Chapter 1787: Chapter 983: Action Speaks Louder Than Words

An Chan was not in a good mood.

Last night, she bumped her car into an electric bike and compensated the owner with 800 yuan.

The front of her car was also dented.

It was a BMW Series 3 her father bought for her, a luxury car with high repair costs, restoring it would cost at least a few thousand yuan.

It seemed like a hint from fate, suggesting her choice was wrong, and thinking of this cast a shadow over An Chan’s heart.

However, as a young teacher with outstanding abilities, An Chan still perked up to face her new career.

In the corridor, Gao Heshuai from the same office greeted her with the kindest smile, "Hello, Teacher An!"

Teacher An was quite beautiful, very much fitting the two-dimensional image Gao Heshuai liked most, he felt like he’d seen the light this time.

"Hello." An Chan politely responded.

Gao Heshuai rolled up his sleeves, looking like a helpful person: "If you encounter any trouble, just give me a shout!"

"There shouldn’t be any issues." An Chan declined gracefully.

"By the way, didn’t Director Yan tell you? If a little girl sleeps in class in Class 8, don’t bother her." Gao Heshuai explained, "And, there’s a student who loves holding a basketball; don’t make him stand as punishment, because he’ll sneak away. I suggest you confiscate his basketball to the podium..."

An Chan: "You’ve got an interesting way of speaking."

Gao Heshuai was thrilled by the praise, bid farewell, and returned to his reign in Class 9.

At that moment, in Class 8, a commotion rose: "She’s coming, she’s coming!"

As An Chan walked into the classroom, countless gazes intertwined towards her.

She didn’t quite look like a teacher but rather a young college student, with one side of her hair tucked behind her ear, the other side naturally falling, accentuating her delicate features.

A plain long sleeve and ripped jeans complemented her graceful figure, not as striking as Yun Tingting but just right, not like Guo Ran’s friendly demeanor, but with a hint of aloofness and distance in her expression.

Guo Kunnan’s mind was shaken, he couldn’t help but shout: "Everyone, stand up!"

He stood up first, bowing to the teacher!

Dan Kaiquan pulled him: "Brother Nan, I know you’re eager, but you don’t have to be!"

Guo Kunnan then remembered that their Class 8 didn’t have the habit of standing up to welcome teachers.

But it didn’t matter, he led alone: "Hello, Teacher!"

An Chan pressed down with her palm: "I know you’re the biology class rep."

Guo Kunnan, feeling rewarded, quickly sat down.

An Chan stood stable at the podium, first scanning the room; her eyes widened slightly, was this classroom so well-equipped? It even had two water dispensers.

She continued scanning and then met a shocked face.

Han Wen Nuan couldn’t help but turn back to look at Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi was stunned, ’Damn, did I extort money from the teacher?’

Teacher An Chan was equally astonished; the person who asked for compensation last night turned out to be her student?

This was getting interesting.

An Chan buried the thought, turned around, and wrote "An Chan" on the blackboard.

"Hello, students, I’m An Chan, and from now on, I’ll be your biology teacher." Her voice was measured and pleasant.

After An Chan finished her introduction, Wang Longlong stood up voluntarily: "Teacher An, do you want me to introduce the class status to you?"

"Sure."

Wang Longlong cleared his throat and gestured toward Dong Qingfeng: "He is our class’s study committee member, Dong Qingfeng. However, for daily communication, you can contact biology class rep, Guo Kunnan."

Dong Qingfeng: ’Damn it.’

"This is our life committee member Hu Jun."

"Literary committee member Shen Qing’e."

"Class president Yu Wen." Wang Longlong quickly continued.

The next second, he suddenly paused: "And then, managing all the class affairs is me, Wang Longlong, and mind you, I’m not the class president, but when it comes to duty arrangements, discipline maintenance, class fee supervision, and class strategy, basically all the big and small things are under my management."

"For instance, even something small like a trash can..."

At first, An Chan thought this student was very enthusiastic, but Wang Longlong went on introducing for five minutes and still continued incessantly: "I’m not the sun of Class 8; I’m just a light chaser. However, the honor and disgrace of this class lie with me alone, bearing no complaint, giving my all, and working tirelessly till the end..."

An Chan couldn’t take it; she still had to conduct her class!

An Chan finally interrupted: "Student, student, you’re a very responsible person."

Wang Longlong was still unsatisfied: "Thank you, teacher, for recognizing my work."

Finally, the class could proceed smoothly.

An Chan said: "I heard from your Mr. Gao that you’re studying Compulsory 3’s ’Steadiness and Environment,’ just starting on ecosystem stability, right?"

"Alright, everyone, open your books."

An Chan began teaching, and even Duan Shigang, who typically underperformed, pulled out a fresh textbook: "Biology is great, biology is great!"

An Chan was a student from East China Normal University. Though she was a recent graduate, her teaching skills were excellent. However, after teaching for half a class, she suddenly realized this class had quite a few issues.

Sleeping Xue Yuantong, self-studying Chen Qian, ball-juggling Wu Xiaoqi, secretly watching videos Cui Yu Meng Gui...

Yet, An Chan’s least favorable impression was of Zhang Chi, who extorted her money.

"Due to domestic sewage discharge, lake ecosystems lead to eutrophication. Researchers introduced filter-feeding fish like silver carp for ecological restoration, which proved more effective when simultaneously planting emergent plants such as reeds and cattails compared to introducing fish alone."

"Can any student explain the reason from the perspective of material cycling?"

Below, Dong Qingfeng, wearing a smile, gracefully raised his hand: "I can do it."

Duan Shigang and others cursed: ’Damn, you think you’re hot stuff because you study well?’

’What are you trying to show off?’

However, An Chan didn’t agree.

She glanced over the student seating chart at the podium, smiling: "Zhang Chi, you answer."