After resolving the matter with his fiancée and younger brother, Xiao Yangshuo hurried back to school at full speed.
There was no helping it—Class 13 was a notoriously “problematic class.” Other teachers avoided it like the plague, so he had no choice but to take on the responsibility and become their all-subject teacher.
Math, Chinese, English—he taught everything alone.
Singing bitterly in his mind, he walked into the school: “It’s him, it’s him, it’s him—our all-purpose teacher Xiao Yangshuo…”
The moment he stepped into the classroom, Yang Mian spotted him instantly. Her eyes lit up as if she had discovered treasure.
【The homeroom teacher is back after catching his cheating fiancée! What a pity—I missed the live broadcast.】
The entire Class 13 silently echoed in their hearts:
【What a pity, we missed it too.】
Yang Mian’s lips curled slightly.
【No live broadcast? I can just watch the replay.】
Xiao Yangshuo’s heart skipped a beat when he heard her thoughts.
No way. Absolutely not. He could not let these troublemaking brats see something so inappropriate—it would be unbearable just thinking about it.
He quickly cleared his throat.
“Cough, cough, cough.”
Then he said, “Yang Mian, come up here.”
Yang Mian, still immersed in her thoughts and halfway through drawing a mysterious circle, was interrupted.
She blinked in confusion. “Huh? What do you want me to do?”
Xiao Yangshuo had a sudden idea.
“You’ll teach this lesson for me.”
He thought: If she teaches, she won’t have time to expose my private matters. What a genius move.
Yang Mian widened her eyes. “Me teach the class??”
Xiao Yangshuo put on a pitiful expression.
“The teacher’s throat isn’t feeling well. Can you help me out?”
“Sure!” she agreed immediately.
【Since Teacher Xiao is so pitiful, I’ll help him out.】
Xiao Yangshuo finally relaxed.
Good. Disaster averted.
Otherwise, his embarrassing situation would be replayed in front of the whole class.
Yang Mian walked briskly onto the podium, picked up the math textbook, and glanced at it.
“Where are we?”
“Page 52,” Xiao Yangshuo quickly replied.
She only took one look—and the entire content was instantly memorized.
Then she picked up the chalk and wrote rapidly on the blackboard.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Three different, simplified solution methods appeared in clear order.
“I have easier ways to solve the problems in the book. I’ll write them out first—tell me if you don’t understand,” she said confidently.
In moments, three clean approaches were laid out on the board.
Xi Simeng’s eyes widened.
“Wow… her methods are so simple—and I actually understand them.”
Fang Lian was stunned.
“There was only one method in the book… how did she come up with three? And all of them are simpler.”
Yu Bohan was practically glowing.
“As expected of my boss!”
Xiao Yangshuo stood at the side, staring at the board in shock.
This child’s logical thinking and clarity were top-tier—she should’ve been placed in Class 1. So why was she in Class 13?
He fell into deep thought.
Perhaps this so-called “problem class” had far more hidden potential than anyone realized.
Meanwhile, Yang Mian had already started teaching.
“Look at method one. This uses a formula transformation we learned earlier…”
Her explanation was vivid and clear, chalk occasionally circling key points on the board.
The students listened with unprecedented focus—completely unlike their usual lifeless state during lessons.
Even Li Xuan, who normally struggled with math, was staring at the board without blinking, quietly repeating the steps under his breath.
After finishing a difficult problem, Yang Mian asked, “Does everyone understand?”
Li Xuan unexpectedly raised his hand first.
“I still don’t understand the last step of the conversion.”
She patiently explained again, even giving a real-life example.
Li Xuan finally understood and nodded hard.
At that moment, Math Director Wang appeared at the back door.
He had originally come to inspect classroom discipline—but was immediately drawn in by the lesson.
He quietly stood in the back and listened to the entire class.
When the bell rang, the lesson ended.
Wang walked onto the podium and praised her:
“Your explanation is very clear, and your thinking is very innovative. You have real teaching talent.”
“Thank you, but I don’t want to be a teacher,” Yang Mian replied politely.
She treated people based on how they treated her.
But teaching? She wasn’t interested.
Her temper was too volatile—she might end up breaking the students instead.
Then Wang turned to Xiao Yangshuo.
“Teacher Xiao, come to my office after class.”
In the office, Wang smiled and said:
“Today’s lesson showed me a different side of Class 13. Yang Mian’s performance gave me an idea—perhaps we should try group-based cooperative learning to let students help each other. What do you think?”
Xiao Yangshuo nodded thoughtfully.
“I was thinking the same thing. I’ve been using traditional methods and neglected the students’ own abilities. After today’s class, I realized Class 13 actually has a lot of potential—it just hasn’t been activated properly.”
Wang smiled.
“I didn’t expect Yang Mian to have such talent. She’s a rare gem. You need to hold onto her—whether Class 13 can turn around depends on her.”
Xiao Yangshuo hesitated.
“Do you think she should be in Class 1 instead?”
Wang shook his head.
“She came to Class 13 because of fate. Teaching students also depends on fate.”
His words sounded profound and mysterious.
Xiao Yangshuo didn’t fully understand.
After all, Director Wang had always been a bit… eccentric—someone who believed in spirituality and Buddhism.
No one knew why a “Buddhist-like director” who had supposedly left the mountains ended up teaching at Ling City High School.
Only he himself knew the answer.