Song Qinghe had no idea what the principal was thinking, nor did she know that he was planning to use her as a pawn.

She does what she's supposed to do: she teaches classes and supervises students' studies.

We strive to discover the strengths of each student, write them down, and then use different teaching methods to help them showcase their strengths.

Every student benefited greatly from the morning session.

Song Qinghe herself was also exhausted, because everyone's temperament and personality are different.

It is a very demanding task to teach them in different ways based on their individual characteristics.

By the time lunchtime ended, she felt like she could hardly breathe.

My throat was parched terribly, I was dehydrated, and not just any ordinary dehydrated person.

When I finally got back to the office, I found that someone had touched my water glass.

Song Qinghe remembered that when she left, the lid of the water glass on the table was clearly closed, but now it had been removed.

Will the lid of a perfectly good water cup just fall off by itself?

That's obviously impossible.

There's only one reason: someone took advantage of her not looking and touched her water glass.

Such a low-level tactic?

Whether it was poisoning or something else, Song Qinghe was a little curious. She went over and secretly put away her cup, intending to go back and study it before making a decision.

If it really is poisonous, then don't blame her for being ruthless.

If it's a fair competition, she has no problem.

But if they insist on causing something else, Song Qinghe's mood will not be very good.

She doesn't mind doing something.

After taking the cup, Song Qinghe walked towards the school gate. Since the school didn't provide lunch, she had to go home to eat.

I told my family when I came that I would go home for lunch in the morning.

After Song Qinghe came out of the school gate, she looked at the blazing sun in the sky and thought that she would have to get a bicycle to get around.

Otherwise, if she continues walking like this for a long time, she will definitely get heatstroke.

She hadn't walked ten steps when she saw her father, Song Yanli, riding his bicycle towards her.

Song Qinghe was pleasantly surprised to see him, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face as she said, "Dad, what brings you here?"

Song Yanli: "I've come to pick you up. Come on, Dad will take you home for dinner!"

Song Qinghe: "Where did this bicycle come from? I don't remember our family, no, there probably aren't many in our village either."

Lujia Village is very poor. You can't find a single bicycle in the whole village. You might be able to find an oxcart.

However, Lu Youqian had his own things to do, and he also couldn't bear to mess with his cow.

That man almost valued the cow more than himself.

Song Yanli gestured for her to get in the car before explaining, "This bicycle was provided to me by the commune. You just left this morning, and Wang Dehai and Ding Changsheng came to ask me to apply for a job at the commune."

"From now on, I'll be a temporary worker for them, specifically in charge of the blueprints for machinery."

"I thought about it and decided to agree!"

Song Qinghe was stunned by what he said. Could there really be such a good thing?

Previously, Song Yanli's attitude was very firm; he had no intention of agreeing to their demands.