Super Teacher

"I want to choose my class." The young girl said in Chinese, which was barely understood by others, "I will choose my own class."    

    

Seeing this girl's stubborn look, Director Wang felt a headache coming: "It's over, there's a problem with the girl, and she's from a foreign country at that."    

    

The mother of the young girl said proudly, "Teresa has always been the one in charge of my family. You can just let her choose her own class. "Don't worry, I won't miss out on any money for you guys. As long as she likes it, donating more money to your school won't be a problem."    

    

Those who came to this school were all rich people, and Hee Minxuan was already used to their arrogance.    

    

As the principal, she was always neither humble nor haughty: "We will pay as much as you want for the tuition, we won't charge a single cent more." As for this Teresa student, it's not a problem for her to pick her class. The problem is that the teacher in charge of this class is only willing to accept her. "    

    

"They'll take it." The foreign woman's face was filled with disdain, "Our family has plenty of money. If any of our form teachers don't accept it, I will use the money to smash them until they accept it."    

    

Hee Minxuan shook her head helplessly. Why did these parents always think that money was the solution to the problem?    

    

However, she had seen many of these kinds of parents, so she was not surprised. "Let's go to class and take a look first."    

    

Since Wang Feng was going back to the office, he followed Principal Hee, Director Zhou, and the mother and daughter to the classrooms of the third year.    

    

"This is the senior year class one. This is the class with the best results and the most outstanding performance in the entire year." Director Wang's eyes were filled with pride as he introduced senior year Class 1, "I can guarantee that 99% of the students in this class will attend the best university in the country …"    

    

"The students in this class are so boring. They're all like zombies, and all of them have the same expression. I don't like them." Teresa rejected Director Wang's prideful senior class at a glance, causing Director Wang to roll his eyes in anger.    

    

Aren't all good classes like this? How were they like zombies? This was clearly a serious and meticulous expression, okay?    

    

Fine, since Teresa doesn't like it, then forget it.    

    

Senior year class one was an outstanding class in the province. It would not be good for students like Teresa, who were obviously problematic, to enter it.    

    

Next was the third grade, the second grade, and the third grade … Teresa went from class to class, shaking her head again and again.    

    

It was not that the expressions of the students in this class were too zombie, but it was just that the class did not have an artistic atmosphere.    

    

Come on, this is the third year of high school preparation for the college entrance exam, not an art class. No, what kind of artistic atmosphere was this?    

    

Unknowingly, when Teresa arrived at Grade 7, she could hear that Class 8 was different from the other classes. Without even looking, she ran towards Class 8 and was stopped by Director Wang. "Don't go over there."    

    

Teresa asked with her eyes wide open, "Why can't we go? Isn't that a senior year class over there? "That's not right, it's clearly written 'Class 8, Year 3'!"    

    

Teresa's Mandarin was not very good, but she knew Chinese, so Director Wang couldn't hide it from her.    

    

Seeing that Teresa insisted on going there, Director Wang could only tell her the truth. Moreover, he told Teresa's mother: "This class is the worst class in the entire year. Whether it's grades or discipline, it's always the last class. For the sake of your child's future, I recommend … "