Chapter 154: The Scoundrel Princess's Daily Slacking Chapter 153: Qianqian Graduates

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Ai Chun cleared her throat, then slowly opened her mouth to say: "Everyone's various tasks in the Shangshufang today have all been satisfactorily concluded. So, starting tomorrow, everyone no longer needs to come here." The words had barely fallen when a burst of enthusiastic cheers rose from below.

"Great! No more early mornings!" a student excitedly jumped up.

"Haha, tomorrow I'm going to go out and have a good time, and play happily for a month or so!" another student said with a face full of longing.

"Yay! Finally no more annoying exams, and no more burying our heads in hard study—we're completely liberated!" some students cheered while dancing with joy.

Ai Chun looked at the children before her, so excited, and couldn't help but shake her head helplessly, but she still continued: "Quiet down, I haven't finished speaking yet. After I say the last few words, everyone can move about freely, so please listen patiently first."

Hearing these words, the scene that had just been exceptionally lively once again returned to calm. Ai Chun parted her vermilion lips slightly and slowly continued: "Fellow students, since we gathered at the Shangshufang until now, six years of cold and heat have passed.

As for me, I was fortunate to accompany everyone for two of those years. During this time that wasn't too long but was extraordinarily meaningful, I deeply felt each person's unique charm and shining points."

Her gaze swept over every student present, sincere emotion showing in her eyes, then she continued: "Those seated here, regardless of good or poor grades, are all kind-hearted, morally upright good children. Some students excel academically and rank at the top;

while some students have average grades, but likewise possess their own non-negligible strengths. Here, I won't list them one by one, because I believe everyone's understanding of each other is already profound enough."

Saying this, Ai Chun paused slightly, as if organizing her thoughts, then said earnestly: "I sincerely hope that on the long road of life ahead, everyone can hold fast to their original heart and be their true selves.

I do not demand that every one of you become someone who gives everything and selflessly dedicates themselves to our great Dachang Kingdom, after all that requires too much opportunity and courage.

But at the very least, please be sure to be a person who stands upright between heaven and earth and has a clear conscience. Only thus can one be worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, and not betray this life."

Ai Chun slightly raised her head, gazing at the azure sky outside the window as clear as washed, and said emotionally: "Today's class is the last lesson I teach everyone. You must know, every person born is a unique treasure; never always compare your own shortcomings with others' strengths.

Perhaps those places you think you are inferior in are precisely the qualities that make others envious. Therefore, I hope that in the years to come, everyone can walk forward with firm confidence, focus on the fields you love, and there bloom your own radiance, emitting heat and light!"

Finally, Ai Chun smiled and bowed deeply to all the students, sincerely saying: "Here, I also want to specially thank everyone for the support and cooperation you've given me over these past two-plus years.

I wish everyone in the days ahead to be safe and sound, smooth and smooth, with a brilliant future and flowers accompanying the way!" After speaking, the students below seemed to be struck by an invisible force, ripples rising in their hearts.

They sat quietly, deep emotion showing on their faces. Especially those female students with delicate emotions, their eye rims gradually turned red, tears swirling in their eyes, as if they might fall at any moment.

And Qianqian, usually lively and cheerful, Ai Jiao, not good at expressing herself, and Qi Xi, clever and quick-witted, these three could not hide their sadness at this moment, lowering their heads slightly, secretly grieving.

Ai Chun looked at the students' reactions, her heart filled with mixed feelings, but she still tried to remain calm, smiling as she said: "Alright, everyone tidy up your things and prepare for class to end."

The words had just fallen when Ai Chun lightly picked up the painting just displayed, turned around, and prepared to leave the classroom. However, just as she was about to step out the door, a tall boy suddenly stood up. He had a solemn expression, gazing at Ai Chun with determined eyes, and said in a loud voice: "Teacher Ai, thank you!"

These sudden words were like a stone thrown into a lake, instantly breaking the original calm in the classroom. Immediately, the other students in the class, as if summoned by something, stood up one after another, shouting in unison: "Teacher Ai, thank you for your teaching!" For a time, voices of thanks rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire classroom.

Facing the students' such sincere expression, Ai Chun couldn't help but feel a warmth surge in her heart. He stopped his steps, turned around, and responded with a smile full of his face: "Children, no need to be polite. I am also being a teacher for the first time, and there are still many shortcomings; thank you for your tolerance and support all along." Saying this, his gaze slowly swept over every familiar face, his heart full of reluctance to part.

"On the way home after school, everyone must pay attention to safety." After Ai Chun softly reminded them of the last sentence, he no longer lingered, and hurriedly walked out of the class. Although on the surface he seemed as if nothing was the matter, in actuality, his heart was already surging endlessly like a vast and magnificent sea.

After all, having gotten along day and night with these adorable students for a full two years, to say there was no feeling would absolutely be a lie. It's just that he deeply understood the principle that there is no feast that does not disperse, so he could only suppress the sadness and reluctance in his heart, and quickly escape this place full of memories, so as not to let himself immerse too much in the pain of parting.