Chapter 113 The Last Lesson
he often evaluated people based on their family background, education level, and achievements to see if they met his standards.Deng Songqi must have received plenty of disapproving looks from his unc...Chapter 113: The Last Class
Miao Er's ending was far from admirable. On the last day before the summer break, students came to school as never before in such a complete manner, and then left so cleanly.
The third class that day saw all of the senior year classes engaged in water fights, throwing plastic bags filled with water outside; no one dared to stay out on the teaching building grounds at this time.
Many paper planes flew out of classrooms. Some were imprinted with chemical equations while others carried political slogans like "adherence to the Four Cardinal Principles as a political guarantee for socialist modernization," or pages from history books describing late Qing culture, all turning into paper airplanes flying off into the distance.
The sound of tearing textbooks in class was shocking; it felt reminiscent of the burning of books and burying of scholars during the Qin Dynasty.
But this kind of behavior was mostly done by those who had been suppressed to the extreme.
In contrast, Lin Luoran from Su Cen's group kept her books intact. The girls' books looked neat as well. Just like their attire and final grooming for that last day at school, they chose to wear clothes they were most proud of, even if they didn't want to admit it.
That was the reason why this final day was so adorable.
In comparison with Wang Weiwei and Lin Zhoudance's unrestrained behavior as they roughhoused with a bunch of people, Lin Luoran from Su Cen's group calmly folded each page of her English textbook in half, carefully and meticulously. Her high, prominent nose divided her face into light and shadow.
After she finished folding the English book, she left the classroom; puzzled by this action, Su Cen followed her to the corridor where he saw her place the book on the cement railing before tearing it along its crease into strips, then further tearing them into smaller pieces. They looked like snowflakes that would fly during the World Cup opening ceremony.
She even took out a few small chunks and used her delicate fingers to tear them into tinier bits, then turned to smile at Su Cen: "Are you dumbfounded What are you staring at"
"I'm just confused. I remember how seriously you studied English; it's always the book you hold most dear. How could Miss Lin be so ruthless today" asked Su Cen as he approached and leaned on the railing.
"You know, when I hear those guys talking in school who love to sprinkle two or three English words into their sentences to seem profound, I want to slap them silly. But I hate this Western stuff; you'll have to use it after all. Do you think I would fall deeply in love with these books just because they're like a man of extraordinary quality"
By now, Lin Luoran had torn the English textbook until only its cover remained; she circled her hand around what was left and made the pile of paper scraps look even more impressive. "That's not certain; to love is also to hate. Let these things that have plagued me for years vanish into ashes. You are no longer useful."
Lin Luoran threw a heap of English book scraps, which fluttered outward with a sound like 'whoosh'; the wind carried them up and down in an almost blinding manner. People on lower floors collectively cried out in amazement, looking upward: "Who's the brother up there So awesome! Come give us your name!"
The fluttering paper pieces, under Lin Luoran's gesture of spreading her hands wide open, seemed to emit a faint glow. From Su Can’s perspective, this woman's gaze and expression had an oddly fervent quality.
Su Can thoughtfully remarked, "Now I somewhat understand the meaning behind the term 'viper woman'."
Lin Luoran was savoring the immense pleasure of tearing up books that seemed to sever constraints. She took a deep breath and looked like one of those fair-skinned, clean-faced, innocent girls in commercials for foreign shampoo brands. Turning her head towards Su Can, she gave him a radiant smile and reached out with her delicate white hand to caress his right cheek, saying in an incredibly gentle tone, "Little Cai Su, don’t worry. I won’t make you vanish into thin air; there are still many uses for you compared to this English book."
Sun Man didn't participate in the final farewell ceremony and instead played her last song on the school radio for her friends, marking her final broadcast as a member of the campus celebrities. She bid farewell to two years of life as one of the most prominent figures at the school's TV station.
Her departure was legendary. Like many legends, it often ended with a note such as "disappeared from sight." For Sun Man, that note would be something like: No one ever saw this girl again after she left No. 27 High School.
The situation seemed to suggest she had been trafficked to some far-off country in Asia, Africa, or Latin America.
Years later, many students from No. 27 High would proudly claim that Sun Man was their former schoolmate and a source of pride for the school!
This woman could make any man uneasy wherever she went. These flowers were blooming all over the world, gradually unfurling in various places.
The penultimate class before the college entrance exam break. The time when everyone visited each other’s classes.
Each subject teacher would frequently appear in every classroom, watching as another batch of senior three students was about to leave and sighing internally.
The most bizarre sight was Wang Guiwen appearing. His hair that supported the central government in style had been stiffened with hair gel, making it look like individual strands tightly circling around his head. Those with better vision could see his shiny scalp, resembling a planet.
Wang Guiwen’s suit was impeccably tailored, causing quite a stir. He smiled bitterly and waved dismissively, unsure of what to feel inside.
However, he immediately noticed Su Can. He couldn’t miss him; earlier when coming up the stairs, several girls were surrounding him, insisting on getting signatures in their class books, photos, and speaking in a cute voice that made Wang Guiwen wonder why this boy was so popular.
