Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Yan Han hadn’t initially noticed this phenomenon of the entire class targeting the teacher.
He usually studied on his own during math class, not paying attention, because he had confided in Teacher Wang, who knew he needed to prepare for the competition, so Teacher Wang had never restricted him.
He was quite grateful for this.
So when he was forcibly pulled back to attention by a group of people arguing in math class, looking at the homeroom teacher standing alone on the podium with a helpless expression, he was still a little confused.
“What’s going on?” he asked Lin Jianlu.
Lin Jianlu returned his gaze, clearly not knowing what had happened either.
Not to mention that Brother Lin’s thinking was usually completely unrestrained in class, he had become even busier than before since the school announced the registration notice for the math Olympiad.
After all, it was an international competition, a matter of honor, so the school had to take it seriously.
A series of preparations were needed for this competition, and the school entrusted Lin Jianlu with leading the effort. Because he needed to communicate with the training teachers to confirm the curriculum and procedures, he became busier than usual, sometimes even disappearing from Yan Han’s sight.
However, it wasn’t too late to find out what was going on; a little observation would reveal the truth.
It was simply that some people were deliberately posing difficult questions to the teacher, and then others joined in the commotion, saying the teacher’s explanations were unclear, incomprehensible, and of insufficient quality.
Last time, when Yan Han and Lin Jianlu were called to the disciplinary office, Teacher Wang not only didn’t blame them or make a fuss by calling their parents, but also, like Teacher Gu, was willing to give them a chance and encouraged them. How could Yan Han not have a good impression of such an open-minded teacher?
Now, seeing a group of people joining in the commotion below, and the young homeroom teacher standing there silently, looking like she was about to collapse, Yan Han couldn’t stand idly by, even if he didn’t want to get involved.
He asked the classmate who claimed he didn’t understand, “What part don’t you understand?”
He didn’t raise his hand or stand up from his seat but simply spoke abruptly. The entire class fell silent upon hearing his voice.
The other students exchanged glances, while Tang Hongbo, the one being questioned by Yan Han, was taken aback.
He wanted Yan Han to mind his own business, but he couldn’t say that.
—How could academic matters be considered trivial? If he said that, it would solidify the evidence of openly troubling the teacher.
So he stood up and said directly, “It’s the last thought question. She didn’t explain why it would look like this after opening the parentheses. What’s the difference between explaining it and not explaining it at all? Anyway, I don’t understand.”
“That’s the Cauchy inequality,” Teacher Wang said, exasperated. “You don’t understand because we haven’t covered that part yet. I already told you to memorize it like this…”
“You didn’t say it was the Cauchy inequality from the beginning. How am I supposed to know it’s a special formula that needs special memorization?” Tang Hongbo interrupted the teacher, his tone sounding utterly shameless, implying that if he didn’t understand, the teacher’s lecture was flawed.
“…”
Teacher Wang, unable to bear it any longer, stopped explaining the homework and picked up the chalk to explain Cauchy’s inequality to him on the spot. The others watched with wide eyes, when Yan Han said, “This question is beyond the syllabus. The last thinking question in this workbook is usually a difficult question beyond the syllabus. Didn’t the teacher say that you can think about it and put it down if you don’t understand? You insist on asking about something you haven’t learned, and you have the nerve to blame the teacher for not explaining it clearly?”
“I… since this question exists, what’s wrong with me asking!” Although he stubbornly replied, Tang Hongbo, who had never been challenged in public before, immediately blushed.
But since Yan Han had spoken up, he was determined not to lose to him in a verbal battle.
He said, “Besides, although the teacher didn’t say what kind of formula it is, didn’t she say that we haven’t reached this point yet, and that you should just memorize it like this? Can’t you interpret from these words that this is a special inequality? Your logical thinking ability needs improvement.”
After Yan Han finished speaking, some people in the class immediately burst into laughter.
Yan Han wouldn’t mince words with an unreasonable person. After a few exchanges, Tang Hongbo’s face wasn’t just red; it alternated between red, white, and even turning pale.
He certainly knew about Cauchy’s inequality; after all, they were about to learn it, and he had actually previewed it.
He was simply seizing on the fact that the homeroom teacher hadn’t explained what kind of inequality it was beforehand— a minor grammatical oversight— and using it as an excuse. He was actually pointing out grammatical errors, not any logical flaws in the teacher’s explanation.
His intention wasn’t to make the teacher admit their lack of knowledge.
He only knew how to attack someone; finding fault with them every few days was enough.
Especially since the classmates were all arrogant and looked down on their new homeroom teacher, they were too busy joining in the commotion to dare criticize him.
It had to be said that by finding fault with the teacher through problems and leaving the teacher helpless, Tang Hongbo had regained some of the attention and support of his classmates these past two days, giving him a slight sense of being admired again.
But he hadn’t expected that there were people in this class who were deliberately making things difficult for him, always going against him…
At this moment, while Tang Hongbo stood there, unable to back down, the other students fell silent; no one stood up to deny Yan Han.
