On the surface, the school didn't allow students to be split into experimental and regular classes.
But after a while, everyone came to realize that wasn't really the case.
Students, teachers, and parents alike.
The first, second, and third classes in each grade were all widely recognized as experimental classes.
Candy walked over and glanced at her homeroom teacher, who was focused on a student's homework on her desk—or, more precisely, on the student's homework. She called out softly.
"Teacher, my classmate said you wanted to see me."
"Oh? Mo Xiaoxue. That's right, I wanted to ask you a few questions. Don't be nervous; I just want to get to know you a little."
Clearly, Candy didn't believe her.
There were so many students in the class. Why had she picked Candy in particular?
Setting down the workbook in her hands, Candy's homeroom teacher rubbed her temples and casually asked,
"I heard you've already taught yourself college-level material. Is that true?"
Candy asked in surprise, "Teacher, who told you that?"
The principal, of course. But Candy's homeroom teacher didn't say that aloud. Instead, she changed tack.
"Your teachers have mentioned that you often read calculus books in class."
"So I called you in to ask whether you'd be interested in joining the Youth Class."
Candy said with a troubled look, "Teacher, I'm not interested. My brother says you should do what's right for your age. Your years in middle and high school are supposed to be happy memories."
At the same time, Mo Jingchun, who was sipping tea in the office, sneezed out of nowhere.
Seeing the resolve in Mo Xiaoxue's eyes, her homeroom teacher, Liang Shen, didn't press her further.
Personally, Liang Shen naturally didn't want to lose the class's best student.
But professionally, he couldn't decide a student's