No. 31 My teacher is a carpenter

  The time for school dismissal had long passed, and the students of Class 29 of High School No. 2, also known as F Class, were all from poor families who couldn't afford to live in the school dormitory. Most of them came from working-class or even underprivileged families, so after the bell rang, they left the campus in a hurry.

  Of course, they left in a very strange way. For the entire afternoon, Wang Jian squatted at the classroom door, constantly using saws, rulers and planes to work on a large pile of wood. Originally, almost no one from Class F would attend class in the afternoons, but today, anyone who tried to sneak out of the classroom would be kicked back by Wang Jian. Even when going to the bathroom, they had to walk up to the second floor of the small broken building under Wang Jian's gaze and wave at him before entering the toilet; otherwise, they wouldn't even be allowed to use the bathroom.

  In Ye Wen's words, that is "Teacher Wang didn't come to be a teacher, but came to be a sheepdog." However, even if those students complained again and again, no one could do anything about Wang Jian. They had to grit their teeth and attend an afternoon of incomprehensible classes in there.

  "Teacher Wang, you really did it."

  The math teacher of Class F walked slowly to Wang Jian's side after the students left, with his hands behind his back and a sarcastic tone in his words, looking at Wang Jian who was still gesturing about verticality.

  Originally, the teachers in this school liked to teach Class F the most. As long as they weren't the head teacher, it could be said that it was the easiest way to get a salary without doing much work. Generally, unless you had some connections, it was really hard for teachers to get assigned to Class F.

  In the past, Teacher Chen was very carefree and content. If there were classes in the morning, he would be self-studying; if there were classes in the afternoon, he would play poker or mahjong with other teachers from Class F in the office on the second floor. The old building was not well-maintained, but it was quiet and peaceful, which suited him just fine.

  But today was different, not to mention the students being oppressed, even this thirty-year-old teacher was scolded by Wang Jian. What a loss of face! At that time, Wang Jian kicked open the office door, asked who taught math after inquiring, and then scolded him loudly, without giving any consideration to feelings or dignity.

  This made the school worker who was playing cards and other teachers run away in a hurry, and he could only go to class obediently. But this tone couldn't be suppressed, he was the younger brother of the director of teaching affairs, and although he couldn't say that he was arrogant in this school, all the leaders, big and small, were polite to him, when the head teacher of Class F took office, he treated him like a honored guest, offering him cigarettes and speaking kindly.

  As soon as Wang Jian came, he scolded him severely, which made this old man so angry that even the chrysanthemum was steaming. However, it's not good to confront Wang Jian directly, after all, in the morning, Wang Dashi forcibly dismantled a TV wall, and now the whole school is talking about it, and in the afternoon, many female students from different grades came to admire Wang Jian's style.

  So he also had no choice but to mock Wang Jian with ambiguous and sarcastic words.

  "You are the most positive person I have ever met, hoping young people will not give up halfway."

  Wang Jian didn't even lift his head: "When are you going to retire?"

  Teacher Chen was stunned and couldn't think of why Wang Jian would suddenly ask such a question, so he was also at a loss for a moment.

  However, in his silent pause, Wang Jian continued on his own and connected his own words:

  "I was listening to your class from outside, and it's just like you're reading directly from the book. Your math teaching is even worse than the language teacher. Don't mention them, I almost fell asleep while listening from outside. You'd better retire early and go home to take care of your kids, teaching isn't suitable for you, going out to sell sweet potatoes would be a better option."

  "Hmm!"

  Teacher Chen flung his hand, his face ashen, and was so angry with Wang Jian that he couldn't say a word, didn't even bother to acknowledge him, and quickly left this jinx.

  Wang Jian just coldly laughed and didn't speak again, crouching on the ground to arrange the wood that was already neatly stacked.

  Of course, this Teacher Chen was naturally not someone who was easy to get along with. As he walked, he panted heavily while making a phone call to the Dean of Studies:

  "Tell me about this Wang Jian, he's been here for a short while and already breaking all the rules, treating students roughly, speaking without any level of sophistication, showing no respect to his superiors, and even had the audacity to call me garbage in front of the students. How did someone like him get hired?"

  "What he said is right, you're just a piece of trash." The Dean of Studies suddenly found himself in complete agreement with Wang Jian, whom he had always detested. However, he couldn't say that out loud and instead put on a calm tone: "Don't worry for now, I'll deal with him eventually. He has connections here, so I can't touch him for the time being, just bear with it."

  "What's wrong? Why should I be wronged? Anyway, tomorrow either he leaves or I leave, how about you give me a shift change!"

  "You're just a piece of trash, you're only fit to teach a class of trash, and now you want to harm other classes?"

