No. 16 Be careful when meeting for the first time

  "Principal, a person like this will seriously tarnish our school's reputation! I strongly suggest you reject him."

  Just now, Wang Jian's series of actions were presented on the monitoring screen through the ubiquitous cameras in the school, and the people sitting in the monitoring room were the principal who was attending a meeting outside and the dean of studies who was attending a meeting in the school.

  The principal of this "famous school", a white-haired but still very elegant woman, after listening to the director's words, did not speak, but stretched out her chin with one hand, looking at Wang Jian on the surveillance screen as if in thought.

  "Principal Zhang!"

  "Needless to say, let's not mention that he was recommended by Old Sun, just based on his performance earlier, I think he should be given a try."

  "Why? You're putting our school's reputation on the line! The new CEO of the Greater China region has always wanted to reform our school!"

  "His employment is up to you now."

  Principal Zhang finished speaking and then came over to pour tea and see off the guest, turning his back to gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly not wanting to say anything more to the director. The director, who had been given the cold shoulder, also didn't want to invite further humiliation, and sullenly retreated from the room. With a belly full of resentment, he didn't know how to vent his anger, and could only repeatedly think about Wang Jian's face, planning to give him a big slap in the face at some point.

  Wang Jian had already entered the teaching building under Da Wei's leadership, and earlier Da Wei had introduced him to the fact that there were approximately 2,200 students in the school, with around 200 teachers, averaging one teacher for every ten students. The main subject teachers only taught one class, but subsidiary subject teachers such as physical education, French, Russian, art, etc., would teach many classes.

  As for the head teacher, they are generally high-end talents with a doctoral degree or postdoctoral experience in the corresponding subject. Even two teachers at our school narrowly missed out on the Nobel Prize last year.

  Another important point is that the school is fully enclosed, and except for faculty and staff and students of the only "trash" class, other students are generally not allowed to leave the school on non-holidays. Therefore, the facilities in the school are also complete, including hospitals, gymnasiums, swimming pools, restaurants, KTV, and even a comprehensive supermarket can be found in the school.

  As for why the students in that class were able to leave school, it's actually quite tragic. The people in that class basically have no way of affording the accommodation fees here, which amount to 180 yuan per day!

  "In other words, does that class of students belong to the three no's?"

  "It's almost okay, they haven't had a head teacher until now, you can go try."

  Dawei smiled somewhat mischievously, but after saying that, he shook his head: "But I still hope you don't get assigned to that class, it's a living hell."

  Wang Jian hehe'd for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking. As for what Dawei said about the human hell, it wasn't a problem for Wang Jian at all - he just didn't believe it. Could anything be worse than the hell of his high school? In the end, they were just a bunch of illiterate troublemakers.

  Soon, Dawei brought Wang Jian to the office of the Dean of Studies. Before knocking on the door, Dawei said to Wang Jian: "It's tiring to communicate with this guy, he's got a belly full of evil water."

  Wang Jian's eyebrows slightly raised: "How bad can it be?"

  "You'll know soon enough."

  The door creaked twice, and a gloomy response came from inside. The voice was filled with an inexplicable chill, as if the people in the house were waiting for Dawei and Wang Jian to enter before starting their revenge for killing their father.

  After pushing the door open, the director of studies was hunched over his desk writing something. Through the dim yellow glasses lens, his expression could be seen as gloomy and sullen, with a pale complexion, and the top of his head, which had already gone bald, shone with an oily luster like a mirror, reflecting Wang Jian's face on it, just like being possessed by a ghost.

  This office is very large, with a luxurious carpet on the floor, and many oil paintings hanging on the walls around it. The bookcase is filled with world literary classics and some professional books. The furniture is almost all made of high-quality mahogany, exuding an air of luxury.

  "It's really out of tune." Teacher Dawei muttered softly: "Embroidered pillow."

  Wang Jian also nodded and leaned over to whisper to Dawei, "This kind of decoration is not suitable for a scholar, this is the living room of a nouveau riche."

