No. 17 Those years we fought together with our teacher (Part One)

  "After receiving the general dispatch order, report for duty on the second day; on the first day, you should familiarize yourself with the work environment."

  Dawei and Wang Jian sat in the botanical garden behind the school, secretly smoking. Teacher Xiao Ze had long since run off somewhere to wash his hands after being touched by a pervert, while Wang Jian was left looking disheveled from struggling with that strange natural second-grader, not to mention the dried milk stains on his clothes made him look more like a construction worker than a teacher.

  "I was thinking, why are there cameras everywhere here, but those students can still run around all over the place."

  "This problem has been around for a long time, and this school's system is the strictest in the country, even stricter than ordinary military schools. But you also have to consider what kind of people the students here are." Dawei took a deep drag on his cigarette: "They're all rich second-generation brats and bastards. Their values are very distorted, you'll understand later. As for the school, since it's private, profit is the ultimate goal, and students are just customers. Simply put, this is the tragedy of education industrialization."

  Wang Jian stared at the sky with a thoughtful expression, then moved his fingers as if calculating something.

  "Do you feel helpless?"

  "That's not it, I'm calculating how much money this school can make in a month, an astronomical figure."

  "Alright, that's settled then. I'll treat you to lunch at noon and we can invite our mascot along, consider it a welcome for you."

  Wang Jian heard about eating and suddenly felt his stomach growling loudly, but with an embarrassed expression: "How can this be...".

  "This is what I'm talking about, a meal. And it's not easy to come across a comrade who dares to resist the tyrannical government with me, so we must treat him well." Dawei nodded in agreement, patting Wang Jian's shoulder: "Hey, how did you train your muscles? They don't look strong, but they're as hard as steel."

  Wang Jian's face tightened as he listened, his buttocks shifted outward slightly, and he looked at Dawei with a vigilant expression.

  "I'm not gay!" Dawei reiterated: "I just yearn for all beautiful things!"

  "I don't care if you're gay, stop touching me." Wang Jian really couldn't stand Da Wei's habit of pinching his arm and solemnly warned: "You pseudo-artists are the most disgusting."

  "Damn it..." Dawei wiped his face: "I was going to devote my heart to the bright moon, but unfortunately the bright moon shines on the ditch..."

  Wang Jian spread out his hands: "But still thank you, without your help I would have had to take a big detour."

  "It's nothing, just let me paint you as a model when you're free next time." Dawei said after finishing, suddenly his eyes lit up: "Are you interested in our mascot?"

  "Mascot?"

  "It's Linlin, Teacher Lin."

  Wang Jian snorted and leaned against the stone bench: "How is that possible."

  "Your pupils constricted by over 20%, and just now when you pulled her, your breathing frequency increased by 10%. This is the effect of adrenaline, which means it's your body's natural reaction when you touched her. You can't fool me."

  "Nonsense..." Wang Jian waved his hand: "With me being like this now, where do I have the qualifications to pursue Miss Shang?"

  "Once you've set your sights on someone, even a lucky charm can be hard to marry off. At three years old, she's already in elementary school; at eleven, she's in third grade; by sixteen, she's graduated from university; and by twenty, she's a law Ph.D.! You know what it means to be a Columbia University law Ph.D.? Now that she's twenty-five, she can't even tie her shoelaces. Just take pity on her and marry her off - she doesn't care if you have a car or a house."

  "Why don't you want it?"

  "What's wrong with me? I just have a rather unusual taste..."

  Dawei hadn't finished speaking when Wang Jian shifted his buttocks to the other side of the bench again, with a "you pervert, I'm going to beat you to death" expression on his face. The venom in his eyes was almost enough to bury Dawei alive.

  "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not gay." Dawei flirtatiously messed with his long hair: "I like the kind that's sour and sweet, has a first-love flavor, those cute girls. Mascots aren't my type."

  But Wang Jian never thought that Tian Ran was actually a genius, which is not very scientific. After all, someone who can't even walk without tripping and has delusions of persecution shouldn't be associated with geniuses. In Wang Jian's impression, geniuses are people with cold glasses and glints of frost on their lenses.

  "Besides, this is the first time I've seen a new teacher assigned to Class F as the head teacher, you're the first one."

  Wang Jian nodded, opened the manual in his hand, and looked at it with some trepidation. His mind wandered to tomorrow morning, feeling both eager and tense. Although Wang Jian's personality was quite strange, he was still just a young man of twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He wasn't one to be easily intimidated, but how could he not feel nervous...

  "The kids in Class F... okay, I won't give it away to you, you'll know tomorrow. Alright, I've called the mascot to order food at the cafeteria, what do you like to eat?"

  "Meat!"

  Dawei gave Wang Jian a strange look, then dialed Tianran Er's phone number and ordered a huge amount of food, even scaring Tianran Er on the other end of the line.

