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Chapter Thirteen: The Director's Meeting
In the afternoon, as Zhang Qiu entered the classroom, all eyes were on him. Even the top student, who was deeply focused on studying, looked up at Zhang Qiu.
Zhang Qiu felt a chill run down his spine and quickly returned to his seat. His deskmate, Wang Zhengxiang, looked at him in surprise and said, "Hey, are you okay? How come you're back so soon?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. There wasn't really anything going on."
"That's good." Wang Zhengxiang let out a sigh of relief and added, "They said you were going to be in trouble, and the school might discipline you."
"Really?" Zhang Qiu frowned and thought for a moment. He understood; life at school was generally monotonous. When something unusual happened, it was bound to be exaggerated. Zhang Qiu didn't dwell on it and picked up a book to read. Suddenly, he glanced around the classroom and noticed several heads quickly ducking down. Zhang Qiu smiled helplessly and continued reading.
During math class, the teacher handed out a paper that was last year's college entrance exam questions. After briefly scanning it, Zhang Qiu suddenly thought it seemed quite easy. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was from Beijing's exam papers; the exercises he usually practiced were more challenging than this.
While working on the problems, Zhang Qiu felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned to see Director Zhao glaring at him with an angry expression.
Zhang Qiu heard the homeroom teacher quietly command, "Come with me."
As soon as Zhao Guohong finished speaking, Zhang Qiu recalled what his deskmate had told him earlier. It seemed that rumors weren't entirely baseless; he might really face some consequences. Regardless, he decided to hear what the director had to say.
Under the watchful eyes of his classmates, Zhang Qiu followed Director Zhao out of the classroom and into the Director's Office. Director Zhao sat down in a chair, leaned back against the backrest, and scrutinized Zhang Qiu. After a while, he finally spoke up, "You are Zhang Qiu, right?"
"Yes," Zhang Qiu nodded. Judging by Director Zhao's demeanor, it seemed he was not here for a friendly chat.
Director Zhao opened the drawer and took out a piece of paper. Zhang Qiu recognized it as a report card. Director Zhao glanced at the report card and then at Zhang Qiu, saying, "I've looked at your grades; they are average." Then, Director Zhao changed his tone, forcefully tapping the report card with his index finger, and continued, "If you had focused all your energy on studying, your grades would surely be better by now. The college entrance exam is approaching, and you're still playing on your phone, causing trouble that brought the police to the school."
"I didn't cause trouble; I just assisted in the investigation. The police let me go once they found out the truth," Zhang Qiu defended himself.
"Didn't cause trouble?" Director Zhao frowned. "You were slandering the government; that's unacceptable. Do you know why your class suddenly got a new Chinese teacher? It's because of the demolition issue!"
So that was the reason for the teacher change. However, Zhang Qiu didn't take Director Zhao's words to heart and replied, "But the police didn't punish me. The school can't punish me just because I went to the police station."
Seeing Zhang Qiu arguing back, Director Zhao's expression darkened immediately. He coldly said, "I don't care how the police handle you. The school will definitely deal with you. Go home and reflect for a week; think carefully about how to study in the future."
"Reflect for a week?" Zhang Qiu asked in surprise. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why should he reflect for such a long time? With graduation classes having such tight schedules, this was impossible!
"Yes, one week. Reflect well at home," Director Zhao insisted.
Seeing Director Zhao's firm demeanor, Zhang Qiu had no choice but to soften his stance and pleaded, "Director, can we skip the reflection? After all, the college entrance exam is coming up, and I'm in the middle of reviewing."
"No way!" Director Zhao shot a fierce glare at Zhang Qiu; he hated it when students tried to bargain with him.
Zhang Qiu felt conflicted. On one hand, he didn't want to fall behind in his review; on the other hand, he felt a sense of injustice. He had been falsely accused and taken to the police station without any consequences but was now being punished at school—just thinking about it felt embarrassing. Suddenly, Zhang Qiu thought of something and asked, "Director, is this decision made by the school?" He noticed that the director only mentioned reflection and did not mention any punishment. According to protocol, if the school decided on something, there would typically be a punishment along with a notice sent to the grade level.
Director Zhao glanced at Zhang Qiu and said, "It's a decision made by the grade level and passed unanimously." This matter hadn't been reported to the principal; of course, the principal would know about it eventually, but if he didn't plan to intervene, handling it at the grade level was a good choice. Director Zhao felt it was necessary to deal with Zhang Qiu. At such a critical time for review, making an example out of Zhang Qiu would help stabilize the grade level for quite some time.
Zhang Qiu didn't care about Director Zhao's unanimous decision; once the director spoke, who would dare disobey? Others were just expressing their opinions; who would be foolish enough to oppose? Similarly, since the director could allow Zhang Qiu to go home, he could also decide not to let him return. The power of decision-making always rested in the director's hands. Since that was the case, there was still room for negotiation; a smile crept onto Zhang Qiu's face.
"What's so funny?" Director Zhao noticed the expression on Zhang Qiu's face. This student, reflecting on his actions, still managed to smile. Looking at what he had done, it was simply disrespectful to the leadership!
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