"I’ll be the literature class representative."

Ren Hao pointed at his nose in disbelief. It was reasonable to assume that Gu Yueyan had already seen his middle school entrance exam results, and as he had introduced himself, his scores in all subjects weren’t very outstanding. So why choose him to be the literature class representative?

However, after saying that, Gu Yueyan no longer looked at him. She didn’t even seek his opinion as she had with Dong Xue just now. “Alright, class dismissed.”

Ren Hao was a little bewildered.

“Haozi, you’re doing well.” Jiang Wei sat down at his desk with a look of envy. “I see Teacher Gu thinks highly of you, haha. I won’t turn in my literature homework from now on, you help me get away with it.” These words happened to be heard by Dong Xue, she wrinkled her brows in disgust, packed up her books, and stood up to leave.

The gossip girl, Jiang Beibei, was excitedly chatting with the boys, asking about the love letter, of course. She was most interested in this gossipy news.

“Wait, everyone.”

Xia Wanqiu appeared at the podium at some point, her face full of displeasure as she stared at the students below. “The girls can leave, the boys stay.” Xia Wanqiu had conducted a preliminary investigation. Although Gu Yueyan was the literature teacher for the first grade, she had only interacted with Class One, so the love letter must have been written by someone in Class One.

Gu Yueyan thought for a moment and said with a sigh, “Sister Xia, children are bound to make mistakes, I think it’s best to let it go.”

Xia Wanqiu lowered her voice and reprimanded, “Yueyan, let the disciplinary office handle this. Don’t you worry about it? Hmph, he dared to write you a love letter, if he doesn’t get a lesson, who knows what he’ll do next.”

Gu Yueyan shook her head slightly, not saying another word. She knew Xia Wanqiu’s stubborn temper, if she set her mind on something, no one could change it.

Xia Wanqiu tapped the teaching whip in her hand, pointed at them, and said, “Boys, come to my office one by one. I want to see who wrote the love letter.”

English office.

Xia Wanqiu, in addition to being the deputy head of the disciplinary office, also served as the English teacher for half of the first-grade classes.

Ren Hao hesitated for a long time before entering last. He heard from the students who came out that Xia Wanqiu’s strategy was to verify handwriting, that is, they had to write a few sentences, compare them with the handwriting in the letter, and see if they matched.

When Ren Hao, who was anxious, sat down, the cold-hearted beautiful woman slowly handed him a ballpoint pen. “Write, ‘Age is no problem’.” Xia Wanqiu handed him a piece of paper, her face full of anger.

Perhaps because of his change, history had deviated from its course. Cui Wenwen, and Xia Wanqiu, were all women Ren Hao had no impression of.

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"What are you waiting for?" Xia Wanqiu impatiently tapped the table with the teaching whip. "Hurry up and write."

If I write, I’ll be exposed.

Ren Hao’s palms were sweating, he trembled for a while, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a plan. He grasped the pen with his left hand, writing the words “Age is no problem” awkwardly, the handwriting was crooked and ugly.

Xia Wanqiu’s face changed, she looked at him with suspicion. "You’re left-handed?"

Ren Hao tried to maintain a calm expression, nodding his eyes. “Yeah, my mom said people who write with their left hand are smarter, she made me write with my left hand since I was little.”

“Writing since you were little,

but your handwriting is so ugly.” Xia Wanqiu became even more suspicious, she patted the blank space on the paper, her eyebrows furrowed. “Write with your right hand, the same words.”

Ren Hao feigned difficulty and scratched his head, then wrote as Xia Wanqiu instructed. He switched to a grip he wasn’t used to, holding the ballpoint pen between his middle and ring fingers, so naturally the handwriting wouldn’t be good.

Xia Wanqiu picked up the paper and compared it to the love letter in her hand for a long time. She then looked at Ren Hao with fierce eyes before finally pursing her lips in dissatisfaction, muttering, "It doesn’t look like it."

“Teacher Xia, can I go back now?”

"You’re the last one."

“Yes.”

Xia Wanqiu leaned back on the chair with a huff. “Go back and keep an eye out for suspicious people, if you see anything, report it to me immediately. Did you hear that?” After Ren Hao nodded vigorously to show that he understood, Xia Wanqiu waved her hand carelessly. “Your hair is a bit long, remember to cut it short before school starts. Alright, go back.”

Leaning against the wall of the corridor, Ren Hao threw off some sweat in relief and sighed. “Shi Da Fu Zhong is worthy of being a key school in the city, the teachers are incredibly dedicated.”

"Shouldn’t teachers be dedicated?" The sudden voice made Ren Hao’s heart sink again. He turned to look, and unexpectedly, Gu Yueyan was standing five meters away from him.

Ren Hao quickly put on a spirited expression. “Ah, no, no, I mean it’s good that you’re dedicated, heh, it’s good to be dedicated.”

"Come with me to my office."

One wave after another, Ren Hao cautiously followed Gu Yueyan, entering the literature office at the corner of the first floor. Gu Yueyan pulled out a chair and gestured for Ren Hao to sit down with a pout, while she held her chest and leaned against the desk.

Ren Hao was a little flustered by Gu Yueyan’s fiery gaze, his face flushed. "Teacher Gu, you, you’re looking for me for something?" He was sitting awkwardly, so he stood up.

Holding the steaming cup of Nescafe, Gu Yueyan took a small sip. "As the literature class representative, there will be a lot of work for you in the future. Well, can you handle it?"

"Don’t worry, I won’t let you down." Ren Hao’s expression became unusually serious because of his nervousness.

“That’s good.” Slowly sipping her coffee, Gu Yueyan didn’t dismiss him or continue the conversation. She just stared at the brown liquid in the cup.

The atmosphere was strange.

Ren Hao rubbed his hands, gathering his courage to speak. “Teacher Gu, this, can I ask why you chose me to be the class representative? Well, you might not know, my middle school entrance exam scores were pretty average.”

“Pretty average?” Gu Yueyan gently put down the coffee cup, sat upright, and stared at him intently. "Some people are naturally born to handle literature. Perhaps, their scores aren’t very high, but their potential, surely won’t be small."

Ren Hao didn’t understand what she meant. Sure, he had a good literary foundation, but how did Gu Yueyan know?

“I saw your article.”

"The article from the middle school entrance exam?" Ren Hao wouldn’t possibly have any memory of what he wrote for the entrance exam.

"You should be clearer than me about which article I'm talking about." Gu Yueyan tapped the table with her fingertips. "If it were judged as a middle school entrance exam essay, including myself, most people would have marked it with zero points. But, a very small number of people, might give it full marks."

She looked at Ren Hao, just looked at him. "This is a one-time thing, don’t do it again."