Chapter 816: Class 7 F4
Seaport No.7 Middle School, this is the school where you teach.
As Zhang Zifeng said, this school is a third-tier high school. A third-tier high school is one where student admissions are based on score lines. First-tier high schools admit top-performing students, followed by second-tier high schools, and finally, the unwanted students are arranged in third-tier high schools.
In other words, this place is a concentration camp for underperforming students.
Unfortunately, you are one of the teachers in this concentration camp for underperforming students, and you teach Chinese.
As is well known, of all the subjects related to the college entrance examination, Chinese is the least regarded because students have been studying Chinese every grade, every semester for over a dozen years.
Previously at the hospital in Yuhang, Han Rourong had specifically asked the doctor to issue a certificate stating that you had fallen from a hillside and injured your brain, causing temporary amnesia.
Therefore, today you were actually here to submit a fake sick leave note, since you, with your amnesia, did not have any confidence in your ability to carry out your teaching duties and wanted to delay for a few more days.
However, as soon as you set foot in the school administration office, you were quickly driven out by a skinny old man. Despite the old man’s frail appearance, his roar could rival Pavarotti’s.
"You damned fool, do you even realize what time it is? The end of the term is upon us, and you dare to let me down! If it wasn’t for the penalty of breaking the contract unilaterally, the school having to bear a breach of contract fee, I would never hire someone like you!"
Seeing the director of academic affairs cursing as he entered the room, you then wiped the sweat from your forehead and sighed, "Well, since I’m here, I might as well check on my students."