Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Start of School (1/10) Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Start of School (1/10) School officially started, and i ngzhen’s routine hadn’t changed. The schedule was the sa as it had been during her previous tutoring sessions.
i ngchen’s kindergarten included breakfast and lunch, so he could just eat there, eliminating the need to prepare his als. The hassle of preparing breakfast and lunch was no longer a concern.
Of course, als were not included on the first day of school, but they had already made plans the night before for his aunt and Fan Tianyu to take him out to eat, so i ngzhen didn’t need to worry and just had to prepare her own als.
There were quite a few edibles produced in her Spatial Mall, and i ngzhen planted a lot of wheat, which was processed into flour through the Spatial Mall. After being ford into flour, she could also directly choose to process it into noodles, thick or thin at her whim. With flour at hand, preparing buns, dumpling, and dumpling soup wrappers was a breeze. No matter the quantity, the processing fee was charged by type, so i ngzhen didn’t hold back and planted a lot of wheat, which was processed at once to save her the trouble later, allowing for easy access whenever she wanted.
Buns and dumplings required wrapping, which she didn’t have ti for, so noodles were naturally the first choice.
A bowl of plain noodles with an egg and a couple of greens, topped with a spoonful of lard, made for a simple yet delicious clear soup noodle dish.
i ngzhen quickly finished her breakfast and washed the dishes before rushing off to school.
In fact, the breakfast culture in Xincheng, influenced by Jiangcheng, was quite rich. There were many street vendors outside the school, including hot dry noodles, dumpling soup, deep-fried dough sticks, and all sorts of other breakfast foods, which were much more convenient than eating at ho.
But since the school had no cafeteria, both boarding and day students typically ate at the vendors outside the school. Consequently, each ti they chose to eat outside, the place was overwhelming with students. Waiting in line for even a short ti could make one late, so it was easier just to eat at ho.
Although she hadn’t prepared breakfast for the other family mbers today, the house was stocked with all the necessary ingredients, so Fan Tianyu could simply cook for himself at ho if he wanted. Preparing noodles shouldn’t result in another kitchen disaster. As for eating out, he could just drop off i ngchen at kindergarten and eat breakfast afterward, with hardly anyone outside the school by then; he could eat whatever he liked.
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By the ti she arrived at class, it was a close call. Just as she sat down, her math teacher Weng Dinglan walked in.
It wasn’t just her who was cutting it close; there were three other students tiptoeing in behind Ms. Weng as she reached the podium. She glanced at the three of them but said nothing.
Once the students had settled in their seats, Ms. Weng was about to speak when another student raced to the door.
Looking stern, Weng Dinglan surveyed the classroom as the girl hesitated at the door, unsure whether to enter or not. After two faltering steps, she called out from the doorway, “Report, teacher.”
Weng Dinglan glanced at the door again without comnt, simply saying, “Co in.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than another student’s voice rang out from the doorway, “I report as well, teacher.” Not waiting for a response, the student followed the girl inside.
Ms. Weng was slightly irritated, “You stand right there! Did I say you could co in? Look at the ti—it’s the first day of school and you’re already late!”
The student didn’t understand, “Teacher, then why does she get to go in?”
“She’s in the top three of the grade. Are you? With those grades, you have the nerve to be late? You’re in your third year of high school, about to face the college entrance exam, and you still lack such basic self-discipline?” she went on irritably, “Co in, then. Your horoom teacher Ms. Mi has taken the day off and isn’t confident leaving you unsupervised, so she asked to stop by. I expect you all to behave yourselves and study independently.” After speaking her piece, Ms. Weng left the classroom.
The high-ranking student Ms. Weng had ntioned was Bi Xiaoyu, who not only excelled in the grade but had also consistently dominated first place in their class, far outpacing her peers. True to her na, which suggested a delicate and beautiful jade, she was both bright and beautiful, the “class flower” adored by the boys in class.
However, Bi Xiaoyu was very grounded, focusing solely on her studies and having no interest in dealing with matters beyond that, showing an indifferent attitude to the boys in her class.
Bi Xiaoyu sat in front of i ngzhen, and the two got along quite well. In a previous life, when i ngzhen’s grades plumted due to her family’s influence, Bi Xiaoyu had even taken ti out to tutor her. Ultimately, i ngzhen didn’t get into college, but she always rembered Bi Xiaoyu’s kindness.
The boy who ca in after Bi Xiaoyu was Weng Tao, the class underperforr. Unsurprisingly, Weng Tao was Ms. Weng’s nephew. It was no secret that the Weng family was considered scholarly; after all, schools aren’t good at keeping secrets.
Weng Tao’s father was a university professor, his mother a middle school teacher, and his aunt Weng Dinglan a high school teacher—his grandparents were also university professors who had already retired. Despite such a family background, the child turned out to be an underachiever, quite unexpected, wasn’t it?
His grandparents, parents, and aunt couldn’t accept this reality. But acceptance was unavoidable. With all the familial resources at his disposal, they did everything they could, but Weng Tao’s grades showed no improvent, forcing the family to face the harsh truth.
Yet, acceptance was one thing, giving up was out of the question, so in Weng Tao’s second year of high school, he transferred to the Xincheng High School where she studied. The idea was to let his aunt Dinglan keep an eye on him constantly; if his performance improved, all the better, but even if it didn’t, just keeping him out of trouble was enough.
But this minor episode quickly passed, because there was nothing more tornting than examination papers, and the first day back at school was t with a full day of tests.
In short, it was another day far from calm and peaceful.
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On his first day at school, i ngchen, however, was the picture of calm, as i Yinan and Fan Tianyu dropped him off at the kindergarten. Among a crowd of peers, he stood out remarkably because he was the only one not crying.
Yes, he wasn’t crying.
i Yinan felt a touch of pride among the parents, proud that her child was sensible. But then it struck her—a child who didn’t cry wouldn’t get any candy. Her heart imdiately went out to i ngchen.
i Yinan asked, “Chenchen, all the other children are crying. Why aren’t you crying?”
i ngchen replied indifferently, “Why should I cry?”
It was a good question. Simply put, the reason for crying was fear of leaving parents and the familiar environnt upon going to kindergarten.
But i ngchen was different. He had no parents of his own, and he had no fear of unfamiliar environnts. i ngzhen had tirelessly drilled into him about kindergarten every day; the idea of attending kindergarten had long since been cented in his head as nothing out of the ordinary, so why cry indeed.
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