Lin Guoqing stood in front of the school bulletin board and looked at it for a long time. The courses offered by the night school in the county were much richer than those in their village.
Cultural studies? It says that if you study and complete relevant courses in night school, you can get a high school diploma. The key point is that he didn't go to junior high school. Did he go straight to high school knowledge?
There are junior high school classes, but they don’t seem to be here, they are a bit further away, and this kind of class requires two or three years in a row. Lin Guoqing feels that he may not be able to stick with it.
Medicine? He had no interest in being a barefoot doctor.
Construction? He might start piling the piles the next day or the day after tomorrow. Isn't it a bit rushed to learn now?
Machinery? Then why not just ask that guy Chuan Guo to be his master in the factory?
Chinese? What to teach? Writing articles? No one dared to write anything during those ten years. Even now, he felt that being able to read and avoid being ripped off by others in contracts was enough.
English? Learning Mandarin is hard enough, let alone learning some bullshit.
…
He went from looking up to squatting there with his eyes squinting, but he couldn't find anything he was interested in. If you ask him what he is interested in, the only thing he is probably interested in is learning to drive.
Unfortunately, night school doesn't teach how to be a driver, and even if it did, his family doesn't have a car for him to drive. Besides, who would learn to drive just to leave it during the day and go recklessly at night in the dark?
Lin Guoqing was a little worried. If he just turned back, Chen Chunhua would definitely say he wasn't ambitious. She might even say he wasn't as good as the third child.
That brat Lin Shuchao always ranks last in every exam. He is the only one among his family’s four children who really can’t concentrate on studying. Don’t be afraid that he inherited it from him... Oh ~ that’s impossible. He still needs to improve!
Lin Guoqing amplified the voice of encouragement in his heart, and kept telling himself that learning makes people progress. He said he wanted to be the most motivated person!
Finally, I saw a course name in the corner - The Art of Speaking.
After staring at him for a long time, I suddenly laughed out loud. I don't know which idiot applied for this course, but it was actually held in a night school. Will anyone take it?
Since he had nothing to do, Lin Guoqing stood up, patted his butt, and walked towards the classroom number written on the bulletin board. However, the further he walked, the more remote it seemed. As he walked, he arrived at a small door in the corner of the second floor of the teaching building.
Looking at the large classrooms along the way, from time to time, the sound of teachers lecturing passionately or students reading aloud could be heard. Then looking at the one in front of me, the distance from the door to the side wall was less than half the size of the other classrooms. I stood there for a long time without hearing the sound of a pin drop.
Lin Guoqing felt a little nervous and knocked on the door carefully. Before he could say anything, the door was knocked open a crack and was not closed at all.
He gripped the door handle and poked his head in. "...Hello?"
As he had expected from outside, the room inside was only half the size of other classrooms, with only three desks, one at the front and two lined up below in a row, forming a "品" shape.
There's a lot of junk piled up around here, isn't this a proper storage room?!
A man who looked about the same age as him, wearing glasses and a Mao suit, was sitting on the front chair with his legs spread out, his feet on the table, holding a newspaper in both hands. When he saw someone sticking his head in, he was stunned for a moment.
Lin Guoqing: ...
"Hello, this is... the Art of Speaking... classroom?" Why is the name of this course so difficult to pronounce? It sounds weird and a bit embarrassing for some reason.
The man with glasses immediately retracted his legs, put down the newspaper, stood up and rushed to the door. "Yes, yes, yes! This is the Art of Speaking class. Are you here to sign up for the class?"
He opened the door wider to let Lin Guoqing in.
The person has come in, but I really don’t want to report my name.
"You are...teacher?"
"Right!" The man with glasses nodded as if it was a matter of course. "My last name is Hu, Hu Limin! I'm the teacher of this course!"
Lin Guoqing: "...So what is this course about?"
"As the name suggests, the art of speaking! Our great Chinese nation has a history of five thousand years..."
"Teacher Hu," Lin Guoqing interrupted him, interjecting, "I'm a farmer and I graduated from elementary school."
What it means is that you should not be too literary and show off your knowledge, or he might turn around and run away.
Hu Limin paused, feeling that he couldn't give up on this only prospective student, and said "Oh", then changed his tone.
"It's just learning how to chat. Farmer, your harvest has come in and you have to sell it, right? At times like these, the difference between being able to talk and not being able to talk is huge!"
Isn't this about doing business? Or even sales! Lin Guoqing suddenly became interested and asked again,
"What does Teacher Hu do during the day?"
"I'm from the supply and marketing department of our state-owned silk factory!" Hu Liming puffed out his chest proudly. The silk factory here is very profitable. It's definitely a stable job these days!
"Hey, we're in the same business!" Lin Guoqing grinned, reaching out to shake his hand and shaking it. "I'm also from the supply and marketing department, but I'm the head of the supply and marketing department at the electroplating factory. Hello, hello."
Hu Limin froze for a moment. No, he was the section chief? "Didn't you say you were a farmer?"
"Yes, I have a rural household registration."
"Then you said you are..."
"Do you know about the Sihe Village Electroplating Factory, a village-run enterprise?"
Hu Limin recalled, "Isn't he from our county?"
"Of course not, the one next door."
No wonder he didn't know, but how could he be the section chief? How could a small clerk like me teach the section chief?
"You're already the head of the supply and marketing department, why are you still taking my class? You must be very good at talking!"
Lin Guoqing spread his hands. "I can't help it. My wife signed up for a mushroom class. As I just mentioned, it's in the next county. I was worried she wouldn't be safe if I went back home tonight, so I came with her. Since we're here, I might as well find a class. Otherwise, there would be two hours before and after!"
"That's true." Hu Limin nodded. "Time is money."
"Teacher Hu, your class hasn't started yet? The students haven't arrived yet?" That can't be right. Class has already started half an hour ago. How could they be that late? "Have you asked for leave?"
Hu Limin shook his head again, "There are no students yet. Do you want to be the first one?"
Lin Guoqing: ...
"How can you put this class on the bulletin board when you haven't even recruited any students?"
"The principal of the night school is my uncle." Hu Liming hit the nail on the head, leaving Lin Guoqing speechless for a long time. He was also a relative of mine, so why was it that everyone he knew outside the village had connections, but he had none?
"Besides, I'm not taking up a large classroom. I'm just using a utility room. These tables and chairs are unused, so I'm not wasting any public resources. I'm just hanging a notice board. If you come, our class will start!"
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