Chapter Eighteen: A Glimpse of Brilliance

  The math teacher was speaking with great enthusiasm in front of the blackboard, his voice hoarse from shouting. After all, they were graduating students now, and the exams were getting closer and closer. The teachers spared no effort to impart their knowledge to the students.

  At this time, the classroom was tense and irritable. The greater the pressure, the more resistant it is. By this time, the sixth-grade textbook had actually been finished, and all that was left for each subject was review, review, and review again. The dullness and dryness of homework made students' anxiety psychology more and more serious, so much so that Class Director Chen stayed in the classroom at all times except when teaching classes. Beautifully named: listening to classes. In fact, every teacher and student had a number in mind, and the class director was helping the subject teachers suppress them.

  Teacher Chen turned her gaze to her most satisfying student, Zhang Yue. She was sitting at her desk, quietly reading a book, with a calm expression and clear thoughts. It seemed as if everything in the classroom had nothing to do with her. Neither the teacher's impatience nor the classmates' tension had any effect on her, she just sat there silently, diligently reading.

  For this student, Teacher Chen knew she was being overly partial. As a veteran teacher who had been teaching for decades and was nearing retirement, if it were several months ago, she herself wouldn't have believed that she could be so fond of and biased towards a student.

  Yes, Zhang Yue was not reading a math book, nor even a textbook. During the class break, Teacher Chen had glanced over and knew that she was reading Zhu Guangqian's "On Beauty".

  Regarding Zhang Yue reading "extracurricular books" in class, almost every teacher has reported her to the authorities, but she has been able to talk her way out of it. As a result, all the teachers know that Zhang Yue's book-reading is tacitly approved by the head teacher, as long as it doesn't affect her grades, they don't need to intervene.

  Actually, Teacher Chen has his own difficulties on this matter. Since that composition class when Zhang Yue's outstanding essay was recognized and she was allowed to do her own thing while others were writing, things started to get out of control.

  First was the language subject, after scoring the highest in class for several consecutive times, Zhang Yue found the office and negotiated with herself. On the basis of fully completing her main job - studying, whether she could let her freely play and do what she wanted to do?

  At this time, Teacher Chen was contradictory and curious. On the one hand, she was a little worried that if she opened her mouth, other students would follow suit; on the other hand, she was also curious, how could an ordinary child make such rapid progress in just a few months? Wasn't there something special about her learning method?

  After repeated consideration, Teacher Chen agreed to Zhang Yue's request and went to negotiate with the teacher in charge, allowing her to do what she liked during class as long as it didn't affect others and wouldn't lead to a decline in grades.

  As for other students, it's simple, as long as your grades can surpass Zhang Yue's, OK, no problem.

  But who can be as calm and composed as she is in the face of exams, yet excel time and again? Even now, Teacher Chen still remembers Zhang Yue's radiant smile when he heard the news, and at that moment, it was more brilliant than a spring flower.

  Thinking of this, Mr. Chen's face couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile.

  Through this period of observation and testing, Zhang Yue indeed did not disappoint her. Not only was her grades always among the top, but she also spent most of her class time reading books.

  Teacher Chen really didn't understand, as a language teacher, she naturally loved books and thought she had read many. But she still couldn't believe that there was such a book-loving child?

  Zhang Yue reads books very quickly and widely. She seems to disdain the types of books that children her age typically enjoy, except for Jules Verne's works which she has been seen reading before. Not even romance novels, which her mother had discussed with her and were currently popular, have been seen in her hands.

  That day, the math teacher sighed in the office and paid special attention to Zhang Yue's books, from Agatha Christie's "Murder on the Orient Express" and "Death on the Nile" to Arthur Hailey's "Hotel" and "Airport"; from Wang Meng's "Eternal Youth" to Liu Suola's "You Have No Choice", the books she read were exactly the same as those her university-student son read!

  The math teacher was still in shock, and the art teacher chimed in, saying that Zhang Yue's books were all incomprehensible to him. What's with "Three Words Two Slaps", "The Scholars", "The Origin of European Culture" and "The Origin of Christianity"? Are these really books for an 11-year-old kid?!

  Digression

  It's New Year's Day, everyone also gives Xiaoxiao a little encouragement, okay?

  Enjoy reading!