Trash

Sheng Yang didn't deny her words. "But if having high EQ means bottling things up and saying things that don't come from the heart, I really can't learn that."

The female teacher's lips curved. "I understand."

She held out her hand. "I'm a teacher in Class 12 (3). My name is Tong Xieyi."

The director passed by the office window and saw the two of them shake hands. He couldn't help but sigh. This was really a historic meeting.

A month later, only one of them could go to the research institute, but they didn't know that they were each other's competitors.

**

After Sheng Yang finished her class, Lan Yu chased after her. "Miss Sheng, don't take their words to heart!"

Sheng Yang looked at him with amusement. "Do I look like that kind of person?"

"That's true." Lan Yu smiled brightly. "Teacher Sheng, I really hope you can stay here and teach us. I feel that I've improved a lot in just the few days you've been teaching us."