Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 10 Opinion
Hu Xiaobei suddenly felt like an eggplant hit by frost, with his head drooping and following Yuan Yuan with heavy steps.

It’s not that I’m worried about being scolded by the head teacher, but if I go to the cafeteria late, I’ll have to wait in line for a long time.

Since he was a child, whenever he saw people queuing up to buy something, no matter how delicious it was, he was too lazy to queue up.

I would rather go when there are fewer people, or buy things from other stores directly.

In places like the school cafeteria where there is no choice, he usually wins by speed. As long as he runs fast enough, he basically doesn't need to queue.

Yuan Yuan frowned slightly and walked in front with a serious face, holding the report card of the last exam behind his back.

Hu Xiaobei glanced at the report card in Yuan Yuan's hand, and a guilty look appeared on his face.

I started to wonder why I was “summoned” this time: Damn it, it can’t be because I did so badly on the test that I’m going to be criticized!

Thinking of this, Hu Xiaobei began to think about how to deal with it.

When I walked into the office, I saw sunlight shining through the window onto the somewhat messy desk.

Several pots of green plants are trying hard to stretch their branches and leaves in the corner, as if seeking a trace of vitality in this tense atmosphere.

Some teachers were correcting homework, some were talking in low voices, and at this moment their eyes all turned to the two people who walked in.

Teacher Yuan Yuan placed the report card on the desk piled with test papers and books, and looked at Hu Xiaobei with a serious expression.

"Hu Xiaobei, the college entrance exam is less than a month away. Look at your results this time. They're so much worse than the last time. It's really not ideal. You need to think carefully about how to study next."

Hu Xiaobei pretended to lower his head, rubbed the corners of his clothes with his hands, and stared at a raised tile on the ground.

After thinking for a while, he took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at Teacher Yuan Yuan with a firm gaze, and said, "Teacher, I know I did very poorly on the exam this time and I'm sorry to disappoint you.

But I promise you that I will study hard in the next month.

I get up early every day to memorize words, do math problems, and carefully review the liberal arts knowledge points.

I will not waste a single minute or a single second. I will give my all for the college entrance exam and I don't want to have any regrets."

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and his clenched fists showed his determination.

In the sunlight, fine beads of sweat seemed to appear on his forehead.

Teacher Yuan Yuan looked into Hu Xiaobei's eyes and saw a seriousness she had never seen before.

She patted Hu Xiaobei on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Xiaobei, I believe in you. You have the potential, you can do it.

In the next month, every effort you make will not be in vain. As long as you make up your mind and really work hard, everything is possible.

From now on, move towards your goal. If you have any questions, you can come to the teacher. Okay, go eat."

Hu Xiaobei nodded vigorously, turned and walked towards the door.

The teachers looked at Hu Xiaobei's back and saw that his steps were firm and powerful, as if he was determined to burn his boats. His slightly straightened spine seemed to be declaring his determination.

With Hu Xiaobei's departure, the atmosphere in the office became more solemn.

Mathematics teacher Li Jianguo frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened like ravines. He spoke first, his voice loud and with a hint of distrust.

"Hu Xiaobei's grades are so bad this time. How much can he change in this month?"

As he spoke, he picked up the math score sheet for the mock exam and shook it vigorously: "Look at his math score, only 45 points, it's a mess!"

There was a hint of worry and dissatisfaction in his eyes, and his bright eyes seemed to be burning with a small flame.

The homeroom teacher, Yuan Yuan, crossed her arms, her expression serious, and explained disapprovingly, "Do you remember when he entered high school as a freshman?"

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly, as if lost in memory. "He was the top student in the school! If it weren't for the huge blow his grandmother passed away in his first year of high school, how could his grades have plummeted?"

Even in my second year of high school, when the classes were divided into arts and science, I was assigned to the worst class.”

Yuan Yuan pushed up the metal half-rimmed glasses on his nose and looked at everyone with a determined gaze: "But later, didn't he still study hard in just over a month and directly break into the top ten of the key class?"

Li Jianguo shook his head. He stood up and paced back and forth in the office with his hands behind his back. His steps were heavy and the sound of his soles rubbing against the ground could be heard with every step.

"But after that, didn't he start slacking off again and stop making progress? I can't say anything else, but his math grades haven't been good in the past two years."

His brows furrowed even more tightly, the muscles on his face were a little tense, and his serious expression seemed to express his dissatisfaction with Hu Xiaobei's math grades.

Chinese teacher Zhang Ya frowned slightly, tapped the table lightly with her slender fingers, and made a slight "tapping" sound as if in rebuttal.

"He still has potential. Look at his Chinese score, which is 133, and it has been very stable, which shows that he has the ability to learn well."

Zhang Ya spoke softly, but her words were sharp, and her eyes shone with wisdom.

"He has the foundation and potential, he just needs to get back into shape. Now that he has the determination, I think... he can do it."

She picked up a small notebook containing the composition Hu Xiaobei had written a few days ago, flipped through a few pages, and pointed at the content.

“Look here, his writing is delicate yet elegant, and has a unique perspective, which is his advantage.

This shows that he is a very independent student. As long as he sets his mind to something, he will do it well.”

Yuan Yuan sighed, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes. She loosened her arms and supported her chin with her hands: "Yes, he has experienced setbacks and proved himself, and he has a very good foundation.

Although my results this time were poor, that was because I only wrote multiple-choice questions in math, English, and liberal arts. There is still a lot of room for improvement.

Especially in math, 45 points is not enough, we have to find a way to make him catch up on his basics, and I hope he can really persevere this time."

She looked at Li Jianguo with a hint of expectation in her eyes, hoping to get his approval.

At this time, Teacher Liu, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up: "His English performance this time is also not ideal. He has never done so badly in English before."

Teacher Liu was looking through the English report card as he spoke, his brows slightly furrowed, a thoughtful look on his face.

Li Jianguo stopped and looked at Teacher Liu: "I said no, you don't even care about the mock exams. Just having a good foundation but a bad study attitude is not enough in just one month.

Yuan Yuan continued, “I think he’s very organized, and he was studying on his own during class today.

Anyway, since he has made up his mind to study hard and has such strong autonomy, we might as well wait and see."

At this moment, Hu Xiaobei, a promising young student who was placed with high hopes, did not look as serious as he did when he responded to the teacher's statement before.

He walked slowly back to the dormitory while recalling what he had learned in the morning.

It’s definitely too late to rush to the cafeteria now. Waiting in line is such a waste of time.

Instead of doing this, it’s better to go back to the dormitory and study first. It’s not too late to come back in half an hour.

This morning's study allowed him to release all his previous accumulation.

It’s like Xiao Zhang who broke through the threshold in the Qiankun Yiqi Bag and achieved great success in martial arts.

From then on, he could learn any martial arts at a glance and master it at a glance.

Hu Xiaobei's English learning is at this stage. What he needs to do next is to deepen and broaden his understanding of grammar and continuously accumulate vocabulary.

From then on, English was no longer a mystery to him. It pointed him in the direction he wanted to improve, and he had complete and absolute control over his learning progress.

(End of this chapter)