Hokage, no one knows better than me how to cultivate talent.

Chapter 114 It's all Fujino Daikuma's fault

Everyone was already used to seeing Xiao Li huddled in a corner doing push-ups.

Anyway, he was training quietly in the corner, not bothering anyone, and no one cared what he was doing.

Not everyone is like Takeshi Gouda, constantly finding fault with everything and everyone.

"Xiao Li, the exam starts in half an hour, so stop doing push-ups." Tian Tian walked into the classroom, put her backpack on her seat, turned around, and advised Xiao Li, who was sweating profusely while doing push-ups on the empty floor in the back corner of the classroom, "In this time, you might as well read a book. Maybe you'll get lucky and encounter a few familiar questions on the exam."

"It's okay," Xiao Li replied while doing push-ups. "I studied for an hour this morning, and I think I should be able to pass the exam."

"Xiao Li, when did you learn to talk big?" A boy next to him couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He turned around and looked at Xiao Li with disbelief on his face.

It was a fact that everyone in the class knew that Xiao Li's grades in theory classes were worse than his grades in ninjutsu and combat classes.

Five years into his enrollment, let alone passing, his average score has consistently hovered below 20 points, placing him firmly at the bottom of his grade.

For someone who has been at the bottom of the class for years to suddenly say that they feel they can pass is a joke that doesn't sound funny to anyone.

"I wasn't exaggerating." Xiao Li stopped doing push-ups, placed his hands on the ground, raised his head, and looked serious. "I really feel like I can pass this time."

During this period, under the training of Teacher Qiushui, he had to complete at least three hundred practice questions every day. In addition to theoretical exams and practical exercises, his knowledge reserves and learning habits have made a qualitative leap.

He passed most of the subjects in the mock exams that Teacher Shuimu conducted last week.

Since Xiao Li didn't think it was a formal exam, and since no one usually asked him how many points he got, he didn't tell his classmates about it.

It was when Teacher Shuimu talked to him after the exam and told him to just take the exam normally and not to cheat.

Although Xiao Li tried his best to explain that he hadn't done it, Shui Mu nodded and said he believed him.

But Xiao Li felt that Shuimu wasn't as sincere as Qiushui, and seemed to be just going through the motions.

This made Xiao Li feel a bit wronged.

I also decided to get a good grade in this final exam to prove my innocence.

The boy still looked unconvinced, shook his head, turned away, and said nothing more.

As one of Xiao Li's few friends, Tian Tian has always been concerned about this friend who works hard but hasn't achieved much.

Normally, she would definitely speak up for Xiao Li.

But this time, she opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Of course, she hoped that what Xiao Li said was true, but she knew Xiao Li's grades better than anyone else.

Tian Tian's impression of Xiao Li didn't change because of his lie. Lying occasionally is normal, and she often lies to her parents as well.

"Xiao Li, maybe you shouldn't practice anymore," Tian Tian continued to persuade him. "Tian Wu and the others will be here soon."

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Although Gouda Takeshi disapproved of Lee training in class last time, and was unexpectedly taught a lesson by Hyuga Neji, they did not become much more restrained as a result.

During breaks between classes each day, they would still mock and ridicule Xiao Li, occasionally throwing a can or a stone at him, treating bullying Xiao Li as a daily pastime.

"It's nothing." Xiao Li started doing push-ups again, bending and pushing up his arms repeatedly, replying without even looking up.

On the path of youth, misunderstandings and various obstacles are inevitable.

In his eyes, these were all just part of his youth.

Since it's part of youth, accept it gracefully and move on.

Seeing Xiao Li's "oblivious to everything else and only focused on doing push-ups" attitude every day, I sighed, turned away, and stopped trying to persuade him.

Sometimes she really felt that Xiao Li was pretty good in every way except for his poor grades, but his stubbornness was just too much of a headache.

At 8:15, the sound of unhurried footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Qiu Shui got up from her workstation in the office, picked up the test paper bag that had been prepared on the table, and walked towards the classroom of Class 1, Grade 5.

Walking next to him was Shui Mu, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 5.

For this final exam, Qiu Shui was not assigned to proctor her own fourth-grade class, but was instead assigned to proctor the fifth-grade class together with Shui Mu.

Shui Mu stood ramrod straight, walked with a steady gait, her chin slightly raised, and a calm, confident smile playing on her lips.

He had long heard that Qiu Shui was popular among the students, but he had never actually seen him.

To be honest, he was somewhat skeptical.

How popular can a newcomer who has only been with the company for a little over two months really be?

If it were Qiu Shui proctoring an exam with another class, Shui Mu felt that he might indeed be outmatched.

After all, Qiu Shui's teaching methods were indeed effective, he admitted that.

But this time is different.

This time it's on his own turf.

