No. 14 I am not Maria Ozawa!

  Wang Jian, who was forced to stay for a family dinner by Old Sun, felt extremely uncomfortable. The life of the wealthy is indeed not something that someone like him, who feels happy with just a few skewers of roasted meat, can experience. Just the dishes ordered from five-star hotels were already unheard of to him, let alone the conversations about currency wars, South American situations, and Asia-Pacific finance between Old Sun and his descendants at the dinner table, which made Wang Jian's head ache to the point of almost exploding.

  The two old men, Sun and his brother, leaned against each other, muttering to themselves, then suddenly gulped down wine, getting drunk without noticing how boring Wang Jian was.

  So for a meal's time, Wang Jian was purely eating and eating, after all, since he came here, he hadn't eaten a full meal, today made up for it.

  After having enough wine and food, Wang Jian casually bid farewell and quietly left Old Sun's home. After all, it was someone else's family banquet, and they were discussing high-end things, so staying longer would be meaningless. Moreover, Wang San Shao didn't have the hobby of flattering leaders, so leaving early was better.

  Old Sun, who was usually accurate in judging people, knew what kind of person Wang Jian was, so he didn't stop him much. He just said a few polite words and let Wang Jian go, reminding him to report to school early the next morning.

  Just as Wang Jian was about to enter his garage-turned-home to change clothes and go to the public toilet for a bath, his broken phone suddenly rang.

  Wang Jian touched his pocket in surprise for half a day before he found the phone that had become as familiar to him as a clock, and looked at the unfamiliar number on it with suspicion.

  "Hello? Who is it?"

  "Is it Little Wang? I'm Hu Ge from this morning."

  Wang Jian immediately knew who it was, but as for why he called, that made Wang Jian a bit curious. This morning, he had clearly refused them, and from the conversation between Xiao Hu Zi's two brothers, Wang Jian could infer that he had probably offended Xiang Jie in a big way.

  "Little Wang? Why aren't you speaking? I'm telling you... Xuan Jie is now looking all over for you, be careful yourself!"

  "Be careful? Why should I be careful? What can she do to me?"

  Xiao Huzi let out a deep sigh on the phone, then said in a very serious tone: "I feel like we're quite compatible, I consider you as my brother, and I know you're used to being free. But after all, I'm working for Xiang Jie, there are some things that can't be said too clearly, you should think carefully about what to do. It seems like you still don't understand what kind of person Xiang Jie is. I have to give her your information, but before I do, I'll let you know first so you can prepare yourself. You're a smart person, you should be able to understand my position."

  He finished speaking and hung up the phone, leaving Wang Jian with a busy tone. Wang Jian also stared blankly at the already hung-up phone, simulating the scene from TV dramas where the big sister-like Xiangjie would find him and make some kind of move.

  Can't help but say, Hu Lai is indeed a veteran of many years, with a few sentences that can make people ambiguous, not only can make "San Ye" fall into a fantasy with "Xuan Jie" as the imaginary enemy, but also leave a way out for himself. Even if "Xuan Jie" finds out in the end, even if the original words are repeated again, as long as the tone is slightly changed, the meaning can be completely divided into two extremes.

  "Get out of here!"

  Wang Jian hated getting entangled in these mind games the most, he thought for a few minutes and felt bored, shook his head and put on his clothes to go to the public toilet to start washing up.

  After a tiring day, Wang Jian played several games of Go on his old mobile phone after taking a bath and slowly fell into a deep sleep. He slept very soundly, without any "Xuan Jie" or nightmares throughout the night.

  The next morning, still before dawn, Wang Jian opened his eyes again naturally. He went through the usual routine of washing up, exercising and tidying up, with a strict procedure like a standard soldier, even limiting the time it took to go to the bathroom to within eight minutes.

  San Ye's place is in the southwest of the city, while his destination today is in the northeast. If he wants to arrive on time, he must cross almost the entire city within three hours. This would be easy in a small city, but in this vast and bloated metropolis, three hours seem barely enough.