  "No whispering allowed." A stern voice interrupted the conversation between Dawei and Wang Jian: "David, what are you doing here? Don't you have class in the morning?"

  "No classes today, and there's a new colleague who came to report for duty. Originally, it was Security Guard Old Li who brought him here, but since I had no classes, I took the liberty of substituting."

  "Just focus on doing your own job well next time and don't interfere with others' business."

  Dawei seemed completely unafraid of the guy, and said with a snort: "I'm taking my new colleague to familiarize them with their future workplace, this is both reasonable and logical, how am I overstepping?"

  His antics made even Wang Jian laugh, and he immediately became extremely curious about Da Wei's background. After all, an ordinary teacher not only had an ambiguous relationship with a female student but also dared to openly defy the school's second-in-command, his direct superior. It was impossible for someone like that to have no backing whatsoever.

  "Is the principal your dad?" Wang Jian asked in a low voice: "You're too arrogant."

  "Dad's fart..." Dawei gave Wang Jian a flirtatious glance: "You're even more outrageous than me."

  Just as they were whispering to each other, the director put down what he was holding, raised his head and gave Dawei a resentful look, then waved at him: "You go out first, don't let me see you wandering around during work hours again."

  "This is unsolvable, withdraw..."

  Dawei swiftly slipped away from under the leader's eyelids, leaving Wang Jian alone in the clutches of the hawk-nosed and sinister director.

  "Is your name Wang Jian?"

  Wang Jian plopped himself down on the sofa and pulled out his resume from his small tattered bag: "Yes."

  "Don't even bother looking at your resume, you're simply not qualified to be a teacher here."

  Wang Jian narrowed his eyes and saw the intentional difficulty in that guy's gaze, so Wang Jian didn't rush or get flustered. He comfortably leaned back on the sofa and teased with a very arrogant tone: "Do you have to learn how to kneel before becoming a teacher?"

  "What's your attitude?"

  The director of the teaching office frowned, looking at Wang Jian with anger, especially when he saw his dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and he couldn't wait to let the security guard kick him out immediately.

  "I've always thought that no matter who it is, they are equal in essence. If you like to look at people with your chin up at a 45-degree angle, then don't blame others for looking down on you at a 75-degree angle."

  Being scolded by Wang Jian, the director was at a loss for words at that time, and he had also been given an ultimatum. It was basically impossible to drive Wang Jian away, so for a while his face was very bad but he had no way to deal with it.

  Time passed minute by minute, and the standoff between him and Wang Jian lasted for five minutes. At this time, the director of studies suddenly had an idea and thought to himself: I can't let you go now, but I'll definitely be able to make you leave!

  His originally ugly face suddenly became sunny and bright, even Wang Jian couldn't accept this change.

  He walked to Wang Jian's side with a smile, patting his shoulder affectionately: "Little Wang, you're the one jointly recommended by Director Sun and academic heavyweight Old Sun. I'm sure you're a talented individual."

  "Not necessarily, if I feel it's not suitable, I will take the initiative to resign. You don't have to be so hypocritical, it looks disgusting."

  "Even if you're suitable, I have to get rid of you!" However, he thought so in his heart, but his mouth was another style: "Don't say that, young people need to be trained. Okay, I'll arrange you to go to Class 229 of High School as the class teacher first."

  Class advisor... As soon as Wang Jian heard this word, he immediately became suspicious. After all, in this school, only high-achieving students can become class advisors. Wang Jian was originally aiming for a small teaching position. To be honest, although he is arrogant, he still has some self-awareness and knows what level he is at and what he is suitable for. He still has some foundation, after all, being a class advisor is not just about teaching, but also dealing with all sorts of strange things. Wang Jian thinks that he doesn't have the ability to do this yet.

  "Class 29 of Senior High School, isn't that F1 class?"

  "What's with the ABCD thing? It's all just rumors spread by those teachers. To us, students are inherently not divided into good or bad, so where did this ABCD come from?"