Even more bizarre to Wang Guiwen was that Su Can had only transferred to the school mid-second year of high school but had left an impressively deep impression among all previous second-year students.
Wang Guiwen extended his hand to quiet down everyone’s discussion about him and just as he was going to speak, a loud "stand up!" from the entire class made him freeze in place.
"Teacher, you've worked hard!"
The uniform response, clearly prearranged.
Wang Guiwen's eyes widened as he saw Su Cen stand up. He also noticed Wang Bo and Lin Zouwu from his class, along with others like Lin Ge Ran, all standing together without their usual slackness. The shout was sincere.
A surge of warmth ran up his spine unexpectedly, instinctively clenching his fist, his mind momentarily dazed. He felt an indescribable sensation akin to the relief of suddenly releasing憋了兩節課的尿 (do not translate this part as it contains inappropriate content), that was the happiness of a people's teacher!
"Teacher, you've worked hard!"
"Students, you've worked hard."
Wang Guiwen inwardly thought how his voice sounded so delicate like a girl’s at this moment.
Then he excitedly raised his voice, in a posture as if striking down imperialism for the final battle mobilization, "Students, the college entrance exam is two days away. Before the exam, pay attention to these points: first, establish confidence of victory; second, maintain continuous diligence; third, have a calm mindset towards the exam! You should be composed, serious, diligent, and disciplined during the exam. Finally, I wish you all success. A poem for mutual encouragement."
"Dark clouds over Qinghai obscure the snow-capped mountains, while from afar one can see Jade Gate Pass. After a hundred battles in yellow sand, our armor is worn through; we will not return until we have broken Loulan!"
Looking at this generation facing their life-defining moment,熱血沸騰 (do not translate this part as it contains idiomatic expression)。
In an era without heroes, this was the moment to brandish one’s saber and stand tall in life.
Su Cen saw Wang Guiwen approach while he was chatting very enthusiastically with Guo Xiaozhong, Jiang Mingjun, Wu Shimiao, and Xiao Yunny who had come into the classroom from another room.
In fact, when Wang Guiwen gave his final battle mobilization speech, it marked the time for free activities. Yet none of them left, waiting instead for the bell signaling the end of the last class period before dispersing.
Wang Guiwen was asked by many students to sign autographs; this middle-aged man with a pot belly and hair resembling Saturn's rings appeared like a star under such treatment, yet he clearly wasn't used to it and felt somewhat awkward.
After some thought, Wang Guiwen still went up on the podium, pulled out a stack of test papers from that pile of materials, wrapped them in his hand, walked down from the stage, heading towards the back row.
Su Cun saw Wang Guiwen approach him, placing the test papers he was holding on Su Cun's desk. It was like a swordsman delivering a sword strike; everyone around quickly quieted down and dispersed as if to make way for Wang Guiwen’s final move, leaving only Su Cun to face it.
No one knew whether Wang Guiwen would give an unpleasant ending to the already tense relationship between him and Su Cun at this moment.
Su Cun looked at the test papers in front of him, finding them odd. They were the Chinese exam papers he had not yet returned to his students; each paper was secured with a staple pin at the top-left corner.
"These are your test papers. Your essays were well written, so I kept them and now I'm returning them to you," Wang Guiwen said calmly, but today's events seemed to have affected him emotionally, making his voice less steady than usual.
A murmur spread throughout the classroom.
Wang Weiwei, Lin Zhongwu, and Ling Genran looked at Su Cun in confusion. They probably never imagined that Su Cun, who usually exchanged insults with everyone else, would have an essay collected by their teacher.
Su Cun couldn’t describe his feelings in that moment; he felt a bit touched but also chuckled, saying, "If you like them, keep them as souvenirs."
Wang Guiwen snorted. “Your papers belong to you for keeping, and I have no interest in keeping others’ papers!”
This was typical of Wang Guiwen. What initially seemed touching quickly turned uncomfortable with just a few words.
Su Cun felt speechless after being lectured by Wang Guiwen, thinking to himself that this old man must have been scolded by many women in his youth for his "opposing one’s will" attitude, and it was quite surprising he managed to become a class advisor before retiring.
Earlier, when Wang Guiwen declared he wouldn't return until the goal was achieved, he seemed like Wang Changling, Fu Jiesi, or even Qiao Feng. But now as he walked away with his back turned, he appeared more like Mo Da walking in autumn, crushing dry leaves while playing an erhu, no longer a dignified and full figure.
However, after taking just two steps, Wang Guiwen turned around. His weathered face, marked by life’s hardships, smiled as the features crinkled together, saying, "I've already made copies of your papers; you can keep yours."
The class was in a state of chaos.
Wang Guiwen, who looked down on everyone, had taken Su Cun’s test papers and kept them neatly organized. Imagining him copying each paper one by one made his back look like that of someone harboring an introverted passion.
Afterwards, some students surrounded him, to which he nodded encouragingly at each student with the same paternal advice: "Do your best on the exam."te market, purchasing a house could be seen as an investment. With funds still remaining in his bank account from Dunhuang's fundraising efforts, Su Can felt confident about affording this property.Su...