When they heard Rong Zhi was coming to teach this weekend, several class directors in the office almost got into a fight.
"First, teach Class One. Class One progresses fast and absorbs quickly. After one lesson, they will definitely gain a lot!"
The one who spoke first was Teacher Mo, the newly appointed class director of Class One. As for Zhou Zhongming, he had already resigned after last year's math competition.
Yu Nian was uncompromising, slapped the table, and seriously said, "No way! Rong Zhi originally belongs to Class Two. It's only natural she teaches Class Two first."
"Teacher Yu, it's precisely because Rong Zhi is too familiar with your Class Two. She should meet other new classmates."
Seeing the class directors quarreling endlessly, only the Class Sixteen director was quietly munching sunflower seeds in the corner: "What's the use of arguing? There are four lessons. Better arrange early instead of wasting time."
"You are right."