  It's not rush hour, so it's unlikely to encounter traffic jams, but San Ye has checked the route map. Even if there is no traffic jam, it takes three hours to transfer two buses and one subway, and you have to cross the entire city in the subway, which really takes a lot of time and can't be delayed.

  So San Ye washed up and filled a bottle of tap water, then left the residential area which was still lit by streetlights. Even breakfast was just two egg pancakes without eggs bought from a small stall next to the bus stop...

  Fortunately, there were not many people during this time period. San Ye, sitting on the bus, enjoyed the rare peace and tranquility of this moment. Looking at the distant sky slowly turning into a pale white, he saw the outline of the city faintly appearing before him. He suddenly felt an inexplicable poetic sentiment, and romanticism took hold of him. He had an unconscious urge to shed hot tears.

  Just then, Wang Jian turned his head and saw that a girl had sat down beside him at some point. The girl was obviously mixed-race, with a figure that was as lithe as could be, and long hair that flowed like the wind. Although she was eating a common leek box and cheap breakfast milk, her unintentional charm was so captivating that it suddenly stirred up Wang Saner's romantic feelings.

  It's possible that girls are more sensitive, she felt the person next to her looking at herself and also turned her face towards Wang Jian. Upon discovering that Wang Jian, a weirdo who dared to wear short sleeves in northern China in March, was staring foolishly at her, she suddenly seemed somewhat embarrassed and turned her head away...

  Wang Jian didn't have any ill intentions, he simply appreciated beautiful women in a very pure way. However, San Ye's straightforward personality made him stare a bit longer when he liked someone, without too much consideration. But that gaze... would indeed make a girl feel somewhat uneasy.

  The car had already run out of empty seats. The mixed-blooded cute girl wanted to stay away from Wang Jian, but she was not willing to leave her comfortable seat, and for a moment, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

  Wang Jian looked at her for a while, then suddenly realized that this girl was quite familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen her before. So he scratched his head and asked with a silly smile: "Have I met you before?"

  This question is not a big deal, but the originally shy and cute girl suddenly glared with anger, her expression becoming extremely violent. She turned around, stood up, and used the bag in her hand to hit Wang Jian's shoulder. With a voice almost like a scream, she shouted at Wang Jian word by word: "I am not Maria Ozawa!"

  She finished speaking, and the bus just happened to arrive at the station. She stormed out of the crowd and rushed off the bus. As she got off, she was so excited that she squeezed the breakfast milk in her hand onto Wang Jian's head and face. The yellow milk stain on Wang Jian's only white shirt looked... looked somewhat obscene.

  The whole bus was staring at Wang Jian in a daze, while Wang Jian wiped the milk off his face, smacked his lips, and remained stunned for half a day without realizing what had happened, as if he had just had a bizarre dream.

  It wasn't until the car started again that Wang Jian fully realized that he had apparently infuriated the girl somewhere just now.

  "I didn't say you're like Maria Ozawa." Wang Jian muttered to himself with a hint of resentment, his expression was blank without any anger, but rather a self-mocking tone: "I just think you look like that Lola..."

  Like this, Wang Jian wore the scent of breakfast milk and yellow milk stains, and traversed the city to arrive at the cultural exchange center for young people in this city. It is said that one-third of the exam papers nationwide are from this place, causing trouble in rural areas. Wang Jian was also ruined by it back then.

  Fortunately, despite the unpleasant incident, Wang Jian arrived on time at the school where he would be working. This school was truly famous, and although it was only a high school, its gate alone surpassed that of most universities. At the entrance stood an impressive bronze statue, with intricate craftsmanship, which could easily be mistaken for the image of Laozi if not examined closely, but upon closer inspection revealed subtle hints of Confucius.

  "The person who designed this statue was taught art by a physical education teacher."

  Wang Jian disdainfully scorned a sculptor's design and then walked towards the school gate with his head held high.

  "Halt! Are you taking a good look? Do you know where this place is?"

  At the first time being blocked by the gatekeeper, Wang Jian retreated a few steps, carefully examined the large copper characters on the school gate, and then slowly and powerfully read them out: "Langfeng Shengyuan High School."

