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"Alright, everyone, from now on, let's get along well with Shen Ye. Now, open your English books and let's begin our lesson. Today we'll be learning Unit 3."

Liu Xiaolu clapped her hands, signaling everyone to be quiet.

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of wails erupted in the classroom.

The tedious vocabulary and pronunciation in English classes had already made these children struggle, and they found the subject a real headache.

In contrast, Shen Ye had it much easier.

The private primary school he attended had abundant teaching resources, and English introductory classes were offered from the first grade. Although the focus was only on listening and speaking and no written tests were arranged at the beginning, his foundation was much more solid than that of most of his classmates over time.

"Yesterday's homework was to read aloud the words from Unit 3. Did everyone complete it diligently?" Liu Xiaolu's gaze slowly swept over the whole class.

The classroom instantly split into two states: some students straightened their backs and confidently met the teacher's gaze; while many others frantically flipped through their textbooks, cramming at the last minute.

Lin Chunuan belongs to the latter category; she never pays attention to homework that doesn't require writing.

Noticing the teacher's gaze, Lin Chunu hurriedly tugged at Shen Ye's sleeve and pointed to a word in the textbook, asking softly, "Brother, how do you pronounce this word?"

Just as Shen Ye lowered his head to give instructions, Liu Xiaolu's voice came over.

"Lin Chunuan, did you finish your reading assignment yesterday?"

Lin Chunuan was so startled that she froze, quickly turned around, and unconsciously put her hands behind her back. Her voice also weakened: "T-Teacher, I...I read it."

"Then stand up and read it aloud in front of the whole class."

"Uh... this..." Lin Chunuan was so anxious that beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she stammered, unable to speak. It was clear that she had not finished her homework at all last night.

Liu Xiaolu shook her head helplessly and sighed softly: "You must complete the homework assigned seriously. Don't be lazy next time. Sit down first."

Lin Chunuan felt as if she had been granted a pardon. The tension on her face vanished instantly, and she immediately showed a relaxed expression. Her change of expression was astonishingly fast.

"Shen Ye, why don't you try reading it?" Liu Xiaolu turned her gaze to the back row, a hint of curiosity rising in her heart, wanting to take the opportunity to test the transfer student's abilities.

"Okay, teacher." Shen Ye stood up calmly.

He read them out one by one, speaking slowly but clearly and precisely, with a natural and fluent intonation. In a third-grade classroom, this level is already considered quite excellent.

A look of surprise flashed in Liu Xiaolu's eyes, and she asked with a smile, "Very good. Did you study English before?"

"I attended tutoring classes for a while before," Shen Ye answered truthfully.

Now Liu Xiaolu felt completely at ease.

Last week, the school issued a notice to hold an English oral competition for the whole grade. She had been worried that no one in the class could take on the responsibility. Now it seems that the new transfer student is the most suitable candidate, and the competition spots are basically decided.

In the following classes, all the teachers specifically called on Shen Ye to answer questions.

With his newly acquired rapid thinking ability and solid foundation, Shen Ye's brain works at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people. Whether it is a simple basic question or an extended question that requires thinking and analysis, he can handle it with ease and provide complete and accurate answers.

After several sessions, all the teachers grew increasingly fond of this outstanding-looking and knowledgeable new student.

Soon it was time for Chinese class, and a middle-aged female teacher wearing square-framed glasses walked into the classroom.

This teacher was strict and demanding, and rarely smiled. The students in her class secretly called her "the Abbess of Extinction".

As soon as she stepped into the classroom, the previously noisy class fell silent instantly, and no one dared to make a ruckus.

"Good answer, sit down." After listening to Shen Ye's answer, the Chinese teacher nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of praise for his promising future.

Then, she abruptly changed the subject, harshly criticizing the other students who had answered incorrectly: "Look at you all, your answers are completely nonsensical. You weren't paying attention in class at all. Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Among the students who were criticized was a chubby boy with a mohawk hairstyle.

He was seething with anger, and his eyes were full of resentment as he looked at Shen Ye.

In Wang Jiahao's view, Shen Ye was just a new transfer student. Why could he attract the attention of all the girls in the class, and even the strictest Chinese teacher looked at him differently?

"What's so great about it?" Wang Jiahao thought to himself, feeling a sense of inadequacy.

"When I practice boxing outside in the rain, the cheers from the onlookers are much louder than this."

While everyone else was in the classroom having lessons, I was practicing boxing in the rain.

It's just...

You understand, right?

The chubby boy became increasingly smug, and decided to throw punches at the air as if no one else was around.

"Wang Jiahao! What are you doing? If you want to practice boxing, go to the playground. This is a classroom!"

The teacher's angry roar suddenly rang out, directly interrupting his "boxing dream".

Before he could even react, the teacher pressed on, "And what about your Chinese homework? The class monitor said he didn't receive it this morning!"

Wang Jiahao's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he pleaded with a bitter expression, "Teacher, I..."

"If you haven't done your homework, you'll have to stand and listen to the lecture. Stand for a few classes and reflect on your actions."

"No, teacher!" Wang Jiahao cried out, but he could only obediently stand up.

It turns out that he had clearly copied his homework in the morning, but after chatting with the student behind him for a few minutes, his homework mysteriously disappeared.

Finally, during the break, Wang Jiahao seized every spare moment to finish his homework and hurriedly delivered it to the teacher's office.

When he returned to the classroom looking exhausted, the student in front of him suddenly pulled a crumpled notebook from under his seat and called out to him, "Jiahao, is this your homework? I don't know how it got under my seat and I ended up sitting on it."

"Ah—! How come you only realized this now!" Wang Jiahao cried out in despair, clutching his head, completely on the verge of collapse.

He sacrificed several breaks between classes to frantically catch up, and now that he's handed it in, it's been found?

"Shen Ye, you're amazing! It feels like you can solve any problem."

"Yeah, yeah, she's good-looking and does well in school."

The chubby boy heard news of his enemy when he was at his saddest.

Wang Jiahao turned his head to look in the direction the sound came from, and saw Shen Ye surrounded by seven or eight girls, who were chatting and laughing around him.

Shen Ye remained calm throughout, his pen continuing to write, as if the surrounding hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him.

Since enrolling in school, Shen Ye had long been accustomed to such scenes.

This is just my daily routine.

However, Shen Ye's daily life was an unattainable dream for Wang Jiahao.

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