That’s how it is; when everyone else speaks ill of the teacher, when they condone this kind of evil, even those who initially had no problem with the homeroom teacher will inevitably look down on her, or even kick her while she’s down.
But when someone stands up, takes the teacher’s side, and speaks a fair word, the situation reverses.
Especially since that person was none other than the school beauty and academic goddess who explained problems to them!
Some students rushed to Yan Han’s table after class, specifically to listen to his questions. They had already shrunk back when Yan Han stood up. Even though Yan Han couldn’t explain every problem, the atmosphere of discussing and exchanging ideas was both enjoyable and educational. So, they unconsciously followed the lead of the person who fostered this atmosphere.
Not to mention they already knew Tang Hongbo was just stirring up trouble, now that Yan Han was confronting them head-on, those who had joined in the jeering dared not utter a sound. They just wanted to hide so their goddess wouldn’t notice.
The homeroom teacher’s crisis was averted with a few words from Yan Han.
Even though the situation was still dire, having someone stand up for her was a comfort in itself.
She looked at Yan Han gratefully; she had never imagined she would be saved by her students.
Yan Han, however, nonchalantly sat back down, muttering to Lin Jianlu, “Do you think I’m being too nosy?”
He sometimes had this flaw, and he knew it himself.
But then he remembered how his homeroom teacher had helped him and Lin Jianlu, and he didn’t feel like he was meddling. Instead, he felt it was only right to stand up and speak the truth.
Lin Jianlu also said, “No, it doesn’t count.”
Then he added, “Even if it is meddling, it’s okay.”
“Huh?” Yan Han didn’t understand why he said that.
Lin Jianlu lowered his eyes slightly and said in a softer voice, “The person I like can do whatever they want.”
Yan Han: “…”
“…………”
No, Brother Lin, you suddenly said something about liking someone… I wasn’t prepared for this!
Yan Han abruptly lowered his head to hide the abnormality in his complexion. Lin Jianlu continued, “And this really isn’t meddling.”
“How so?”
“It’s Friday today. Want to come home with me after school?”
“…”
Yan Han’s face turned completely red. “Why are we suddenly bringing this up again!”
Since they got together, they’d been studying peacefully at school. Not only had they not had any other intimate contact, but they weren’t even living in the same dorm. This was the first time they’d had a chance to be alone together…
How come it’s only Friday?!
Yan Han roared.
Lin Jianlu said, “Come home with me, and I’ll tell you what’s going on.”
Yan Han: “…”
He really wanted to say, “Please remember your name is Lin Jianlu. At most, people in the underworld call you Brother Lin, not Lin the Bandit.”
Although Lin Jianlu maintained a perfectly serious demeanor even when saying this, there was absolutely no hint of coercion, seduction, or teasing. He was as serious as could be.
Yan Han didn’t know how such a simple sentence had become so ambiguous in his ears. He suppressed the urge to swallow hard and reluctantly agreed, “Since you’ve said so…”
“Alright then.”
To create the illusion of succumbing to pressure, his older brother was really going all out.
The two whispered a few words and then fell silent. The other students had also quieted down by now, and the homeroom teacher composed herself enough to start the lesson again.
The entire afternoon and evening then felt rather long.
At least that’s how it was for Yan Han.
The closer it got to the end of school, the more obvious Yan Han’s impatience became.
Lin Jianlu, who sat next to him, felt it too and seemed to have caught it.
The thought of going home with Yan Han made Lin Jianlu excited, though he didn’t say it or show it on his face.
The scenes from the last two times they went home together, whether studying or playing ball, were deeply imprinted in his mind. Strangely, unlike other simple memories, just recalling those scenes gave him a feeling as if the air itself was sweet and warm.
He had come to eagerly anticipate each weekend, the time they could spend alone together.
Moreover, things were different now; this time, Yan Han was coming home with him, and he no longer had to constantly be mindful of his distance and boundaries to avoid disturbing him…
And Yan Han, on the other hand, seemed to share the same feelings, which gave Lin Jianlu a rare feeling— a kind of secret delight.
If he weren’t so bad at expressing his emotions, he might have been just as excited and carried away.
Yan Han was truly carried away.
Just thinking about the evening’s activities… he had to enter a deep, virtual state of focus to continue studying for a short period.
As for what he was secretly hoping for…
At eight o’clock in the evening, the school bell rang throughout the second-grade classroom. Yan Han, unusually, jumped up from his seat instead of staying. He forced himself to suppress his excitement and asked Lin Jianlu in a low, husky voice, “What did Aunt Tian prepare for tonight’s late-night snack? Is it my favorite braised veal?”
Lin Jianlu: “…”
The author has something to say:
Lin Jianlu: If I and the veal fell into the water, which one would you save first?
Yan Han: Of course, the veal!
Lin Jianlu: …
Yan Han (innocently scratching his head): You’re a better swimmer than me!
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