"real?"

Lu Zhan suddenly became so happy that he almost broke his pen.

"Really. I heard from the dean of students that he is still downstairs." said the teacher who announced the good news.

Song Yiyuan was preparing to read the essay. When he heard this, his mind moved and he raised his head and asked: "Which group is the special prize?"

The teacher was startled: "I didn't ask that."

There were several teachers in the office. They all smiled when they heard what was said and participated in the conversation happily.

"Don't even think about it, it must be Wen Yingxue's group."

"They are the only ones with this strength."

They sighed a few words, and then a teacher who had little trouble with Song Yiyuan came over and deliberately asked: "Teacher Song, you don't think Mo Qing and the others have any hope of winning the special prize, do you?"

"I can't say for sure." Although Song Yiyuan was worried in his heart, he didn't give up on his face. He said with a playful smile, "The dean has also disclosed the results, so everything is possible. Teacher Liu, do you think so?"

Teacher Liu sneered: "It seems that Teacher Song has great expectations for Mo Qing and the others."

"It's necessary." Old God Song Yiyuan was here, "They are the top three in the city."

When this was mentioned, the expressions of all the teachers present changed slightly.

Mo Qing, whom none of them were optimistic about, had won the first place in the city some time ago. Although it was only a joint examination, it was enough to prove Mo Qing's strength.

However, the joint entrance examination is one thing, and the competition is another.

The trio of Mo Qing were all self-taught and had not received any formal guidance. The rest of the group had been carefully trained by Lu Zhan and were definitely not on the same level.

What's more, I heard that this year's competition questions are difficult enough for even college students.

"I heard that someone in our school won the national special prize in the modeling competition?" Another teacher smelled the smell of melon and came over, "Teacher Lu, congratulations, you will treat us to a big dinner tonight."

Lu Zhan's lips curled up: "You decide the location."

Obviously, in his opinion, there is only one possibility that "Wen Yingxue's three groups will win the special prize".

After hearing what he said, the teachers who were still a little unsure immediately put aside their doubts and responded one after another.

"Then we won't be polite."

"Teacher Lu, congratulations."

"Teacher Lu is still very generous."

"I win the national award every year. It's so difficult this year, but I also won the special award. Teacher Lu, with your teaching performance, you might be awarded a special teacher next year. That will be the youngest special teacher in our school."

…

One after another, they praised Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan found it extremely helpful, and his mood, which had been dull all morning, finally improved.

Song Yiyuan looked at this scene with an extremely disdainful expression.

——What kind of stuff are they talking about? Every word they say sounds worse than the next.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think: Why is the dean's legs and feet slower than the old man's? It took him enough time to drink a pot of tea.

"Teacher Song." Teacher Li handed over a cup of tea with a smile, "Take a sip to cool down the fire."

Song Yiyuan frowned and said with great disappointment: "Teacher Li, as my role model, do you want to add insult to injury at this time?"

"It's serious." Teacher Li put away his gloating attitude and said righteously, "I'm afraid that you will get angry and get carried away by unrealistic delusions."

With that said, he brought the tea to Song Yiyuan: "Drink some."

"You are no longer my role model."

Song Yiyuan snorted proudly, took the tea in Teacher Li's hand, raised his head and drank it all.

"Don't be discouraged." Teacher Li patted Song Yiyuan's shoulder and reassured, "Isn't it just a competition? If you don't win a prize, you don't win a prize. After all, Mo Qing also gave you a try in the joint examination, didn't he?"

When this matter was mentioned, Song Yiyuan became proud again.

Song Yiyuan put down the tea cup and said with a dancing eyebrow: "Teacher Li, do you regret it very much?"

Teacher Li asked: "What do you regret?"

Song Yiyuan was proud of himself: "When school started, I gave Mo Qing, a good young boy, to our Class 7."

"..." Teacher Li didn't know why Song Yiyuan took a time bomb like Mo Qing as a treasure. He shook his head and sighed, "The only thing I regret is that Min Chang ran away with Mo Qing."

"Hey." Song Yiyuan expressed disbelief.

Teacher Li glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid that Mo Qing will explode?"

Song Yiyuan was full of confidence: "I'm not afraid."

As a senior, Teacher Li gave him a very practical advice: "Bow God more often. I hope she won't cause you any trouble in the next six months."

Song Yiyuan curled his lips and ignored him.

"You can't get in the oil and salt." Teacher Li pointed at him. There was really nothing he could do.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, and the office suddenly fell silent.

The dean stood at the door and glanced inside: "It's so lively, what are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about the special prize in the competition." Teacher Liu took over with a smile.

The office was filled with a happy and relaxed atmosphere, but the dean was not excited at all. Instead, he had drooped eyebrows and seemed unhappy.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Li was the first to notice something strange. "Is someone lying about military information?"

The dean shook his head and said in a low voice: "No."

Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said: "It was a false alarm. Teacher Lu, the special prize did not escape."

Lu Zhan was also secretly relieved.

"The special prize goes to the team of Mo Qing, Shen Qi, and Min Chang." The teaching director said this expressionlessly, and then looked at Song Yiyuan with a complicated expression.

"Oh yeah!"

As if he had won a prize, Song Yiyuan jumped up from the chair, stepped on the chair, grabbed Teacher Li's shoulders, and said ecstatically: "Teacher Li! Teacher Li! Did you hear that?! Mo Qing

group!"

Teacher Li was stunned for a moment, feeling like he was being torn apart. He frowned and said, "Be gentle."

Song Yiyuan ignored it and continued to shout: "Mo Qing's team!"

Teacher Li: "I heard it."

"Team Mo Qing!" Song Yiyuan continued to blather, "Do you regret it or not?"

Teacher Li: "..."

He regrets it.

He regretted it very much.

He regretted very much that he had just approached Song Yiyuan.

——Isn’t this deliberately looking for trouble for yourself?

In the huge office, except for Song Yiyuan, who was extremely excited, the other teachers were in extremely complicated moods.

The instructor of Mo Qing's group was named Song Yiyuan. They had just been sending blessings to Lu Zhan in front of Song Yiyuan. Looking back, they were all so embarrassed that they wanted to pick their feet.

"It turns out it's Shen Qi and Min Chang..." A teacher scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said to Song Yiyuan, "Teacher Song, congratulations. I'll go and take a look in the class."

"I also have something to do and I have to leave."

"It seems that Shen Qi does have some skills. He is truly a genius."

"I knew Min Chang was a good kid."

…

The teachers said awkwardly, then picked up the lesson plans and test papers and hurriedly fled the scene.

The dean was also biased against the Mo Qing trio. When he learned that the special prize fell to the Mo Qing trio, he felt a little uncomfortable and symbolically said congratulations to Song Yiyuan.

Then, the dean said to Lu Zhan: "Teacher Lu, Wen Yingxue's trio won the national first prize, and the other two teams won the provincial third prize. They performed well this time..."

Blah blah blah.

When the dean praised Lu Zhan, he was like a surging river. He was completely different from his colleague Song Yiyuan when he said "congratulations" dryly.

However, Lu Zhan had a straight face and did not appreciate it.

Song Yiyuan didn't care about this person at all. He couldn't wait to go out and wanted to tell Mo Qing and the others the good news.

"Teacher Song, wait a minute." The dean stopped him, frowned, and stopped smiling when he looked at him, "After all, you are a teacher and a class teacher. You should be more steady and don't be so hasty. You

How can students and parents trust you if you are so lively?"

Song Yiyuan pulled his legs back when he stepped out of the door, then stopped his waist. With a steady smile on his face, he straightened his collar and elasticated his sleeves.
To be continued...