asked, still puzzled,

"Lu Xinghe, you finally got into Class 2, why did you suddenly move here?"

Lu Xinghe shook his head and said helplessly, "I didn't want to either, but our teacher insisted on seating according to his requirements. It was so frustrating, so I decided to switch sides."

Wang Yue gave Lu Xinghe a thumbs-up and said with great appreciation,

"Dude, you're a true warrior!"

Yu Huai was surprised that Wang Yue would praise the newcomer so much. He was just about to ask Wang Yue if he knew him when he saw Zhang Feng, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, come into the classroom with math materials.

Because Lu Xinghe had made such a commotion earlier, attracting the attention of the entire class and making the classroom unusually quiet, every word Lu Xinghe had said had reached Teacher Zhang Feng's ears.

"Pfft~!"

Yu Huai wanted to laugh, but he didn't. However, Geng Geng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zhang Feng was already upset after being openly contradicted by a classmate and now being spoken ill of, when he suddenly heard someone laughing as he entered the room. He immediately asked seriously...
"That girl who was laughing just now, do you have a problem with me?"

Geng Geng never expected that a light laugh would cause such a disaster. She immediately lowered her head like an ostrich, muttering to herself.

"You can't see me! You can't see me! It's not me! It's not me!"

Wang Yue was amused by Geng Geng!
However, Wang Yue admired Geng Geng quite a bit. It was rare for a girl whose parents had been divorced for so long to still have such a cheerful and lovely personality.

There's a saying that children from poor families mature early. But this "poor" refers not only to economic hardship but also significantly to family circumstances. Children from happy families often mature a little later than those from impoverished backgrounds.

Geng Geng is clearly not very mature yet, which shows that although her parents are divorced, they still love her very much.

Of course, Wang Yue understood that most of this care came from Geng Weimin, which showed how competent Geng Weimin was as a father.

Zhang Feng certainly wouldn't hold a grudge against Geng Geng, since Geng Geng hadn't done it on purpose. He just glared at Lu Xinghe and immediately started lecturing.

As the homeroom teacher of the accelerated class, Mr. Zhang Feng's teaching speed is basically based on that of the accelerated class, so many students in the regular class cannot understand his lectures.

Wang Yue noticed that many of his classmates were frowning and looking distressed. Geng Geng looked the worst; her pained expression clearly showed that she hadn't understood a single word.

Wang Yue was genuinely worried that if Geng Geng took the art exam at his suggestion, she might not even score 300 points in the end. In that case, the responsibility for Geng Geng not being able to go to university would fall entirely on his own shoulders.

Teacher Zhang Feng didn't realize this at all. After explaining the problem, he looked at the students and asked,

"Do you all understand?"

Many students were afraid of Mr. Zhang Feng's authority and wanted to ask questions, but they didn't dare to speak up.

Wang Yue didn't care at all; he simply raised his hand!

Teacher Zhang Feng couldn't help but frown. He felt that it was impossible for Wang Yue, one of the top 20 students in the grade, not to understand.

He felt that Wang Yue was being completely provocative, so he asked rather unhappily,
"Wang Yue, you don't understand either?"

Wang Yue stood up from his chair and said calmly, "Teacher, you are the homeroom teacher of the fast class. The students in the fast class must have understood your lectures at that speed."

Of course I understood, but many students in our class didn't. Could you please speak a little slower? Otherwise, many students won't be able to keep up.

When the students in the class heard what Wang Yue said, they couldn't help but look at him with gratitude.

As the class monitor, Xu Yanliang was familiar with everyone's situation. Seeing that Wang Yue had started, he quickly added,
"Teacher Zhang, Wang Yue is right. Our class's average score in the last exam was much lower than your class's, with math being the worst performing subject."

"Look, we can't keep up with your pace. Could you slow down a bit when you're with us?"

Lin Feng frowned after hearing this. He wanted to say that Wang Yue's lecture was not fast, but he also noticed the expressions of the students below, who were clearly relieved after Wang Yue finished speaking.

Therefore, it is clear that what Wang Yue and Xu Yanliang said may be very true; students in the slower classes may indeed be unable to keep up with the pace.

So, Teacher Zhang Feng nodded and said, "How about this, you class leaders, please take stock of which parts of the lesson you didn't understand, and I'll find some time to give you a make-up lesson later."

But I can't slow down the pace of the lectures, otherwise the advanced classes will be waiting for you.

Wang Yue understood, of course. After all, a person's energy is limited. If the pace of the two classes is different, it will be very energy-consuming. Moreover, Teacher Zhang Feng does not only teach these two classes.

Of course, the situation faced by Class 5 is also the situation faced by other classes, and Teacher Zhang Feng has ways to solve it.

For example, taking over class time!
Moreover, the students in the slower classes are not only struggling to keep up with the pace in math, but also in physics and chemistry.

However, after entering high school, Zhenhua High School only offers one physical education and art class per week.

Just as the whole class was initially happy because the teacher slowed down the pace, they were immediately dampened by the sudden change in the class.

Sure enough, on Friday, everyone had prepared their art supplies for art class, but when class started, the homeroom teacher, Zhang Ping, walked in.

Lu Xinghe loved art the most and was originally planning to show off his skills, but when he saw Zhang Ping coming over with his physics lesson plan, he asked somewhat uncertainly,

"Teacher Zhang, this is art class!"

Zhang Ping had a rather easygoing personality. He put his lesson plan on the table, smiled, and looked at everyone, saying...

"Um, what if I told you your art teacher is sick? Would you not believe me?"

"Teacher, that's a ridiculous reason!"

Lu Xinghe was annoyed by this reason and retorted very bluntly, "We're not stupid."

Seeing that most of the students in the class were calm, with only a few clearly restless, Zhang Ping smiled and said...

"Actually, it's because the fast and slow classes can't keep up. I've looked into it, and the only solution we teachers can use is to teach other classes to explain the parts you don't understand again."

So, your art classes might be frequently taken up by other classes, and even physical education classes might be taken up!

(End of this chapter)