Am I destined to be cannon fodder? Unlock the system and lead the motherland

Chapter 91 The top student class is not a garbage recycling station
Yun Ximo's brows were filled with indifference like a small snow mountain. To her, the "Lion's Roar Wave" was almost like the buzzing of a mosquito, not even at the level of a tickle, and she felt nothing at all.

She stared at the two unlucky guys.

You mean sympathy? Haha, in Yun Ximo's dictionary, that thing has long been like the dinosaurs, becoming a prehistoric creature, extinct without a trace! It doesn't exist.

Although these two classmates did not join Lu Yuxuan's "little bully" circle to bully the original owner together.

But in addition to the dirty things they did in private, the two of them bullied the original owner mercilessly.

Especially the behavior of forcing the original owner to complete their homework for them and tearing up the original owner's homework book, they were very good at it. They bullied the original owner so skillfully, as naturally as brushing teeth and washing face every morning. They were so skilled that it made people feel sorry for the original owner for three seconds... Oh no, they also felt sorry for the homework book for three seconds.

"Director, we... really don't know who did it!" The students in the top-scoring class were like a group of frightened quails, shaking their heads like rattles, trying their best to distance themselves from the matter and eager to get out of this mess.

They knew clearly in their hearts that Lu Yuxuan was behind all this, but no one dared to speak out.

Why? Isn't it because Miss Lu's background is as hard as diamond, which can sharpen the blade and easily cut through iron like mud, making people afraid.

In this world, the truth is sometimes like the luxury goods displayed in a window. Although it looks dazzling, it is not easily accessible to everyone.

At this time, a person slowly walked down the stairs from the third floor. It was Passerby A.

His face was as pale as if painted with putty, his eyes darted around like he was having the hiccups, and he was struggling internally: Should I tell you, or not? That was the question!
Finally, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, thinking: It's only a matter of time anyway, so I might as well confess first, and I can also get the reputation of being "brave and responsible".

So, he decided to turn himself in with a trembling voice: "Director, it's me... My hand just slipped and the garbage just... accidentally fell down."

These words are more heroic than a confession!
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked, the students' expressions were wonderful, and a loud noise suddenly sounded all around.

They all looked at him in surprise, some with eyes full of reproach, while others had faces full of disbelief.

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Yun Ximo tilted her head slightly, unable to resist a second glance, her eyes flickering with a glint of "Has this guy taken the wrong medicine?" This Lu Yuxuan's role as a flower protector was a real-life example of "If I don't go to hell, who will?" Sadly, in Miss Lu's eyes, he wasn't even a spare member of the backup team, at best a "transparent cockroach" level existence.

After all, there are so many flower-guarding messengers around Lu Yuxuan that they can form a reinforced company. This person who volunteered to be a cannon fodder probably didn't even reach the threshold of the spare tire team, let alone the tire skin.

The dean's brow furrowed as he sternly said, "Do you know you're breaking the law? If anything goes wrong, can you handle the consequences? Come with me to my office!"

When Passerby A heard this, he immediately became like a deflated ball, with his head and shoulders drooping, and he followed the dean of studies listlessly towards the office.

As for the two students who had been "favored" by the garbage, they were hurriedly helped up by their classmates. They looked utterly miserable, as if they had just struggled out of the mud of the African savannah.

Their clothes were covered with various unidentified objects, and there were a few "inadvertent traces of nature" on their faces - kiss marks left by garbage residue.

Someone hurried back to the top-ranking class to pass on the news, informing Yun Ximo that she had luckily avoided the attack of the garbage.

"She got away with it this time."

Lu Yuxuan sneered, her mind racing with the plan she was about to implement that afternoon. "But she won't be so lucky next time."

Yun Yutong closed her English book, her face calm, her thoughts drifting out the window, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

Principal's office.

Solemn and a little dull, a man sits at a large desk. His face is hidden by glasses, making it difficult to tell his specific age. He is dressed in a professional suit and is concentrating on reviewing the documents in his hands, not missing a single detail.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The door was pushed open and a woman walked in. Her voice was filled with just the right amount of respect: "Hello, Principal Shen."