  The director didn't speak for half a day, and Teacher Chen suddenly said: "What do you have to say? I'm telling you, the last time you borrowed money from me, I haven't even told my sister about it yet. You deal with it yourself."

  The director's lungs were all swollen, and he shouted loudly into the phone: "You love to do whatever you want, don't come tomorrow, I'm busy now and have no time to talk nonsense with you."

  "Alright, you said...beep beep beep..."

  After hanging up the phone, the director leaned back in his chair, gritted his teeth and stared at the ceiling for a while, attributing all the mistakes to Wang Jian's head. He looked at Wang Jian's resume with a itchy tooth, and the pen in his hand had already poked a hole in a plan book, making a humming noise from his throat like a hungry wolf, gnashing his teeth.

  "Wang Jian, you'd better not let me catch your weakness, or I'll make you roll back home obediently!"

  However, after muttering to himself, he still let out a sigh and took out his phone to dial: "David? I remember you substituted for Teacher Xu of Class 4 last time, right? You taught math class, didn't you? I noticed that you seemed to teach very well. The students in Class 4 told me that you're even better than Teacher Xu, who's a special-grade teacher. Are you interested in becoming a math teacher? If so, come to my office tomorrow morning."

  After hanging up the phone, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a dismissal letter from the drawer. He then began to copy Chen's information, his face extremely gloomy, muttering to himself: "I've disliked you for a long time, it's good that I can get rid of you now."

  However, his melancholy did not affect anyone. Wang Jian was still sawing wood in front of the old teaching building, whistling and looking relaxed and carefree.

  He actually didn't like too noisy occasions, alone quietly doing his own things, letting the western sunset cast a long shadow on him, the orange-yellow sunlight hanging on Wang Jian's head, and the fine sweat beads looked crystal clear.

  Actually, Wang Jian is not ugly. If it weren't for the influence of his suburban-style clothing, he could even be considered a handsome guy. After all, his slightly dark skin from delivering water and flyers during college, combined with his neat and tidy crew cut, his dazzling white teeth, and his standard and sturdy muscles, make him look like a very fashionable and healthy type of man.

  Moreover, what's even more crucial is that he has a rather strong and imposing aura. Even when someone as popular as Da Wei stands next to Wang Jian, he immediately becomes a lowly servant, and everyone's first glance is absolutely directed at Wang Jian.

  "Want to go back? I'll take you."

  Wang Jian lifted his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and happened to see Tian Er standing about five meters away, holding a stack of books, staring intently at the hammer in his hand. Her hair was occasionally blown up by the cool evening breeze, creating a picturesque scene that was almost like a movie.

  "Have you ever been in a car accident while driving?"

  "Yeah... I'm so sorry. It happened last month, and it cost me several thousand yuan to repair the car. The front of the car was all smashed up."

  "You're lucky nothing happened, who was it?"

  "Cough... it's the wall..."

  Okay...... it's a wall! Wang Jian, although he had only known Tianran Er for a few days and there were still many misunderstandings between them. However, Wang Jian already had a very deep understanding of Tianran Er's second personality. Even if she really had the super-godly IQ that Dawei said, in Wang Jian's eyes, this beautiful girl was always just a happy little silly girl...

  "I'm busy right now, I have to fix the desks and chairs in class, it'll take at least five or six hours, you go ahead. Be careful on the road."

  Tianran let out a soft "oh" and, clutching her book as if it were a sacred treasure, turned around and ran off. The sound of her high heels grew fainter and fainter until they finally disappeared from Wang Jian's line of sight.

  Wang Jian didn't take it too seriously, although he admitted that sometimes he really wanted to hug Tian Ran tightly and bite him hard. However, he was just crazy, not stupid, and he knew his own weight. Even if he could beat a tank, at this stage, he truly wasn't qualified to give anyone a stable life. So, he wouldn't even think about romance, no matter how much Da Wei tried to matchmake every day.

  Night fell quietly, and Wang Jian also moved his work venue from outside to the classroom, where he worked for a while until his stomach growled. He looked up to find that it was almost seven o'clock. He stood up, opened a bag of instant noodles, and ate them like crackers without even boiling them.

  At this time, a voice came from the doorway: "The one that will hurt your stomach if you eat it..."

  Wang Jian's hair stood on end, but he quickly dismissed the alarm and turned to look at the door. He found Tian Er standing at the entrance, drenched from head to toe, holding several lunchboxes, a few big buns, and a cup of milk tea.

  He stared blankly at Tian Ran Er's appearance: "Why didn't you go back?"

