We Must Not Let the Pioneers Feel Disheartened

"Yes, it's about that matter."

Shen Zhongping sighed, personally pulling out a chair for Lin Mo and gesturing for him to sit.

"Speaking of which, our school also bears some responsibility for this incident."

He walked around to Lin Mo's side, looking deeply distressed. "Originally, based on the mistakes Huang Haoyang made before, we could have expelled him directly.

But considering his family has gone through some sudden changes recently, we acted on the principle of education and wanted to give him another chance. We dealt with him leniently, but we never expected this guy to continue acting so foolishly."

It was safe to say that the school leaders were also terrified by this incident; otherwise, they wouldn't have immediately installed streetlights on the greenway.

Shen Zhongping stopped halfway through his sentence and let out another long sigh, seemingly filled with regret.

Lin Mo listened quietly without saying a word. He was waiting for the principal's main point.

Sure enough, after beating around the bush for a long time, Shen Zhongping finally patted Lin Mo's shoulder and said:

"Regarding this incident, although you weren't physically hurt, Lin Mo, you were ultimately frightened. I'm afraid it might have a certain impact on your physical and mental health. Therefore, after a collective discussion among the school leaders, we have decided to provide you with a subsidy in the name of the school..."

Another subsidy?

The treatment for being first in the school was simply too good.

Lin Mo's mind was as clear as a mirror. In fact, this could be considered hush money or some sort of consolation from the school.

Although Huang Haoyang was guilty of attempted murder, Lin Mo wasn't injured, so naturally, there was no compensation for him to claim.

However, the school didn't want this matter to blow up, and at the same time, they wanted to reassure Lin Mo.

So they directly resorted to a financial offensive.

As for where this subsidy money came from?

There was no need to ask. The school could easily come up with this money just by skipping a single procurement item.

At the very least, it would allow Lin Mo to stay at Guangba High School with peace of mind.

After all, the top student in the grade transferring to another school wasn't rare news, especially after such an incident occurred. If their school showed no stance on the matter,

the student might end up feeling bitterly disappointed.

This was also why Shen Zhongping came looking for him during tonight's evening self-study.

Lin Mo naturally had no reason to refuse this kind of free consolation and welfare delivered right to his door.

So he nodded. "Is there anything you need me to do?"

Seeing him so cooperative, the smile on Shen Zhongping's face grew wider, and he quickly waved his hands.

"No, no, you don't need to do anything. Studying with peace of mind is the greatest support you can give us."

He paused and added in a solemn tone, "During tomorrow morning's assembly, we will announce to the whole school regarding Huang Haoyang... that he has been expelled."

Hearing this, Lin Mo felt no waves in his heart. This result was entirely expected.

"Then I'll go back to doing my test papers first. I won't disturb you teachers any longer."

After saying that, he stood up cleanly, opened the meeting room door, and walked out without any hesitation.

As the door was gently closed, the tense and slightly fawning atmosphere in the meeting room instantly dissipated.

The expressions of the several school leaders all relaxed.

Shen Zhongping picked up his teacup and took a sip. His gaze turned to Chen Xiaoya, who had barely spoken the entire time, and he coughed lightly.

"Xiaoya, the track division is imminent. You need to carefully review your class roster. Don't let any more unexpected issues crop up."

These words carried a strong hint of warning.

Chen Xiaoya's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm as she nodded repeatedly.

"Rest assured, Principal, I will definitely keep a strict watch."

She knew very well that as long as she spoke up, relying on Lin Mo, this great Buddha, securing the future science rocket class for Class Eight was practically a done deal.

But doing so would mean breaking up the environment and classmates Lin Mo was currently familiar with. If it provoked his resentment, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Just then, the Director of Teaching, Li Yan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up:

"Principal, I have a proposal. Why don't we just directly transfer student Lin Mo to Class One? After all, that will be the future science rocket class. The teaching staff and resources there are the absolute best."

As soon as these words came out, several school leaders subconsciously nodded.

Concentrating all advantageous resources to cultivate top students was a universal rule at Guangba High School, and indeed all schools.

Hearing this, quite a few school leaders gave slight nods of agreement.

Chen Xiaoya's heart instantly leaped into her throat.

She squeezed out a polite smile and took the initiative to speak. "Director Li makes a fair point. The resources of the rocket class are indeed unmatched, but Lin Mo's situation is quite special. He hardly relies on teachers; his studies depend entirely on self-discipline and talent. Forcing him into Class One might not necessarily be a good thing."

She paused and threw out her trump card: "Furthermore, I think it's best to respect his personal opinion on this kind of matter. A forced melon isn't sweet, after all."

Though she said that, Chen Xiaoya was screaming frantically in her heart: Please don't go! If you leave, what will happen to my Special-Grade Teacher title!

If a top scorer really emerged from the class she taught, her reputation would naturally rise with the tide.

She was certain that with Lin Mo's personality, nine times out of ten he would be too lazy to change environments, which was why she dared to kick the ball into Lin Mo's court.

Shen Zhongping pondered for a moment and felt that Chen Xiaoya's words made some sense. Dealing with a genius of this caliber indeed couldn't be done with conventional methods.

"Let's do this."

He made the final decision. "Xiaoya, go and ask for Lin Mo's opinion first. If he isn't willing to leave Class Eight, then try to keep the current student structure of Class Eight unchanged. The rocket class will still be set up in Class One."

A rocket class was definitely needed; after all, not everyone had Lin Mo's aptitude.

As if suddenly remembering something, Shen Zhongping tapped his fingers on the table. "Right, what do you all think about transferring Tong Dong to Class Eight as well?"

As soon as this was said, the atmosphere in the meeting room changed again.

Li Yan frowned deeply. "Principal, is that appropriate? Lin Mo and Tong Dong are both top-tier students. As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain. Putting them in the same class—wouldn't that deal a blow to Tong Dong's enthusiasm?"

"I don't necessarily think so."

At this moment, Director Huang Zhirong suddenly spoke up.

"When I was at the provincial competition before, I saw that Tong Dong and Lin Mo actually had a pretty good relationship. Also, during the previous parent-teacher meeting, when Tong Dong's dad had a conflict with Tong Dong, it was Lin Mo who stepped in to resolve it. Their relationship might be better than we imagine."

Hearing this, Chen Xiaoya's eyes lit up.

Having one Lin Mo was already enough to make her wake up laughing from her dreams, and now there was actually a chance for a buy-one-get-one-free deal?

Her heart bloomed with joy, but her face maintained a strictly professional expression. "Director Huang is right, but we still need to respect the students' wishes. My idea is to take a two-pronged approach.

I will first ask Lin Mo if he is willing to go to the rocket class. If he stays, we will then seek student Tong Dong's opinion to see if he is willing to come to our Class Eight. Everything will be based on the premise of the students' voluntary consent."

By keeping the word "respect" on her lips, no one could find fault with her.

Seeing that the tone for the matter had been set, this impromptu meeting was adjourned.

Chen Xiaoya returned to her office with brisk steps, already beginning to calculate the future glory of her "Top Scorer's Homeroom Teacher" halo in her heart.

Even though the Elite Class is undeniably formidable, many students would never transfer into it, even if their performance surpassed that of the students within it.

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