A "Hello, Teacher!"

Mo Jingchun stood awkwardly at the front, and no one paid him any attention. Mo Jingchun silently sighed, carrying his backpack and canvas bag, and walked towards the back along the steps, sensibly looking for a row with no one in it.

Don't be fooled by the several rows where only one person was sitting; on those empty desks, there was either a book or just a pen.

Fortunately, he had arrived relatively early, and there was no one behind the seventh row. There were also no strange items occupying the desks.

Mo Jingchun put down his heavy backpack, and just as he was about to sit down and relax, he was called out by a male classmate in the row in front.

"Hey? Wait! Don't sit down!"

Mo Jingchun looked at his classmate with a puzzled expression. Why couldn't he sit down? Had this seat been taken too? No way! There was clearly nothing on the desk. If this counted as occupied, it would be too much.

Zhang Wende, wearing glasses and looking like someone from a scholarly family, pointed at the desk where Mo Jingchun had placed his backpack, then pointed at the seat Mo Jingchun hadn't had time to sit in and said, "The classroom must have been cleaned not long ago. There's a layer of dust on the desks and chairs."

Mo Jingchun was stunned for a moment. The next second, he habitually extended a finger and drew a line on the desk.

Well, there was a thick layer of dust on his fingerprint. Mo Jingchun rubbed it with his other fingers a few times before the dust on his finger was wiped off.

Mo Jingchun smiled at the classmate who reminded him and said, "Thank you, classmate." Mo Jingchun still remembered that this classmate's last name was Zhang, but he really couldn't remember his full name.

"You're welcome, it was just a small thing. My name is Zhang Wende."

"Mo Jingchun."

Zhang Wende said meaningfully, "I know you, Mo Jingchun."

Mo Jingchun, who didn't know the truth, just nodded. Mo Jingchun thought Zhang Wende had just remembered his name when he introduced himself.

People with unique characteristics are always more likely to be noticed. Thinking about it, no one was more likely to be noticed than Mo Jingchun, who was holding a child.

Given this, wasn't it normal for his classmates to remember his name? Besides, his name itself was very easy to remember.

Mo Jingchun.

"Don't be startled by the wine, spring sleeps heavily; gambling books dispels the tea's fragrance, at that time, it was just considered ordinary."

After Zhang Wende reminded Mo Jingchun, the two only chatted briefly before Zhang Wende turned back and looked at his textbook.

Mo Jingchun took out a wet wipe from the wet wipe box in his canvas bag, the kind he usually used to wipe his sister Candy's little bottom, and began to clean the dust off the desk and chair.

After wiping twice, the originally clean wet wipe had changed color, turning gray. The area where his finger pressed down looked even more like black.

Looking at the two empty seats next to him, Mo Jingchun thought for a moment and took out another wet wipe from the wet wipe box.

After cleaning everything, Mo Jingchun finally sat down contentedly. Then, from a pile of books, he found the textbook he would need later, C Language Programming and Basics.

There were still more than ten minutes until class started. All the students arrived at the classroom one after another, found their seats, and sat down. He didn't know if he was a little handsome today, but two girls directly sat in the seats next to him, the two empty seats he had wiped.

Shy Mo Jingchun was very happy in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any expression of joy on his face, not even daring to look at them more than a few times.

More often, Mo Jingchun's eyes would be focused on the first row, specifically, on his sister Candy.

Just then, Mo Jingchun looked in astonishment as the class monitor, Yang Xiaoyu, took out an apple from her backpack. There were still wet droplets on the apple, clearly indicating that Yang Xiaoyu had already washed it in the dormitory.

Mo Jingchun was just short of getting up and running over to snatch his sister Candy back. Giving such a large apple to Candy, who only had four small baby teeth, wasn't that a joke? If her baby teeth fell out, who would Mo Jingchun complain to? He couldn't possibly blame the kind class monitor, Yang Xiaoyu, could he?

Just as Mo Jingchun was about to get up, the class monitor, Yang Xiaoyu, as if by magic, had a spoon in her other hand. No matter how Mo Jingchun looked or thought about it, he felt this was a premeditated and planned action.

Candy, who was being held by another female classmate, had a world in her big eyes that was now only filled with the apple in front of her.

Ding-a-ling~

Ding-a-ling~

As the class bell rang, the girls reluctantly returned to their seats. At the doorway, a professor with a full head of silver hair, looking quite robust, walked into the classroom holding a teacup.

Besides the thermos cup filled with strong tea, the old professor held nothing else. Textbooks? Non-existent.

Just as the old professor stepped into the classroom, a female voice echoed in the empty classroom. Mo Jingchun knew whose voice it was! It was too familiar! The class monitor, Yang Xiaoyu!

"Stand up!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, whether it was students from this class, students from other classes, or Professor Chen Xihe who had just entered the lecture hall.

But the students, like Mo Jingchun, were only stunned for a moment. That familiar feeling, etched into their bones, returned.

After the command "Stand up," all the students stood up. Everyone simultaneously and respectfully called out, "Hello, Teacher!"

There was no shyness, no hesitation, it was so natural, so perfectly uniform.

How loud is the sound of nearly 200 people? Mo Jingchun felt that at least this entire building could hear it, perhaps even further.

Chen Xihe walked to the podium, put down the thermos cup in his hand, and bowed in return.

"Hello, students!"

Chen Xihe felt very happy today. When he returned to the office, he could brag to the other old guys for a whole day.

Perhaps it was Mo Jingchun and the others who took the lead, as a series of uniform "Hello, Teacher" sounds came from outside the door.

The students sat down sparsely, and the chairs in the lecture hall made a series of noises, but Chen Xihe felt that this sound was very beautiful.

After everyone had sat down and the lecture hall became quiet again, Mo Jingchun kept a smile on his face.

"You are all lovely children, and you are the future pillars of the country. Perhaps in just a few years, among you, there will be the pillars of the country, the mainstays of the country."

"Don't think it's impossible." Chen Xihe forcefully knocked on the table, making a loud bang.

"Perhaps, that person is you!"

"Let me introduce myself. My surname is Chen, and my full name is Chen Xihe. Teaching and educating people is half of my hobby. I don't have any other hobbies, I just enjoy the sense of pride after cultivating talented individuals!"

"To use a phrase you've all heard until your ears are calloused, today you are proud of the school, and tomorrow the school will be proud of you. I also hope that every student present can become a pillar of talent that makes your teachers proud."

All the students listened carefully to every word the teacher said. When they heard the words about the school being proud of them and making the teacher proud, they couldn't help but think in their minds.

Can I really do that?