Two days flew by, and before they knew it, the day before the final exams had arrived. The first class of the day was Li Qiumei’s Chinese lesson, and the first thing she did upon entering the classroom was to have everyone draw lots.
"Tomorrow’s exam will have assigned seating."
Shen Mianmian drew number three, which was the middle position in the front row, while Lu Siyuan got number twenty, in the fourth row.
Only after everyone received their slips of paper did she begin to speak, "Keep the slips you have in your hands. Tomorrow, each desk corner will have a number written on it. You will find your corresponding number and take your seat."
After everyone responded, she continued, "We have one more day left. Let’s use our time wisely to review. To those who can earn the Progress Award or a top three prize, I will additionally reward each of you with a new backpack."
Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes immediately lit up.
In those times, every family had several children and barely enough clothes to wear, let alone money to buy backpacks.
The more particular families would make one out of old clothes for their children, while the less picky ones simply used any bag they could find to carry their books to school.
Being surprised by the three yuan was one thing, but now they were also being offered backpacks?
Which student wouldn’t be tempted?
Seeing the students’ excited expressions, Li Qiumei felt a great sense of satisfaction within. The principal had said the students didn’t like her, claiming she was an incompetent teacher. But now, ask around—who doesn’t like her?
She glanced at Shen Mianmian and snorted, turning her gaze away.
First, she had to surpass the other teachers by obtaining the end-of-year subsidy, so she didn’t have time to fuss over this bothersome girl.
This year was different from previous ones; now, there was competition even among teachers. Take this end-of-year subsidy, for instance; it didn’t exist before. Several teachers in the school had joined after her.
If they surpassed her, how could she have the face to teach at the school in the future?
For the sake of her reputation, she couldn’t lose.
Li Qiumei went through all the possible exam questions, not wasting a single moment. The bell for the end of class had already rung, yet she continued teaching, showing no sign of stopping.
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She rambled on even as the bell for the beginning of the next class rang.
Chen Jie, carrying his chalk box, arrived at the classroom and was taken aback to see Li Qiumei still teaching.
Thinking that Li Qiumei had forgotten that it was his class, he reminded her, "Ms. Li, this is the math class."
"The math class?" Li Qiumei slapped her forehead. "Look at me, I’ve been so engrossed in teaching I forgot."
Knowing full well it was another teacher’s class, she still showed no intention of leaving. "Mr. Chen, there are many essential topics I haven’t had the chance to cover. Could you possibly give me your class period?"
Li Qiumei, relying on her seniority over Chen Jie—who usually showed her respect—intended to take over his class period.
Seeing the situation, Chen Jie understood all too well.
Li Qiumei was deliberately vying for his class time.
His expression darkened, he didn’t respond to Li Qiumei but spoke to the students instead, "If any of you need to use the restroom, now is your chance to go."
Not giving him face? Li Qiumei’s expression also soured. "Mr. Chen, what do you mean by that?"
"I also have several important topics to cover, Ms. Li. Please, follow the rules," he said. Under normal circumstances, he would not compete with Li Qiumei for a class period. But with only one day left, everyone wanted to impart crucial knowledge to the students.
Knowing Li Qiumei’s character, if he gave up this class period, he would probably have to give up the next one as well. If he was going to offend someone eventually, why should he concede?