Chapter 1: The King of Chinese Education?

"So, you mean to say that when it's time for class you suddenly show up in a giant stadium to play football?"

In the office of the second grade group of Qingshan Middle School, Chen Bingru sat in the office chair and looked at Jiang Yuan in front of her:
"And there are tens of thousands of live audiences cheering for you?"

Jiang Yuan touched his nose and tried to explain to Chen Bingru:
"Um... Teacher, to be precise, it was a professional game! This morning, I scored the winning goal in overtime, and our head coach was so surprised that he knelt on the ground! Tens of thousands of people on the court shouted my name together! Do you know how that feels? It was so cool!"

As Jiang Yuan spoke, his tone became excited. He leaned his hands on the wooden desk and unconsciously moved his upper body towards Chen Bingru, fearing that Chen Bingru did not understand what he meant.

"This is really weird! This is the first time I've met a student like you. You can even tell you everything about my dreams while sleeping in class!"

"Snapped!"

Chen Bingru threw Jiang Yuan's answer sheet on the table. Her head tilted slightly downward, and her brass reading glasses slid down to the bottom of her nose.

Then he looked at Jiang Yuan with his eyes rolled upwards, which looked like something out of a horror movie.

Jiang Yuan knew why he was called to the office without even looking at the answer sheet. He had written this monthly exam paper bit by bit with his own hands last week, and he knew best what it looked like.

"Oh! Teacher, you know I have to train every afternoon, which makes me exhausted both physically and mentally. It's normal for my grades to decline a little!"

Jiang Yuan had a serious expression and tried to explain to Chen Bingru. He had a trick to deal with this situation: appeal to the teacher's emotions and reason. In short, he would just give a bunch of random explanations and wait until the teacher got impatient, then Jiang Yuan could leave.

"So, this is why you filled in 'blank' in all 10 grammar questions?"

Chen Bingru pointed to the top of the second page of the answer sheet. There were 10 red lines with the word "empty" on them. If you didn't know, you might think Jiang Yuan was participating in a calligraphy competition.

If we judge based on the font, it should still be a cursive writing competition.

"Forehead……"

Jiang Yuan licked his lips, not knowing what to say.

"Professional competition? It feels great to have thousands of people cheering for you, right? Do you want me to throw you to the Political Education Department and criticize you in front of the whole school during the flag-raising ceremony next Monday, so you can feel good?"

Chen Bingru has been teaching at Qingshan Middle School for 20 years and is known for her strictness. This time, she does not seem to be prepared to show mercy to Jiang Yuan.

"It's not necessary, it's not necessary!"

Jiang Yuan quickly begged for mercy:

"How can Mr. Chen waste such precious time on me alone?"

Chen Bingru picked up her transparent thermos cup and took a big sip of tea.

It is worth mentioning that the tea leaves and water in the thermos are almost 50-50. She is probably the only one in the office who would drink such strong tea.

"You know my time is precious, don't you? You should know that I teach two classes, so I have to teach at least four classes a day. When I'm busy, I have to teach six classes a day!"

Chen Bingru sighed, and her wrinkled face showed fatigue everywhere.

"I have to go to 15 classes every day and I don't complain..."

"What did you say?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I mean, teacher, you really work very hard. You made me deeply feel the greatness of the teaching profession!"

"I have wanted to be a teacher since I was a child, and contribute to society like you!"

The rumors were true, every teacher had sharp ears, and Jiang Yuan's quiet muttering just now was heard. Fortunately, Jiang Yuan reacted quickly, and immediately flattered Chen Bingru to the sky.

"Hey, it's true!"

Everything was within Jiang Yuan's calculations. Old women just need to be praised. If it doesn't work, then it must be because the praise is not enough!
"Teacher knows that it's not easy for you, so let me just give you a warning this time."

As he spoke, Chen Bingru took out a pen and began writing quickly on the paper.

The content is very simple: Jiang Yuan from Class 5 () of Senior High School has a bad attitude towards study. It is recommended that he be given a warning. Teacher: Chen Bingru

This is the tradition of Qingshan Middle School. The teacher only needs a piece of paper to send the students to hell.

amount……

It's okay, at least I won't be criticized! Jiang Yuan couldn't help shivering at the thought of almost being criticized in front of the whole school.

Being criticized in a notice is different from scoring a goal. Jiang Yuan can't just slide on his knees in front of all the students in the school to celebrate his punishment, right?
"I will hand this note to the Political and Educational Department. You go back first," said Chen Bingru.

Chen Bingru waved her hand and started to busy herself with her own things. The monthly exam had just ended last week and she still had a lot of work to do.

"Good Le!"

As Jiang Yuan left, he did not forget to take two pieces of bubble gum from the physics teacher and started chewing them.

This kind of snack is quite precious in boarding high schools. Most people who want to get snacks can only ask day students for help.

But Jiang Yuan is different. Judging from how often he comes to the office, he can probably eat most of the snacks from these young teachers alone.

