Among the students' love and fear, the bell for class finally rang out, and Fang Wenchao walked into the classroom with a steady pace.

  It's clear that Fang Wenchao is in a particularly good mood today, and that's no surprise! With the addition of an adorable new "daughter" this year, Fang Wenchao can't help but feel especially happy. He even walks with a carefree air about him.

  "Classmates, this year everyone is in the fifth grade, and in a few months you will all graduate from elementary school and enter a new learning environment. I think you must have some expectations for your future! What do you want to be when you grow up? Today's composition topic is 'My Dream'."

  A small wave of commotion rose among the students. They all started whispering to each other.

  After Fang Wen-chao let the students calm down, he began to talk about the key points of this composition and the things that need attention when writing, such as how to conceive and organize.

  About ten minutes later, Fang Wenchao finally said: "Next, please take out your draft books and write!"

  Yes, I have to draft it first and then copy it onto the composition book. If I write directly, I don't know what kind of mess I'll make.

  Zhou Zhihai secretly delighted in the fact that his composition book happened to have two similar compositions, and took advantage of Fang Wenchao's shift to the back empty gear to quietly flip through them.

  Li Tianyu bit his lip and stared blankly for a while before starting to write.

  Zheng Haoran was confident in this type of question and wrote with ease, looking at the smooth flow, it's not sure how much to write.

  Wang Jingjing also started taking action

  She glanced sideways and unexpectedly found that Zhou Xiaoyun, who was supposed to be good at writing, had not started yet and was staring blankly.

  Wang Jingjing urged Zhou Xiaoyun in a soft voice, "Zhou Xiaoyun, why are you spacing out and not writing? There's less than twenty minutes left in this class. If you don't take advantage of this time to write, when the reading comprehension section comes up, it'll be a 'terrifying' moment for you, will you still have time to write?"

  Zhou Xiaoyun, lost in her wild thoughts, smiled at her good friend's kind reminder and picked up her pen to write down the essay topic on her notebook: My Ideal.

  The pen tip paused for a moment and couldn't write any more words.

  What's my ideal? Who hasn't written about this topic several times since childhood?

  In elementary school, in middle school, and even in high school, one still has to write. Of course, Zhou Xiaoyun only graduated from junior high school in her past life and didn't attend high school, so this is purely speculative.

  However, Zhou Xiaoyun, who had three Chinese language teachers in junior high school, wrote "My Ideal" three times. Adding to the two times she wrote it in elementary school, she has written this composition topic a total of five times.

  She still remembers that every time she encountered this topic, she would only write about becoming a teacher or doctor after growing up, or something as vague as a scientist.

  Heaven knows she didn't even understand what scientists did back then.

  Now I think back, how naive I was! The ideals of childhood can really become a reality when growing up? How many people can actually become teachers, doctors or scientists? Aren't most people just working day and night in factories or building houses for others under the wind and rain?

  Is it just doing some small business to make a living?

  What an unrealistic ideal!

  But the children's thinking seems to be dominated by their instincts, and they naturally take action in this direction. Can you expect a 12 or 13-year-old child to have ideals or think about the future?

  Zhou Xiaoyun, what's your ideal now?

  Zhou Xiaoyun asked herself in her heart.

  In my previous life, I muddled along until the age of 19, foolishly fell in love with Li Tianyu, got married and had a daughter, and became a housewife. I was busy day and night with the accumulation of toys, and was exhausted from running around for food, firewood, oil, and salt. She didn't have time to think about what her ideals were.

  Maybe being able to let Niu Niu live a better life was the greatest ideal at that time.

  Now, what ideals does the reborn self have?

  A warm home, a pair of loving parents, three siblings who respect and love each other, a rare teacher in life's journey, several good friends. These are what she currently has. She has sincerely thanked heaven for this, only to discover that love is all around her after having a grateful heart.

  But what about her ideals?

  What kind of person does she want to become after growing up? What kind of job will she have? Where is her life goal?

  Become a rich man? Use what you know to make a fortune in the stock market and live a life of luxury without worrying about food and clothing? But isn't that cheating on the exam paper of life? Without the motivation to strive, people...

  What does "again" mean?

  What kind of musician calligrapher is this family that family? Become a bright and beautiful appearance in the social light of a clan? But, is this life really what she wants?

  No, she doesn't want that kind of life. She just wants to study hard, get into a good university, find a good job and have an iron rice bowl, live a simple and honest life as a small screw in a big machine.

  Holding a stable and slightly higher salary, finding a responsible and reliable boyfriend to live a decent life, this is what Zhou Xiaoyun really wants.

  As for what to do, she hasn't thought of it yet.

  In short, first of all, don't be a teacher.

  It seems like a relaxed and leisurely vacation, but in reality, it's hard work during working hours and still worrying about students' grades after work. The salary is not high either. The worst part is that long-term exposure to chalk dust can easily lead to occupational diseases of the lungs and throat. I've never heard of a teacher living a long life, often retiring only to start experiencing physical problems within a few years, making their retirement days short-lived and pitiful.

  Secondly, don't be a doctor.

  Doctors have high salaries and high income, but also high risk and high pressure. The scalpel in hand can't be careless at all, if there's a slight mistake, it may cost one's life. Moreover, basically no rest throughout the year, especially during holidays when they need to work even more. Such hard work is suitable for men, don't let women suffer.

  But both of these most "popular" ideals were negated by herself, so what should she write?

  Become a scientist? Don't be kidding me.

  She's got this on her mind

  The book is still okay, but if you really want to engage in scientific research and invention, it's definitely not that material. And I'm not some kind of genius or prodigy either.

  Besides, what is a scientist? Those who are so devoted to science that they neglect their family and children, how can she, who aspires to have a warm family, be one of them?

  I read a report in a well-known magazine before, saying that the woman who invented many important scientific theories was unmarried all her life and died alone.

  Although Zhou Xiaoyun didn't want to fall in love and get married early, it doesn't mean she agrees with this kind of life!

  A woman, after all, will eventually become a good wife and mother!