  What a fake! Too damn fake! Wang Jian suddenly felt that he had nothing to say to the bald, eagle-nosed vulture director in front of him. The fake was so hypocritical that it had already exceeded the normal range.

  "Also, Xiao Wang. Although you have a special status, the school's rules still need to be followed. Without discipline, there is no square inch of land. If you commit serious misconduct or affect the school's atmosphere, you will be expelled. At that time, even if I appreciate you again, it will be useless."

  "Get out of here."

  After muttering under his breath, Wang Jian glanced at him sideways with a sarcastic smile and said: "As long as you don't get in my way, that's already a peaceful world. Don't mention appreciating me, your acting skills are bad, your eyes can even eat me up. Alright, I don't want to obstruct your view either, give me a target."

  The director's face turned pale and white, he had lived for over 40 years and had never seen anyone so disobedient. This was the first time he saw someone directly exposing something that everyone knew but didn't dare to mention. After all, people would rather not say it out loud even if they knew it, but once it's said, no one could save face anymore.

  "This is your order, hurry up."

  The director's face turned green and purple, and he casually threw Wang Jian's transfer order to the ground. The main artery on his head was throbbing violently, and his headache was unbearable.

  Wang Jian hehe smiled and picked up the note: "I'm telling you, if you can't bear it, you'll end up hurting yourself."

  The director helplessly waved his hand at Wang Jian, indicating for him to quickly roll away.

  This office is on the 9th floor, although there are stairs and they're right next to the office, most people habitually take the elevator, but Wang Jian is an ardent stair enthusiast, whenever he's alone, whether going to a mall or doing anything else, he'll definitely take the stairs, no matter how high.

  As Wang Jian turned to walk down the stairs, he suddenly saw an astonishing scene... Teacher Dawei and that natural second-rate teacher Xiao Ze were sticking their ears tightly to the wall, trying to eavesdrop on the director's office. Teacher Dawei was okay, after seeing Wang Jian come out, he straightened his waist and gave Wang Jian a thumbs up.

  But that natural two-dimensional moe girl kept her head down and stuck her ear to the wall, not only that, but also constantly acting as a commentator: "Oh my! The rabbit is starting to throw things! He's going to fight with that pervert! Great great, do you think they'll fight? Who will we help if they fight?"

  "You can help him burst my head."

  Wang Jian's sudden shout made Tianran Er look like he had been struck by lightning, his feet unstable, and he was about to fall down the stairs. Fortunately, San Ye had practiced before, his eyes were quick and his hands were fast, and he grabbed Tianran Er's wrist in one swift motion. Otherwise, if Tianran Er had fallen, he might have really become Permanent Two.

  "Let me go... pervert!"

  Wang Jian let out a sly smile and released his hand, letting Tian Ran fall freely and shout in panic... Then, just as she was about to fall down, he grabbed her hand again and asked with a big smile: "Want to let go again?"

  Tianran Er's eyes were filled with tears of fright, shining brightly as he stared at Wang Jian, his gaze so fierce it seemed to want to throw Wang Jian onto the road and then use a concrete mixer truck to crush his head.

  "Have you had enough of your nonsense!"

  The Dean of Studies, who had a hawk nose, was also attracted by the noise. Originally in a very bad mood, he found that someone was making trouble at the door of the solemn office of academic affairs, and he couldn't hold back his anger, pointing at Wang Jian and the others, ready to scold them.

  Before he could scold him, Wang Jian patted Da Wei and then carried Tian Ran down the stairs like flying...

  "My god..." The director sat down at the stairs, covering his head with both hands. He, who never usually swore, couldn't help but blurt out: "Damn it, I'm screwed..."

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  By the way, starting tomorrow I'll try to update two chapters a day... Lately work has been pretty busy. And haven't you guys noticed that my grades are really bad? Whether it's bookmarks or recommendations... what are you all doing?!