This woman has an outstanding appearance. Although she looks kind, she gives people an inexplicable feeling of being mean.

She is Ji Yisi, the head teacher of the top-scoring class. She originally taught in the international class, but was transferred to the top-scoring class due to work adjustments. She led the class to achieve remarkable results for two consecutive terms.

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After hearing the voice, Principal Shen slowly put down the document in his hand and picked up another document - Yun Ximo's personal file.

He glanced through it quickly and then closed the document.

"Teacher Ji," Principal Shen said, "I'm considering letting Yun Ximo return to the top student class."

Principal Shen summarized the general situation in a concise and clear manner: this student was suspended for half a year in the second semester of his sophomore year, and was suspended again after being expelled from the top class. This situation is extremely rare.

Qingteng High School has two unique classes - the International Class and the Top Student Class, and there are significant differences in the values ​​of the two.

The former is a direct train to the world, while the latter is a competition among top students.

However, the value of these two is as obvious as diamonds and glass beads.

Faced with the information handed to him by Principal Shen, Ji Yisi not only did not reach out to take it, but did not even glance at it, showing an expression of unwillingness to read it.

"This student has been expelled from the top-ranking class. Principal, don't you know how she got into the top-ranking class in the first place?" Ji Yisi's tone suddenly slowed down, without any fear. "I almost forgot that you are the new principal. You don't know the situation here very well and don't know the inside story. To tell you the truth, with her previous grades, she is not qualified to be in the top-ranking class. If it weren't for her aunt's relationship, she would not be qualified to enter the top-ranking class at all. Not to mention that she also has bad behaviors such as fighting and truancy. If we don't expel such a student, do we have to keep her to corrupt the school's atmosphere? Throw this hot potato back to you. The top-ranking class is not a scrap collection station." After that, she deliberately stomped her high heels to add rhythm to her dissatisfaction.

"Teacher Ji, please watch your wording." Principal Shen frowned and reminded.

At this time, the knock on the principal's office door sounded again.

Then, the door slowly opened and the dean of studies came in, delivering documents to the principal.

Then, the Dean of Studies pushed open the door and walked in steadily. It was obvious that he had heard Ji Yisi's words outside and had objections to them.

The principal knew that Yun Ximo, the girl who was stopped at the school gate this morning and handed him a certificate of readmission, wanted her to continue to return to the top class.

"Teacher Ji," the Dean's voice was steady and powerful. He looked directly at Ji Yisi and said seriously, "I think you've probably forgotten that Yun Ximo was able to enter the top-ranked class not because of her aunt's influence and connections, but because of her own strength, winning the gold medal in the Youth Science and Technology Innovation Competition. This is an indisputable fact, and we must face it."

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The Dean of Studies paused, then emphasized, "I completely understand your position and concerns as a class teacher. However, no matter what prejudice or resistance you may harbor toward this student, it cannot be used as a pretext to distort the facts or negate her achievements. As teachers, we should lead by example and respect the efforts and achievements of every student, rather than discriminating based on personal likes and dislikes."

Ji Yisi's goal is to enter the top high school in Mingjing. Although she has graduated from a prestigious school, she is still inexperienced.

As a key teacher at the municipal level, she has long been working hard in the field of education and has gained countless recognition and respect.

However, this is just the beginning.

Her goal is to become a provincial key teacher and use this as capital to change jobs.

Because of this, she volunteered to transfer from the international class to the top student class.

Ji Yisi would never tolerate Yun Ximo, a problem student with a long history of bad deeds, to return to the top class and let a small stone trip him on the road to glory?

Is it possible? Absolutely not.

After all, Ji Yisi used Qingteng High School as a springboard, so she had to take every step steadily and without any mistakes.

"Youth Science and Technology Innovation Award? Humph, what's the use? Is there a question like 'How to assemble a robot' in the college entrance examination? No, instead of focusing on learning core theories, they pursue these fancy awards. No wonder their academic performance is unsatisfactory. Students like this lower the average score of our class." Ji Yisi said with disdain.

