Not every teacher is called Wang Jian.

  "It doesn't matter anyway, you wouldn't understand even if I told you, let's just pretend I'm greeting you instead."

  Wang Jian looked at Inagawa-san with a smiling face, and smiled faintly, completely ignoring the director with a bad expression and that Chinese-speaking woman beside him.

  "You can understand Chinese, right?" Letting go of Mr. Inagawa's hand, Wang Jian turned his head towards the Chinese interpreter below: "How to translate is up to you."

  "Wang Jian! You're fired!"

  Wang Jian nodded and turned his head, looking at the director: "What reason?"

  And then Inagawa suddenly raised his hand and said in stiff but barely fluent Mandarin: "This teacher is very humorous, I appreciate you. So, can I sit down and listen to your lesson now?"

  Wang Jian was slightly surprised in his heart, but he remained calm and nodded politely: "Please choose any empty seat."

  The principal glared at Wang Jian fiercely, then walked up and bowed his head to whisper to Inagawa: "Mr. Inagawa, he is the new teacher... and he is only temporarily taking over the class, his actions do not represent the actions of our school's other teachers, please forgive him, after the original class teacher returns from leave, we will terminate his labor contract."

  "I don't think he's a substitute teacher." Inagawa glanced at Wang Jian: "I can tell from the way he talks to students. Alright, Mr. Xu, may I listen to his class now?"

  "Of course."

  Director Xu walked up to the first row and patted the shoulders of the two students in front, quietly indicating that they should make way.

  But at this moment, Wang Jian suddenly burst into anger and slammed the lesson plan onto the podium:

  "I've told you before, who's the biggest in this class! What qualifications do you have to point fingers here? The whole class stands up and hoots him out!"

  As it turned out, Wang Jian's order was quite effective. As soon as he spoke up, the students who had been enduring their director for a long time collectively stood up, and their middle fingers of varying lengths were raised in unison.

  The director of studies was so angry that his face turned red on the spot, pointing at Wang Jian and panting.

  "These two are guests, I'll wait politely for them to sit down using my class time. But my students aren't here to learn how to flatter people, there's a pecking order on the bus. Not in this classroom!" Wang Jian slapped the podium forcefully: "Not needed!"

  "Teacher, calm down." Daochu still had a smile on his face: "This matter was caused by me, I apologize to everyone."

  After finishing, he stood on the podium, bowed in three directions, then gave a glance to the girl next to him. The two of them walked to the two empty seats at the farthest corner of the classroom and sat down quietly, took out their pens and notebooks, waiting for Wang Jian's class to begin.

  "What are you still doing here?"

  Wang Jian glanced at the director with his eyes: "Do you want me to invite you out again?"

  The director's teeth were almost bitten to pieces, but unfortunately, Inagawa, this prince-level great god, was here, and he didn't dare to make a scene. He could only glare at Wang Jian and say in a low voice, "Come to my office later," before slinking away with his tail between his legs.

  His departure was met with thunderous applause from the students in the class, and then Wang Jian coughed, and the applause instantly died down, reaching an absolute military level of uniformity.

  "Alright, it was just a small misunderstanding earlier. Let's continue with the lesson now."

  Next, Wang Jian's lesson was very wonderful. He basically didn't open the book or teaching plan, and halfway through, he even played movie clips to supplement what he wanted to say. Moreover, for some reason, the students in Class 29, this trash class, performed extremely well in this lesson, and even the classroom dialogue reached an international standard, while Wang Jian answered very beautifully, just like a spokesperson from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

  When the bell rang at the end of class, Wang Jian glanced at his watch: "Just wasted ten minutes, no time left after class."

  Originally, dragging the class would have made students complain, but when Wang Jian said this sentence, everyone not only did not oppose it, but instead supported it overwhelmingly, and they completely forgot that someone was listening to the class until the bell rang, when Wang Jian finally raised his head and opened the music player.

  "The next class is still mine, those who want to sneak out should leave through the back door, you have five minutes."

  At this time, Inagawa, who had been listening to the class all along, walked up and bowed to Wang Jian first. Then with a smile all over his face, he said: "Mr. Wang, your lesson is great. I have been engaged in education for 30 years and it's rare to find such vividness in young instructors like you. So vivid that students don't want the class to end."

  "It's too kind of you. You see, I'm a person who is about to be fired."

  "No, don't worry, I'll go communicate with Mr. Xu on that side. I've decided to listen to another lesson from you, and then we'll go together." Inagawa waved his hand: "I think a teacher should first have a backbone and confidence. I didn't find anything wrong with what you said today, including when you said the Diaoyu Islands belong to China, just like we all say it's ours."

  "Your Chinese is really good." Wang Jian smiled and said: "It's just that the tone is a bit strange."

  "Inokawa also made a humorous remark: 'It's already much better than South Korea, even if the whole world is South Korea.'"

  "Alright, they're all back. I'm going to start class now."

  "Thank you."