  After finishing reading, he nodded: "I still think No. 18 Middle School sounds good, now this name is neither here nor there, it's pretty silly."

  "I'm just saying." The security guard deeply agreed with Wang Jian's words, but suddenly realized he seemed to be standing on the wrong side, so he coughed: "Fully enclosed school, no idle personnel allowed inside."

  "What about these people?"

  What Wang Jian was referring to was the group of young people walking into school at the entrance, most of whom were dressed in a fashionable and beautiful way. Although it was a school, Wang Jian didn't see any backpacks, even if they had bags, there were "donkey" pinyin or other brand-name bags on them.

  "This isn't going to school, this is coming for Paris Fashion Week."

  Although Wang Jian said so and strongly explained that he was coming to work, the security guard still ignored him and refused to let him in. It wasn't until a small, long-haired person suddenly appeared at the school gate and walked down from upstairs.

  "What's wrong, Old Li?"

  "Hey, great teacher Wei." The security guard obviously recognized the driver and greeted him politely: "There's someone who claims to be a teacher here, but do you know him?"

  Wang Jian turned his head and looked at the teacher named Dawei, finding that this man was not very tall, with long hair down to his shoulders, clean and neat, having an artistic temperament, looking quite handsome, but lacking a bit of masculinity. Moreover, he dressed similarly to San Ge, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, but with some retro-style leather shoes that looked higher-end than Wang Jian's synthetic leather ones, and on top of that, he was also wearing a suit jacket, unlike Wang Jian who just wore a single layer of clothing and wandered around the world.

  "Old Li... I'm David, you can call me Davie too..." Teacher Dawei pouted and looked unhappy: "Always calling me Dawei Dawei, how annoying."

  But after finishing speaking, he still looked at Wang Jian with a smile: "Mr., are you really a faculty member here?"

  "It should be..." Wang Jian took out the introduction letter from his pocket that Old Sun had given him: "Old Sun told me to come here."

  Dawei's expression was a bit strange, because he knew that this school never accepted anyone's introduction, and real dignitaries, noble families or academic giants would not introduce people to this place. However, when he saw the signature at the end of the letter, his face changed immediately, and he looked up at Wang Jian:

  "Are you Wang Jian? What's your relationship with Old Sun?"

  "What's it got to do with me? He's my landlord. Oh dear, too much trouble, I don't have the patience for this, give me the principal's phone number."

  Wang Jian's patience was almost worn out, his eyebrows furrowed, the light in his eyes flickering uncertainly, and the yellowish milk stain on his body looked like a pool of fresh blood under the sunlight.

  "It's Monday today, the principal has a board meeting and will be back by lunchtime."

  Wang Jian narrowed his eyes: "Is that so?"

  He glared at them like that, and Dawei and security guard Old Li both took a step back in unison, exchanging a glance with each other, their eyes revealing the helplessness they both felt.

  "Ah, Teacher Lin has arrived."

  "Hey, Old Li. Good morning, Dawei. Today is really unlucky, the car just broke down and I ran into a pervert."

  Old Li hastily changed the subject and greeted a teacher who had just come in from behind. Following his greeting, Wang Jian also subconsciously turned his head, then...

  Wang Jian was at a loss for words, and after a moment of silence, he dryly laughed and waved his hand: "I know you're not Maria Ozawa!"

  Mr. Lin's eyes widened again after hearing this, his face flushed with anger, and he trembled as he pointed at Wang Jian, saying "You're following me!"

  "Do you know each other?" Dawei pointed back and forth at Wang Jian and the fake "Xiao Ze" with his hand: "Quite familiar."

  "He's the pervert!"

  Wang Jian was about to speak when the security guard's phone suddenly rang loudly.

  "Several, pause. Principal..." After finishing, Old Li pressed the answer button: "Ah, principal. Yes, yes, it's me. There will be a new person coming later, right? Okay, okay. I'll take him to the director's office when he arrives, don't worry about my business. Alright alright, what's his name?"

  Three seconds later, Old Li's gaze at Wang Jian changed several times, and although he was smiling on his face, the smile had become very awkward.

  "King... Wang Jian is it, I've taken note."