Ring, ring, ring!
The class bell rang.
The second period that morning was English, and all the students of Class 3-4 suddenly felt a sense of dread.
In the past, teachers had always been afraid of them. When had they ever been afraid of a teacher?
Creak.
The classroom door was pushed open, and Jiang Hao walked in with a smile. After setting down his briefcase, he said, "Today will still be dictation. Take out your paper and pens. Same rules as last time: for every ten words you get wrong, copy them out once."
Rustle, rustle.
Everyone hurriedly took out paper and pens.
Jiang Hao began reading word by word, sentence by sentence.
"People need dreams. Dreams give you the motivation to move forward. Without dreams, your life has no direction. At some point in your life, you must fight for your dreams. Do not lock your dreams away. Run toward what you love. If you fall, get back up. If you cannot get back up, then crawl forward."
"There is not that much luck in life. Confusion and hardship are life's normal state. If you give up after one setback, wallow in self-pity, and willingly sink into depravity, no one can help you—not even your parents. Only by regaining your confidence can you forge ahead."
"Do not betray your youth. Do not be a melodramatic child. I hope you can become strong, optimistic, and diligent, instead of falling into the abyss for a tiny scrap of pathetic attention."
"Lastly," Jiang Hao said this sentence in Japanese, "lastly, write down your dreams and hand them in with the rest. Who knows? Maybe I can help you achieve them."
Many people looked at Jiang Hao. This was not really a textbook passage, but simply an essay trying to persuade them.