  When the class was over, Wang Jian packed up his things and took the two Japanese auditors to Director Xu's office. After knocking on the door, he found Director Xu sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, his face pale.

  "Wang Jian, I can't take it from you anymore. Even if the principal protects you today, you still have to get out of here for me. Otherwise, I'll directly notify the group and let them send someone to deal with you."

  Perhaps without noticing Wang Jian, the director spoke a whole bunch after he came in, then pulled out a piece of paper from his drawer: "Fill this out for him and let him go. Your salary will be settled this afternoon."

  At this time, Inagawa stepped forward and coughed: "Mr. Xu, no need to be so excited."

  As soon as he heard his voice, the director suddenly sat up straight and opened his eyes, then hurriedly made way for him to sit at the desk, and then busied himself again, taking out cups and tea leaves and pouring water.

  "Mr. Inagawa, a person like this is a troublemaker who will not only affect the school's reputation but also possibly the entire group."

  Inagawa didn't say a word, he just furrowed his brow and listened intently to every word the director said, his expression very serious. And it wasn't until the director had finished speaking that he slowly said:

  "My mother lived in China for thirty years, and she always taught me with the Analects of Confucius. She said 'Clever words and a charming smile are rarely associated with true kindness' and also said 'A gentleman is concerned with virtue, while a petty person is concerned with profit.' Although our company is a commercial organization, it has two characters in its name that mean education. Before my father passed away, he also told me that the most valuable thing is not money, but a person's thoughts. And I have come here three times and discovered a very serious problem - you are doing... mass production."

  "He simply said he didn't understand." Wang Jian took advantage of the opportunity to interject, "It's just assembly line production."

  "Right, that's what I wanted to say." Inagawa Asami nodded: "I find it hard to see your strong points. At one point, I considered stopping my investment in this school, but I decided to observe for a while longer. Setting aside nationality and those proud identities, I am also a teacher. If the school were to close... I think that would be unfair to the children."

  After finishing speaking, Inagawa looked at Wang Jian: "Mr. Wang, you let me see hope, thank you."

  "You're too polite." Wang Jian smiled: "Thanks also, you speak quite eloquently."

  Director Xu sat blankly on the sofa, looking haggard.

  "Mr. Xu, don't be too anxious either, we will come up with a compromise at the meeting this afternoon, I believe that relying solely on Mr. Wang alone is not enough to turn the situation around."

  After finishing, he stood up and stretched out his hand to Wang Jian: "Please don't be biased against me, forget my identity and nationality. As the Analects say, 'Among three people walking together, there must be one who can be my teacher.' Thank you again, Teacher Wang."

  "Alright, this time is the most satisfying one among my three visits here. I hope that next time when I come again, I can see that this place has developed in a better direction." Inagawa smiled all over his face: "Also, Teacher Wang, may I ask you for a favor?"

  "It depends on one's ability."

  "Alright, I'm counting on you to keep this style and not change yourself easily. You've shown me an attitude, a spirit that only a true scholar has."

  Wang Jian's face turned red in the moment he faced the girl, aside from when he was being coquettish. In fact, he didn't have any heroic spirit; he just followed his own predetermined plan and had a violent temper that couldn't stand to be restrained... yet somehow this became "heroic spirit" in the mouth of this foreigner.

  "Right, Kawahara is my student, she..." Inagawa suddenly chuckled: "Let her say it herself."

  At this time, the Chinese girl who had not spoken until now walked forward, bowed to Wang Jian and Director Xu respectively, and said in standard Mandarin: "Hello everyone, my name is Kawahito Rumi, and my Chinese name is He Ami. I came here this time, actually wanting to settle down here. Because... because of the tip of the tongue China... please take care of me."

  She finished, even Wang Jian laughed, saying it was so elegant, and what's "Tongue Tip China", obviously just delicious, but thinking about it, in their place, they wouldn't even use a spoon to eat watermelon, let alone other high-end things. And... her name was really too localized. A Mei... how much of the 1980s urban-rural style, Wang Jian absolutely believed that she would regret her name after meeting Da Wei.

  After finishing, she stretched out her hand to Wang Jian: "Hello, although some of your remarks make me a little uncomfortable, but this will not shake the position of this class in my heart. I will surpass you in a very short time."

  "Anytime, I'll accompany you."

  After they left, the director dialed the principal's phone number and poured out all of Wang Jian's actions and grievances. A man in his 40s or 50s was crying like a child on the phone.

  "Xiao Xu, sometimes you really need to change your way of thinking. Official positions are originally things that harm people. This afternoon when I have a meeting with Inagawa, I will bring up this matter, so don't worry, since you're being so diligent and responsible, you definitely won't be bullied."

  "Alas... all those little Japanese are two-faced, one set in front and another behind. If Inagawa is so young and impulsive, what can I do?"

  "Is Inoue young? Who told you that?" The principal laughed heartily: "He's almost sixty years old, very mature. Don't worry about Wang Jian's affairs, he's a good kid."