Novel & Cerita Teacher Loves Student

I purposely call her like that so that we are more familiar so that there is no such thing as a barrier between teacher and student but more to partners. I like to be alone and prefer to be silent ever since I know my teacher. I immediately become chatty because I feel more comfortable, let alone teasing her. It has become my new hobby moment. Not impolite, but when teasing her out, her fierce face was hilarious. It felt like she wanted to be sacked and locked up in the room. Huh? I just found out that packaging is not just for small children. But, my beautiful Miss, so adorable. If l don't remember, she's my teacher, and I'll date her.

Xiao Chen teased, looking at Ming Yue, who was suddenly annoyed by Xiao Chen's chatter. "Bastard! How dare you say that your teacher is old? Come on! Fight your teacher, I'll make you realize that no student is stronger than their teacher!" Ming Yue replied angrily, but his expression showed how proud he was of Xiao Chen. A student who had surpassed his teacher, how could a teacher not be proud of such a student? The goal of a teacher is to make their students better than themselves. "Well, teachers are indeed the best!" Even though his teacher sounded angry, Xiao Chen was happy to hear his teacher speak as usual.

I stood in front of her for 10 minutes and found the photo was that girl to whom I talked; who sent me there. It astonished me that a teacher could love her student more than her own child. I already made a plan about how I would inform her about her brilliant student's death. So I coughed first to catch her attention and she fell to reality. After a few minutes of conversation she accepted me as her student. That dead girl already taught me some rare questions which the dance teacher would ask me before accepting me as her student.

“Thank you so much for taking care of Matt.” The teacher shook her head modestly. “It’s my pleasure. Matt is such a wonderful student—so polite, attentive, and hardworking. You’ve done a great job raising him.” Lilian chuckled softly, glancing down at Matt, who was now standing beside her, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thank you. But really, it’s just my job. Who else would teach him if I didn’t?” she said lightly, her tone teasing. The teacher laughed softly. “Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working. Matt is one of my best students. Not every child is as well-behaved and grounded as he is.”

The box was suddenly wrapped in an inexplicable cold breath, and the air was thin. "Teacher , as a teacher, you are too utilitarian. You take students with high grades like treasures. Students with slightly worse grades will not look at them at all." "No matter the poor students, the top students are your students, and many poor student also have dreams and pursuits in their hearts. In many cases, they may hope that their life trajectory will be different." At this time, half of the boxes were poor students in the class, which resonated, and their hearts were slightly hot, and they even wanted to clap their hands for her.

“Oh? Let me have a look… Oh my, I… Well, his response is certainly as perfect as always.” “Agreed. That aside, I wasn’t aware that Teacher hadn’t-” “Hey, that just shows how much he respects her. At the end of the day, isn’t that what makes and breaks relationships?” “I can now safely say that you’re just as exceptional as Teacher is, Mrs. Burton!” Confused by their comments, she was prompted to ask, “…Um… What are you talking about?” “Here, have a look,” replied one of the scientists as she handed her phone to Xavia…

Then I found my brother's gaze, and he crossed his arms over his chest before nodding at me. 'You've got this,' he mouthed, and I smiled back at him. "Hey, Guys," I began, pausing to acknowledge my math teacher, Mr. Ivan, who was the funniest man I knew. Laughter erupted from the crowd. "My time here will forever be imprinted in my mind. Not only did I grow in wisdom, but also in maturity. The teachers here are genuinely caring. They take the time and put in the effort to build these amazing bonds with their students."

John was puzzled, "Is it because they can't teach their lessons well enough? If that's the case, I'll change new teachers for you tomorrow." "No!" She kept waving her hand, "They are very good teachers and they're patient, but..." She looked at him cautiously and thought twice before speaking, "They are just too patient, and they take good care of me as if I'm a child. I feel... a little stressful." John was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, "Is this the reason?"

The class of 45mins was finally over. "So turn in your last term C.A before school's over. Seun, make sure to bring them to me." he announced. Seun nodded in agreement. He was Mr Korede's favorite student afterall. With a fire brain and calm exterior. Mr Korede on his part was one of the best teachers, Bluebell had. His patience and tolerance earned him Bluebell's favorite teacher of the year. To him, teaching wasn't just a job but also a vocation to impact knowledge in the younger generation.

The teacher took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes. "You're forgiven," she said, sounding exhausted. "Just try and pay a little more attention, please? You might not have noticed but the kids in class look up to you more than you realise. You're a role model. If you start acting thoughtlessly, they will follow suit." I'd never even considered that before. Was it even true? Why would they care what I did?