  "Remember, if you like a mascot, be bold and say it out loud." Dawei patted Wang Jian's shoulder again: "She's a good girl, I've protected her from being bullied by bad people for many years, and now it's time to retire."

  Wang Jian stood up behind Da Wei and stretched: "You just know I'm not a bad guy?"

  "Bad people are relative, right?" Dawei threw away the cigarette butt: "But your eyes tell me that you're actually a very simple person. A person with clear moral boundaries, no matter how bad they are, won't be too bad."

  Wang Jian smiled and shook his head: "You still know how to read faces."

  "It's not about physiognomy, it's psychology. There's a saying that 'looks are born from the heart'."

  The cafeteria is located in the northeast corner of the school, a three-story building. The decoration is very luxurious, the first floor is the ordinary area, just like all the cafeterias in the world, where the uncle and aunt of the cafeteria serve you with a spoon, but the dishes are very rich, lined up with various foods, including Chinese and Western cuisine, chicken, duck, fish, beef, mutton, horse, donkey, pork, and fresh vegetables and fruit juice. Moreover, eating on this floor is free for students, and employees only pay ten yuan symbolically. For just ten yuan, you can enjoy a luxurious lunch with three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, one soup, and one dessert.

  As for the second floor, it's a self-service restaurant area with 11 theme restaurants lined up in a row, including Brazilian BBQ, Korean cuisine, Sichuan hot pot, and seafood restaurants. You can eat whatever you want without any problem. However, the cost of this floor is to be borne by yourself, at a fixed price of 121 yuan per person, no bargaining allowed. There will be discounts during holidays, but the discount rate is limited.

  And the third floor is a normal dining area, with standards referencing those of four-star hotels or above, and the prices are frighteningly expensive. For example, Dawei ordered five dishes and one soup, plus several bottles of drinks that Wang Jianlian had never even seen before, and they charged Dawei 1,400 yuan, which was still after applying his VIP discount card.

  "Hey, where are you going!" Dawei grabbed Tianran Er who was about to run outside: "Let's eat together."

  Tianran's eyes were fixed on Wang Jian, her face full of displeasure.

  Wang Jian let out a sigh, pointing to the yellow milk stain on his chest, and then pointed to the red marks on his face that had been scratched by Tianran Er, and couldn't help but let out a deep and emotional sigh.

  This feeling is actually very subtle, just like in The Shawshank Redemption where Andy and his wife were passionate under the old oak tree, but in the end, she ran away with someone else. Wang Jian's current mood is probably the same as Andy's helplessness...

  At the dinner table, there was only the sound of eating, Dawei would occasionally try to find some topics, but Wang Jian never spoke during meals, and Tian Er also didn't dare to speak because he was afraid of Wang Jian.

  But just as everyone was done eating and resting, Wang Jian suddenly made a move that even Da Wei didn't expect - he suddenly put the stool in front of Tian Ran Er, and sat down less than 20 centimeters away from him.

  "What... what are you going to do?"

  Wang Jian thought for a moment, then slammed his hand heavily on the table. The loud noise made Tianran II jump up like a startled hamster, trembling and wanting to move aside.

  "My name is Wang Jian, nice to meet you."

  Dawei, who was originally ready to watch the confession play, spat out a mouthful of drink and stared at Tianran Er and Wang Jian, this bizarre couple, unable to utter a word for a long time.

  While looking at Wang Jian's sincere face, her facial muscles twitched and she didn't want to touch Wang Jian's hand, but was also afraid that Wang Jian would hit her... So in a state of extreme conflict, she threw several distress signals at Da Wei, but Da Wei chose to strategically avoid them.

  This made Tianran's eyes almost well up with tears, and finally, it seemed like he had made a desperate decision. His expression suddenly changed, and with puffed out cheeks, he stretched out his hand to shake hands with Wang Jian: "I'm not Xiao Ze Maria, let's make this clear first... you can't hit me."

  Just then, Tianran Er suddenly stood up and pointed outside the floor-to-ceiling window: "Dawei Dawei, come quick and look!"

  Dawei stood up and took a glance, his eyes immediately turned red with anger. He slammed the cup in his hand heavily on the table: "Too much! You guys eat first, I'll be right back!"

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  There is still one more chapter, don't rush...

  Alright, since this is a pure urban story, I have to use many names, so now it's time to activate the grand summoning mechanism! Report your real names! I'll choose some good ones to become supporting characters!

  Both men and women want it.

  Of course if you're referring to people like Fan Tong, Mei Du, Shen Jingbing, Yin Daoyan and the likes, then I can only bow my head and apologize...

  Also, it's best to set up your own hobbies, make them a bit real, don't come out with something too exaggerated, don't suddenly say you're some prince or princess, that's not reliable at all... China is not Dubai, where did so many princes and princesses come from? Of course, we especially welcome names of ethnic minority friends, this is very important, if your name is an ethnic minority name, I guarantee you will definitely be selected!