  "I told you we'd leave together after work." Tian Ran naturally brought in his lunchbox and wrung out his clothes: "I fell into the fountain when I went out to buy food just now..."

  Wang Jian looked at her shivering figure, feeling both amused and angry, with a hint of heartache. The person who could walk into the fountain, who could do such a thing, Wang Jian had known since childhood.

  "Take off your clothes."

  He was so startled that he grabbed his collar and stammered: "Y-you... what are you going to do?"

  "What did you think I was going to do?"

  Wang Jian didn't say much, and pulled down the relatively clean velvet curtains in the classroom.

  "Don't get your clothes wet, wait till the temperature drops and you'll freeze to death. It's only March now."

  Heavily relying on his natural instincts, he looked at Wang Jian, who was hesitant to make a move. Although he had already been chilled to the bone, he still refused to listen to Wang Jian's words.

  "I'm going next door to eat something, you deal with it yourself."

  Wang Jian indeed did what he said, and when he walked out, he also turned off the lights and closed the door. Due to the streetlights outside, if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see that inside, in the dark environment, there was a girl taking off her clothes.

  What was originally a three to five minute meal, Wang Jian spent a whole twenty minutes eating, and only came out of the adjacent door after he had almost licked the lunch box clean. He found that the classroom lights were already on, and Tian Er was wrapped in a woolen blanket like a mummy, with only her face exposed, sitting at the podium applying a facial mask.

  "You really aren't... wasting..."

  Wang Jian originally wanted to tease a couple more sentences, but when he saw the women's clothing lined up on the podium, his face turned red in an instant. Especially when he saw that pair of cherry blossom-patterned pure cotton panties, his blood vessels almost burst. After all, Wang Jian was still a very innocent and introverted man, and this scene was more stimulating than any adult film.

  "Can't you be more careful?"

  "What? I'm not showing anything!" Tian Ran patted her chest: "It's all wrapped up to my feet..."

  "Not saying that." Wang Jian wiped his face: "Alright alright, I won't tell you, you play by yourself, I work, you go ahead and go up."

  After driving Tian Er down from the podium, Wang Jian squatted on the stage and began to repair the desks and chairs. There were about 40 sets of desks and chairs in the whole class, only six of which were intact, and even these six were already shaky.

  Wang Jian was straightforward and unambiguous, dismantling what needed to be dismantled and changing what needed to be changed. The sound of hammering was quite lively.

  He naturally looked bored, and didn't dare to go talk to Wang Jian, so he just wrapped himself in a curtain, crouched under the podium, staring intently at Wang Jian as he rearranged the tables and chairs.

  Wang Jian's head suddenly lifted, his heart skipped a beat, and he found that Tianran Er now looked like a hamster, with something in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, his chestnut-colored hair was disheveled due to being wet and dry, his originally large eyes were even bigger as he stared intently at the thing in Wang Jian's hand, shining brightly under the light.

  "It's no fun when wood shavings fly into your eyes after you've retreated."

  "Oh."

  He didn't even get up, just stupidly bouncing backwards on the spot, and before he knew it, his foot got tangled in the curtains, lost his balance, and fell face down to the ground.

  "How did you manage to live so long?"

  Wang Jian helped her up with a mixture of laughter and tears, and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off her face: "Can't you be more careful?"

  He looked up at Wang Jian with a pained expression, rubbing his nose and saying in a choked voice: "I've always been very careful, but I still keep getting hurt."

  "You're really helpless. Come try this chair."

  Wang Jian pulled over a modified chair and handed it to Tianran Er. After Tianran Er sat down, she twisted her butt and nodded in satisfaction: "Awesome, it even has armrests!"

  "Hmm... lift up the armrest and take a look."

  The naturally obedient second hand lifted the armrest up, and the back of the chair creaked as it tilted backwards, coming to a stop at an angle of about 130 degrees with the chair, where it was locked in place by a catch, transforming into a recliner.

  "Wow! So advanced!"

  She came back and forth like a child who got a new toy, playing with this all-wood activity chair without a single screw, having so much fun.

  "You take a nap, I'll think of a way to dry your clothes later."

  He stuttered when he saw Tian Er's pure cotton underwear, then let out a deep sigh, and continued to modify the table and chairs without paying attention to Tian Er who was still playing happily.

  When the clock struck half past eleven, Wang Jian finally finished renovating all the tables and chairs. He took a deep breath and stood up: "Let's go."

  "Shall we go?"

  He called out twice, but found that no one responded to him. When he turned his head to look around, he discovered that Tianran Er was already wrapped in the curtains on the recliner, sleeping soundly like a little cat, lazy and oblivious to everything.

  "Oh my goodness..."