He taught Class 1, Grade 5 for five whole years.

Five years.

More than 1,800 days and nights.

The bond, understanding, and trust between him and these students are far beyond what a new teacher who has only been there for two months can compare to.

He believed that no matter what, Qiu Shui could never be more popular than him in this class.

That's just how confident he is.

To avoid Qiu Shui stealing the spotlight, Shui Mu entered the classroom first.

"Mr. Shuimu..."

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"? Teacher Qiushui?"

I don't know who shouted it first, but the voice came from the back of the classroom.

Immediately afterwards, as if a fuse had been lit, a chorus of greetings erupted from every corner of the classroom.

"Hello, Professor Qiushui!"

"Ms. Qiushui, are you coming to proctor our exam?"

"Very good!"

The students waved enthusiastically to Qiu Shui, some even leaning halfway out of their seats.

"Hello, Teacher Qiushui." Xiao Li stood up from his seat and shouted loudly.

His voice was so loud that it instantly drowned out everyone else in the classroom.

Qiu Shui smiled gently and nodded to every student who greeted him, occasionally whispering a few words to one or two students who were nearby.

Shui Mu stood at the classroom door, his face extremely grim.

No one greeted "Hello, Teacher Shuimu".

not a single one.

The students he had mentored over the past five years were now busily greeting Qiu Shui, their eyes and attention completely drawn to him, as if he, Shui Mu, was just a stranger standing at the door, an insignificant background figure.

Shui Mu took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed her surging emotions.

A smile returned to his face, though it looked somewhat forced.

He walked to the front of the classroom, placed the bag of test papers on the table with a dull thud.

What exactly is the basis for Kitagawa Akisui's reputation?

Shuimu really couldn't understand it.

Why is he more popular than me even though he only occasionally substitutes for the fifth grade class?

It's all Fujino Daikuma's fault.

If he hadn't asked Qiu Shui to substitute for him...

How could Qiu Shui be more popular than herself in Class 1 of Grade 5?

Mizuki wished he could hang Fujino Daikuma up and whip him a few times.

"Mr. Mizuki, you're here too?" a student suddenly exclaimed.

This statement is nothing short of a critical hit.

Shuimu's heart was completely broken.

But since he couldn't show it, he could only offer a kind smile.

Why is Teacher Shuimu smiling so strangely?

It's kind of scary.

The students couldn't help but think as they saw Shui Mu's smiling face.

After all, Shui Mu was the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 5. Qiu Shui did not overstep her bounds, nor did she remind the students of various precautions during the exam period as she had done in Class 1, Grade 4.

He simply stood quietly to the side, leaving the podium and the area in front of it to Shuimu.

Fifteen minutes later, the exam bell rang.

Mizuki stood up straight, cleared his throat, and announced in a loud voice, "The theory exam is now beginning. Please put away anything unrelated to the exam, remain quiet, and answer the questions carefully."

Qiu Shui and Shui Mu walked down the corridor together, one on the left and one on the right, handing out the test papers to the students one by one.

After distributing the test papers, the two began to take turns patrolling.

Qiu Shui walks in the two rows on the left, and Shui Mu walks in the two rows on the right, alternating between them.

This was Qiu Shui's first time proctoring an exam for Class 1, Grade 5.

As he walked past each row of seats, his gaze would casually sweep over the students' exam papers to see how they answered the questions.

He found that the students in this class were indeed quite good overall.

Most people were working on the questions seriously, occasionally pausing to think for a moment before continuing to write.

He glanced at the answers and found that most of them were correct.

Shuimu is like a lion surveying its territory.

He walked up to the podium, sat down next to Qiu Shui, turned his head, and asked in a low voice, "Qiu Shui, how did the students in Class 1 of the fifth grade do on their exams?"

He had proctored many classes, and during each exam, the students were either scratching their heads or looking worried; very few could sit down quietly and answer the questions seriously.

The atmosphere in Class 1 of Grade 5, where the vast majority of students looked serious, is quite rare across all grades.

He has every right to be proud of that.

"It's really good," Qiu Shui said honestly.

Although Shui Mu has many flaws in his personality and behavior, it must be admitted that he is indeed quite capable as a teacher.

Shui Mu was secretly pleased, a slight smile playing on her lips, and couldn't help but ask again, "How does it compare to Qiu Shui's fourth-grade class?"

"Compared to Class 1 of Grade 4, they are still slightly inferior." Qiu Shui spoke the truth as always.

Mizuki's smile froze.

The slight liking he had just felt for Qiu Shui vanished at that moment.

Shui Mu felt that Qiu Shui was just being stubborn.

He's substituted for a class in fourth grade before.

The atmosphere in that class was said to be the second worst in the entire grade; no other class dared to claim the worst.