When the homeroom teacher walked in after the bell rang for class, what she saw was the entire class working together in unity to create the bulletin board.
She had already heard from other students that the bulletin board had been destroyed, and she was really angry at first, but when she saw the class working together so determinedly, the corners of her eyes couldn’t help but moisten.
This was the most important quality of a class!
Unity! Friendship and mutual help!
Of course, grades were important too.
"The teacher is here!"
It was unclear who was the first to notice the homeroom teacher entering the classroom, but they quickly shouted out loud.
Mengmeng and others, hearing this, hurriedly put down the glue and photos they were holding, ready to run back to their seats for class, when they heard the homeroom teacher’s voice, slightly more gentle than usual, "Students, don’t panic. I already know about the malicious vandalism of the bulletin board. Let’s pause this morning’s self-study session, and first put up the bulletin board."
"Wow! Understanding rules!"
"Long live the homeroom teacher!"
"Enough with the flattery, each of you, get back to work!" The homeroom teacher, who rarely heard compliments, was showing a faint blush on her usually stern face, almost as if she were embarrassed.
Mengmeng and the other students couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly, not expecting that their teacher could also have such shy moments!
Thanks to everyone’s hard work, by the end of morning self-study, Class Ten’s new bulletin board was completed.
The back blackboard was covered with photos of the students from Class Ten, each wearing blue and white school uniforms, beaming with smiles, full of youthful vitality, each holding a piece of paper with words of encouragement in their hands.
Even the homeroom teacher was forcibly dragged by the students to take several photos to put up.
The morning sunlight was dazzling, gently casting its light on the photographs, coating them with a soft and beautiful halo, as if each photo was narrating the history of Class Ten for that semester.
"I wonder if our bulletin board can still win an award this time," Luo Mengmeng said, holding her chin in a worried expression.
"Relax," Gu Zhihan gently patted her head.
As soon as he finished speaking, a noisy commotion came from the door; the school leaders had already arrived at Class Ten’s entrance.
Seeing them, everyone in Class Ten immediately sat up straight in their seats, hands crossed on the desks, backs erect, eyes looking straight ahead, just like a group of primary school students listening to their teacher.
"This bulletin board of Class Ten..." One of the school leaders, with a Mediterranean-style bald head, frowned as soon as he saw the bulletin board.
Mengmeng and the other students from Class Ten felt their hearts leap into their throats, their eyes fixed intently on the speaking man.
"Very creative," the Mediterranean-bald school leader nodded and said.
"It’s quite good, all made with photos."
The other leaders also nodded and followed suit with their compliments.
Perhaps just having seen too many, they found the refreshing novelty pleasing to the eye, and the school leaders were mostly full of praise.
After marking scores on their table, they left the classroom.
Before long, the clear voice of the principal, sounding amused, came through the school’s broadcast, "This bulletin board competition has now come to an end, and now I will announce the list of winning classes."
Mengmeng quickly pricked up her ears to listen.
Gu Zhihan and the other students from Class Ten were no exception.
The principal continued, "The classes that have won the Grand Prize are: Senior Year Two Class Seven and Freshman Year One Class Three..."