"Ah...young people nowadays, why don't you just study hard? Why do you have to have such unrealistic dreams?"

After Jiang Yuan left, Chen Bingru started nagging in the office.

……

Jiang Yuan ran upstairs and just as he returned to the classroom, he was greeted with a round of teasing by Wu Junrong.

"Jiang Yuan, which teacher has the honor to invite you today?"

"Here, take it."

Jiang Yuan didn't care. He gave Wu Junrong a piece of bubble gum and then sat down in his seat.

His position is very unique, a single table in the last row next to the door, and behind him is the trash can that accompanies him day and night.

Although he didn't have a deskmate, Jiang Yuan wouldn't be too bored because he had Wu Junrong, his deskmate in front of him, who often teased him.

"It has to be you!"

Wu Junrong's eyes lit up when he saw the bubble gum. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he remembered something. "Whose desk did this come from? Could it be Yang Huan? This morning I saw Yang Huan carrying a large bag of bubble gum to the office. It seemed like it was a reward for outstanding students in this monthly exam. Would it be bad for us to eat it like this?"

"What are you worried about? Am I not good enough? I do the eye exercises on time every night. Can you find another person like me in this class?"

Jiang Yuan retorted that he was telling the truth. Every day before the third evening self-study class, there would be 5 minutes of eye exercises.

Class 5 is a key class, and basically everyone will use the 5 minutes to write tests, read books, etc.

Only Jiang Yuan has maintained the good habit of doing eye exercises every day for several semesters. He was even praised by the principal during his inspection last week!

"Yeah, haha!"

After hearing what Jiang Yuan said, Wu Junrong immediately felt relieved. He peeled off the wrapper and put the bubble gum into his mouth, then immediately spit it out.

"The teacher is here, the teacher is here!" Yu Zuoshuai shouted loudly. As the sentinel of the class, he can always save his classmates from danger at critical moments.

The originally bustling classroom suddenly became silent. The next second, Hou Zhongping walked into the classroom. He didn't say much and started writing chemical equations as soon as he entered the classroom.

Today's class schedule is written on the right side of the blackboard, and there is a small blackboard hanging above it.

There were a few big words written on it: October 2014, 10, 14 days left until the college entrance examination.

The red regular script font gives people a sense of oppression that goes straight to the heart and makes people feel breathless.

With the arrival of Hou Zhongping, the class was essentially over. The students in the class quickly opened their textbooks and did their homework.

Only Jiang Yuan's style was different. There was a math book on his desk, placed upside down, and it had been there since the math class in the morning.

There is a card stuck on the lower left corner of the desk - Cristiano Ronaldo's amazing long shot at the Dragon Stadium.

This goal was later named the best goal of the first Puskas Award, and it is also the best goal in Jiang Yuan's heart.

The chemistry class began, but Jiang Yuan had no intention of taking out his chemistry book. As a sports student in the class, Jiang Yuan would basically not receive any attention from the teacher.

Jiang Yuan took out a contact lens case and put on his contact lenses right under the supervision of the chemistry teacher.

Then he squatted down and slipped out through the back door.

"Hey, wait!"

As soon as Jiang Yuan stepped out of the classroom with his left foot, he remembered something.

I saw him running upstairs quickly, and then looking around furtively at the door of the Political and Educational Department.

After confirming that there was no one inside, Jiang Yuan pushed the door open and found the small note written by Chen Bingru on a table near the door.

Jiang Yuan quickly crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can with a "pop".

Punish yourself.

Any questions?

……

Walking alone on the way back to the dormitory during class time, there was still a whole class period before the afternoon training, but Jiang Yuan couldn't wait.

It’s a long story, but he actually traveled through time, and just came here yesterday.

In his previous life, he chose the path of the cultural college entrance examination.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yuan did not perform well in the final college entrance examination and only entered an ordinary university to study an ordinary major.

The turning point of fate happened in February 2024. Jiang Yuan, who was traveling in Tokyo, watched Miami International's trip to Japan. Unable to bear it any longer, Jiang Yuan rushed into the stadium pretending to ask for an autograph, but actually kicked Messi to the ground.

On the first night after returning to China, Jiang Yuan was hit by Mei Jingjing's car, which led to his rebirth in high school.

Now that Jiang Yuan has returned to the age of 16, he has only one thought in his mind, to make up for the regrets of his previous life.

“I want to play professional football!”

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the dormitory, Jiang Yuan shouted.

But suddenly a strange voice came from his mind.

[Sensing the host's determination, the King of Ball system is triggered! 】

What the hell?

Just as Jiang Yuan was puzzled, the system's voice came again.

[Detecting the host's location...]

[Choosing a suitable template for the host...]

[Leo Yosi "Prison 2" template]

["Football Elf" Ronaldinho Template]

【Mamba "what can I say" template】

[Winger ceiling "Gold Edge" template]

[“French Supercar” Mbappe Template]

……

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the incomplete template of Kylian Mbappe]

?

What the hell!

……

　New author, please collect!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)