Rose of Heaven

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This is normal. This is a place with backward education. This year, only a dozen students in the whole town have passed the second-tier score line in science and liberal arts. But this year is different. This year, their Seventh Middle School has a top scorer in liberal arts. The
top scorer in the entire county!
She scored more than 20 points higher than the first place in the county's No. 1 Middle School!
The top scorer is a girl named Lin Jingmo, whose name sounds delicate and elegant.
When the news came back, the teachers and leaders of the Seventh Middle School were stunned. They thought it was a joke played by the Education Bureau! They
knew that Lin Jingmo should pass the line. After all, this girl has had good grades since her first year of high school, but that's not particularly good. Just looking at her demeanor after the test, they guessed that her score might be good, but they didn't expect it to be so good! What
a surprising thing!
A low-end high school in the town, known as a training base for gangsters, actually defeated the provincial demonstration key school in the county!
No matter how many exclamation marks the author uses, it is impossible to express the shock of the leaders of No. 7 Middle School!
The day after the scores came out, Lin Jingmo's head teacher Zhang Yu received a notice asking Lin Jingmo to come to the school. As the county's top scorer in liberal arts, the county education bureau will give her a bonus of 50,000 yuan, and the school will also give her a bonus of 10,000 yuan.
When the principal said this, his originally vague voice sounded much clearer.
In the morning, there was a meeting at the Education Bureau, and the director praised him from beginning to end. A man who was almost fifty years old could no longer get much sexual pleasure, but at this moment he got a pleasure that was no less than orgasm.
Award! This girl must be awarded!
Zhang Yu's mind flashed the shadow of a girl who rarely raised her head all year round, with bangs covering her face and wearing dull glasses.
He taught her for two years, one year as an English teacher, and in the third year of high school, he was her head teacher.
This child is obedient and well-behaved, never worrying the teacher. No matter how chaotic the class is, she is always concentrating on studying, but she is a little less talkative. In my impression, Lin Jingmo's conversation with me outside the classroom may not exceed ten sentences.
Zhang Yu opened the phone book and found the mobile phone number left by Lin Jingmo.
After dialing it, he waited for a long time before it was connected.
The signal was not good. The other end was answer by middle-aged man with a strong rural accent.
Finally, it was Lin Jingmo's turn to come over. Zhang Yu heard the soft and tender voice of the girl in his impression. He suddenly realized that this child did not have an accent at all: "Lin Jingmo, this is Teacher Zhang. Please come to the school office tomorrow morning. The county education bureau and our school want to give you a bonus. There are some procedures to go through. Also, if you have decided which school to apply for, come and apply together."
As soon as the results came out yesterday, Zhang Yu called Lin Jingmo to inform her of the score and the good news that she had won the first place in the exam.
The girl's family is poor. After returning home, she only has her father's old phone to make calls, which is almost isolated from the world.
"Okay, teacher, I'll come tomorrow."
...
But the next day, when Lin Jingmo opened the door of the office, Zhang Yu did not recognize her.
The girl in front of him was wearing a simple white T-shirt, jeans, and her hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing her smooth face, which was as flawless and clear as a peeled egg, and her peach blossom eyes were clear and energetic. She looked
very youthful.
"Who are you looking for?"
The girl looked like she had just reached adulthood, but Zhang Yu was amazed by her beauty, which was as pure as spring. After a moment, he realized that it was not very moral to comment on the appearance of a young girl, and asked uncomfortably.
The girl smiled, as if all the flowers in spring had bloomed.
"Teacher Zhang, it's me."
"Lin Jingmo?"
Zhang Yu couldn't believe it.
But the voice was indeed that of his proud disciple.
Lin Jingmo scored full marks in the English test this time, which made Zhang Yu famous in the school and even in the entire county education circle. The Education Bureau also decided to give him a bonus of 5,000 yuan, but Zhang Yu knew that it was all because of Lin Jingmo.
It turned out that Lin Jingmo was so beautiful under her shrinking and silent appearance.
If she had been like this before, it would have been difficult for her to stay in school peacefully until the college entrance examination.
In a flash, Zhang Yu seemed to understand why she had to hide her beauty.
Ordinary appearance, excellent but not earth-shattering results.
As the outside world said, their No. 7 Middle School was a training base for gangsters, and there were more students skipping classes than attending classes. Boys and girls in the restless period, fighting is commonplace, girls smoke and put on makeup in class, and kiss in the corridor after class. This year, there were two cases of parents of students going to the school to make trouble for their daughters to have abortions.
In such an environment, if Lin Jingmo showed her original appearance, she would most likely be torn to pieces by this chaotic adolescent restlessness.
Zhang Yu didn't know what kind of mood he should be in for a while.
So smart, so beautiful, but so poor, struggling to survive in the chaotic mud.
His heart was instantly filled with pity.
At the same time, Lin Jingmo was also looking at Zhang Yu.
From the moment she stepped into the office, he was no longer her teacher, but her first prey.
Zhang Yu is 32 years old this year. He is not very handsome, but not ugly either . His facial features are a little thin, not strong at all. He has an ordinary skin color, but he is tall and thin. He is not like those greasy men who become potbellied soon after leaving school. Even if he is used for practice, he can't eat it. This is one of the reasons why Lin Jingmo's resistance is not so serious.
"Have you decided which school to apply for?" Zhang Yu stood up and poured her a glass of water.
Lin Jingmo took it and her  fingertips seemed to accidentally brush his palm: "I have decided, I want to apply for Donggang University."
Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, then he pulled himself out of the inappropriate short immersion, coughed and said: "Okay, okay, Donggang, you have no problem, it should be 70 or 80 points higher than the score line in our province, and their school also has automatic scholarships for those who pass the line by more than 50 points, which is very suitable for you."
As if to cover up something, Zhang Yu's voice was slightly higher.
Lin Jingmo kept an eye on him all the time, and naturally noticed his abnormality.
Pretty girls always have success. She has a nice appearance now, and she tries hard to take good care of it. Even in difficult conditions, she never lets it go.
Lin Jingmo pretends not to notice Zhang Yu's discomfort, and her soft voice becomes sweeter and smoother, with the unique cuteness of a young girl, and the subtle beauty that will never be found after this age. SHe asks Zhang Yu in distress: "But I haven't decided which department to apply for, foreign language department or law department."
Zhang Yu tells himself  to ignore her dazzling beauty, and thinks for a while: "The law department of Dongda is the best, and the prospects are not bad..."
Before he finishes, he hears Lin Jingmo say: "But the teacher is in the foreign language department."
Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, not understanding what she meant. Was she just joking? Just saying it casually? Or...
No, there was no or.
How could he come up with any other assumptions?
Zhang Yu vaguely felt that his thoughts were going off the track. He smiled to cover it up: "If you like foreign languages, you can also apply for the foreign language department."
Lin Jingmo took it for granted and said: "If it weren't for the teacher, I wouldn't like foreign languages."
After that, she didn't care how much impact his words had on Zhang Yu, and walked to his computer desk and sat down.