"Technology is useless? Technology is useless?" The dean repeated this with some emphasis in his tone. His face instantly became uglier than the failed experiment. After all, he was originally a scientific researcher.

Ji Yisi's remarks obviously touched upon his minefield.

Even Principal Shen, who was standing by, frowned when he heard this.

When recruiting, who is the "discerning" person who recruits such people?

The Dean's gaze paused slightly, and he warned, "Teacher Ji, please be mindful of your language. Imagine if there were no technology, your phone would be nothing more than a useless slate, good only for cracking walnuts."

"Don't be so wishful thinking. She may not want to go back to the top class. She has her own ideas. The parallel class is more suitable for her." Ji Yisi raised her eyelids lazily, and her red lips curled up into a smile, as if to measure the credibility of her words. She obviously didn't believe it, and her voice was neither cold nor warm. "Who would give up the advantages of the top class and choose the parallel class? This is simply ridiculous."

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"Teacher Ji, sometimes you have to broaden your horizons. Who knows, one day, the top student may be overtaken by a parallel class." The principal's words were both subtle and powerful. The implication was: Although the top student class is excellent, one should not be complacent, because there are also hidden talents in the parallel classes.

After hearing this, Ji Yisi looked at the dean in disbelief: "Are you kidding? The poor performance of the parallel class can surpass the top class? It's simply a foolish dream."

Principal Shen made a phone call and asked Teacher He Kexin to bring Yun Ximo to his office.

The Dean's face remained calm, but his tone was questioning. "Teacher Ji, from your perspective, do students who don't make it to the top-scoring class lose the right to take the college entrance exam and continue their studies? Should they just give up studying and switch to mushroom farming?"

Ji Yisi was about to open his mouth to refute, with disdain in his eyes.

She glanced at the dean with contempt and secretly compared herself with him in her heart.

The other person only graduated from an ordinary university, which was far inferior to her who graduated from a prestigious university. He was of the same age as her, but had already won the title of national key teacher for many years, while she only won the honor of municipal key teacher last year.

But compared with the position of the principal, this seems not important enough and is far from enough.

In her opinion, the honor of national backbone teacher did not seem to be fully utilized in the hands of this principal. What use was there for him to use his talents in Dongcheng, a small southern city?
Thinking of this, Ji Yisi couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. If he could also obtain the title of national backbone teacher, he would probably have stepped into the university lecture hall long ago.

Thinking of this, the feeling of injustice in her heart immediately disappeared.

The dean of studies actually knew all about Ji Yisi's little thoughts, and he was not completely unaware of them.

When Ji Yisi's behavior had not crossed the line and had not deteriorated to the point where it could not be tolerated, he adopted a tolerant attitude, turning a blind eye to some of her small actions and giving her a certain degree of autonomy and leniency.

This tolerance does not mean letting things go their own way. Instead, he hopes that Ji Yisi can awaken and correct himself within a moderate degree of freedom.

People like Ji Yisi, who lack the necessary respect for learning, have a contemptuous attitude towards students in parallel classes, and are even frequently late for class, and each time they are late, they can make up all kinds of bizarre and ridiculous reasons.

How did he pass the strict screening of the previous school recruitment team and successfully enter Qingteng High School?

Ji Yisi's behavior is undoubtedly a contempt for school rules and regulations, and a huge waste of educational resources.

Her disdain for the "stupidity" of students in the parallel class is not worth her attention. This arrogance and prejudice not only tramples on the students' dignity, but also highlights her own lack of cultivation.

Her deliberate lateness in class showed extreme disrespect for other people's time and seriously disrupted the normal teaching process.

In the teacher's office on the third floor of the senior high school building, the sunlight lazily shines through the half-open curtains and onto the table piled with test papers. The light seems to be infected by the tense atmosphere in the room.

With her unique bookish air and kind face, He Kexin read Yun Ximo's documents for returning to school, and then turned her eyes gently to this student who had been away from campus life for a long time.

(End of this chapter)