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Hoshino Saori groaned silently in her heart, as if stung by that overly warm and upright light. She quickly looked away and focused her attention on the paper in her hand.
There were twenty math problems neatly listed on it.
Her lips twitched slightly, and she glanced back at Yatohime's scroll in the back seat, unwilling to give up.
There are only ten questions above.
She couldn't help but ask the crucial question: "Why do I have more math problems than you?!"
Yato-hime shrugged and said, "Didn't the teacher say that he would take special care of you?"
"I don't want this kind of treatment at all!"
Hoshino Saori complained that this was definitely Aozawa's way of deliberately suppressing her, the future philosophical giant.
She immediately grabbed her pen, not to solve the problem, but to think about what kind of groundbreaking literary work she could use to express her inner indignation and her resistance to the teacher's "hegemony".
With this in mind, inspiration suddenly flowed out like a spring.
She quickly bent down and began to write furiously in the blank spaces of the homework paper.
Haha, teacher, did you see that?
That's the spirit of a philosopher! Never give up!
Chapter 60 Respect for Teachers
The bell for morning self-study rang crisply, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, and the last whispers in the classroom fell silent.
Qingze appeared at the classroom door on time.
"stand up!"
Yuki Maeda's clear voice broke the silence.
All the girls in the class stood up in response, bowed forward in unison, and said, "Good morning, Teacher Qingze."
"Good morning."
Qingze responded with a smile and stepped onto the podium.
His gaze swept over the group of youthful faces below the stage, and he said, "I believe everyone has received the assignments distributed by Maeda. Now, let's begin."
As soon as the words were spoken, the once quiet classroom was immediately filled with the "scratching" sound of pencils scratching across paper, like silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.
Instead of sitting down behind the podium, Qingze put his hands behind his back and began to slowly patrol the aisles between the desks.
He finally stopped in the second-to-last row by the window.
The man remained energetic, but instead of mathematical formulas, his pen was writing a literary masterpiece in the making.
The blank space on the front of the paper had already been filled in, and now she was writing furiously on the back.
Hoshino Saori was completely unaware that someone was standing next to her. She suddenly felt a chill run down her back, as if the air conditioning in the classroom had been turned on.
But it's still clearly springtime!
She turned her head blankly, and the first thing she saw was a white T-shirt.
Her gaze moved upwards and met Qingze's expressionless face and his cold eyes staring at her.
"hiss--!"
Hoshino Saori shuddered, instantly realizing the source of the chill, and felt the coldness quickly transform into a kind of intense pressure.
It was as if a volcano on the verge of eruption stood beside her.
My life is over!
These four words flashed through her mind.
She swallowed hard, a hint of guilt flickering in her large, clear eyes.
Qingze simply stared coldly at the girl in front of him.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her delicate, porcelain-doll-like face was now plastered with a fawning smile, trying to get away with it, just like a child who knew she had gotten into trouble.
But she clearly has no intention of changing.
Qingze didn't speak, but continued to stare at him with a silent and extremely oppressive gaze.
Under this silent pressure, the young Saori Hoshino ultimately succumbed.
With some reluctance, she took out her workbook from her schoolbag, tore off a blank page, turned over the page with math problems, and began to diligently copy the questions.
She comforted herself in her heart.
This is not about giving in; it's simply that as a student, it's only right to show the necessary respect to the teacher.
Even philosophers shouldn't be too unconventional.
Even the renowned Nietzsche held his teacher Schopenhauer in high esteem.
Thinking about it this way, she straightened her back a bit.
Qingze silently watched her, and only after confirming that this "philosopher" was finally going to return to the embrace of mathematics did he continue to walk forward and survey the area.
To some extent, managing a girl like Hoshino Saori, who suffers from severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), is far more difficult than managing a delinquent girl like Yatohime.
At least Yato-hime is reasonable; she only throws her fists at those who are unreasonable and arrogant.
However, on second thought, in this society that values rules, a personality like Yatohime's, who is used to solving problems with her fists, will indeed be a thorny issue in the future.
Changing her is by no means easy; her personality is as hard as forged steel.
As Qingze pondered these thoughts, he continued to stroll through the classroom.
……
Time slipped away quietly amidst the scratching of the pen.
Yuki Maeda put down her pen and let out a soft sigh of relief.
She successfully completed her twelve math problems, feeling no fatigue whatsoever, but rather a surge of exhilarating satisfaction.
These twelve questions were just the right level of difficulty for her; not too easy, but certainly not impossible. They were the kind of questions that, with careful thought, she could deduce the answers step by step.
To be honest, solving these kinds of problems can easily bring a sense of accomplishment.
This also shows how much care Qingze put into selecting these questions.
She looked up and glanced at her classmates. She noticed that the initial complaints and resistance on their faces had disappeared, replaced by excitement and satisfaction from focusing on solving the problem.
People used to dislike math mostly because the problems were too difficult and they didn't know where to start.
However, these tailor-made questions fall precisely within their respective abilities, allowing them to arrive at the answers through their own efforts, and even confidently believe that their answers are all correct.
This experience undoubtedly brings immense satisfaction.
Perhaps this can really ignite everyone's enthusiasm for learning mathematics.
Thinking of this, Yuuki Maeda felt a surge of admiration for Aozawa.
This teacher is not only highly responsible, but also has such excellent teaching skills. He truly deserves to be a graduate of the University of Tokyo.
The "Saintess of Light" label above her head was now emitting a barely perceptible green light.
The light flowed and merged slowly, as if it possessed a life of its own.
Suddenly, a faint green light, as if guided, shot precisely towards Qingze, who was patrolling the back of the classroom.
His steps paused slightly.
A sense of perception that was clearer and sharper than before instantly flowed throughout his body.
Unlike the previous simple expansion of his perception range, this enhancement makes his perception more "imaging-like".
If he could previously "know" what the people behind him were doing through his senses, now it was as if he had grown a pair of eyes in the back of his head that, though blurry, could indeed "see" images.
What a great feeling!
He cheered inwardly, glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized that there was very little time left for morning self-study.
Qingze walked back to the podium, glanced at the audience, and noticed that a few girls had not yet finished, so he waited patiently.
After a while, even Hoshino Saori put down her pencil.
Qingze said, "Now that everyone has finished, please pass on your assignments from back to front."
Yatohime handed her homework sheet from behind, and Hoshino Saori took it and passed it along with her own to the student in the front row.
The paper was passed around like a relay race, all the way to the front.
Maeda Yuki stood up and handed a neatly stacked pile of homework papers to Aozawa with both hands.
He took the stack of homework, turned around, and left the classroom.
As soon as Qingze disappeared, the tense atmosphere in the classroom instantly relaxed and became lively and noisy again.
After morning self-study, Nagato High School usually allows a five-minute break before the first class officially begins.
Chapter 61 Door-to-Door Service Commission
After class, teachers usually stay in the staff room to rest and prepare lessons, and rarely go out.
Qingze was one of them before.
But ever since those "labels" appeared, he has developed a habit of wandering around the campus, especially the school library.
He had to "inspect" the area almost every day, hoping to find a book with a gold label.
Of all the colored labels, his desire for the gold label was the most intense, for it represented magic.
However, the gold label is something that can only be obtained by chance.
He left the library empty-handed and walked down the stairs.
My gaze swept across the noisy fourth-floor corridor, but I didn't see any girls wearing labels, so I continued downstairs.
Arriving at the main corridor on the first floor, it was even more lively, with a constant stream of girls coming and going.
Just then, his gaze was drawn to a figure standing in front of the vending machine.
The girl had a blue tag prominently displayed on her head.