"One Meter Twenty" Was Here

She could remember the answer only because it was "1." It was hard to forget.

"Cheng Ping'an, why aren't you saying anything?"

Looking at Cheng Ping'an, who seemed flustered and didn't dare speak,

Qu Weijun shot him a death glare before calmly saying,

"Knowing the answer alone isn't enough. The process is what matters."

"From now on, you'll also get points for showing your work on exams."

Cheng Ping'an kept his head down, but he didn't agree. His dad had said the process didn't matter; the result was what counted.

It was like having money at home. How the money came about wasn't something he needed to concern himself with.

"Would any of you like to come up and share your solution with the class?"

"Today, we're going to learn how to tell time on a clock."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qu Weijun brought out a clock designed for teaching, with hands that could be turned freely.

"This is a clock. Many of you may never have seen one before."

Qu Weijun wasn't being unfair. These days, probably fewer than half of all households still had a clock like this.

Just as Qu Weijun was about to introduce the second hand, a small figure with a schoolbag on her back appeared at the classroom door.

Candy was quite afraid of her homeroom teacher, though she had no idea why.

That was why, when she reached the classroom door, Candy didn't dare walk straight in. Instead, she stared at her homeroom teacher with wide eyes.

With Mo Xiaoxue watching him like that, Qu Weijun started to feel awkward.

"Ahem... Mo Xiaoxue, you're back? Hurry back to your seat. We're just about to start a new lesson."

"You can ask your classmates about the lessons you missed. Come to