When Li Meng pushed open the office window, the cherry blossoms at Chunfeng High School were in full bloom. Pink and white petals swirled down the corridor on the March breeze, landing on the lesson plans she had just finished organizing.
Her phone buzzed. Her mother had sent a message: “Mingxuan will arrive this afternoon. Please keep an eye on him.”
She stared at the message for a full half minute, until the bell rang. Her duties as head of the senior-year staff told her she should be happy: her younger brother was finally transferring to the best high school in the city, where he would have the best teachers for the final push. But her instincts as a sister sounded the alarm. Her brother, a little hellion since childhood, was dropping into a graduating class at this critical juncture. It was practically a disaster waiting to happen.
At two in the afternoon, when Li Mingxuan sauntered into Chunfeng High School with his baseball cap crooked and an empty bag slung over one shoulder, Li Meng's premonition came true.
“Hey, sis!” he shouted from halfway across the sports field, drawing countless students' eyes. When he reached her, he casually tried to put an arm around her shoulder. She slapped it away.
“Where's your uniform?”
“In my bag.”
“Your tie?”
“That thing chokes me.”
Li Meng closed her eyes and tried to recall the chapter on correcting adolescent behavior from her educational psychology textbook. Instead, all she could remember were his misdeeds: putting a frog in her schoolbag in primary school, pouring cola into the principal's teacup in middle school, and getting expelled from his previous school in his first year of high school for fighting in a brawl.
“Listen,” she said, enunciating every word. “Here, I'm Teacher Li. In class, we're not siblings. We're teacher and student.”
“Got it, Teach-er Li.” Li Mingxuan drew out the words with a cheeky grin.
On the way to the classroom, Li Meng briefly introduced the students. Qiao Yingzi, top of the year, obsessed with astronomy but kept under strict control by her mother
What did you say? It's not like the book in Tomato
To be honest, I'm not used to this kind of foggy writing style. Xiao Huanxi is just covering up, but the writing is very good, but I can't understand it.