Chapter 64 I don't know how, Teacher Jiang, why don't you teach me?
When Jiang Wanqiu realized that the man had discovered her, she instinctively tried to hide the sketchbook behind her back.
But how could her reaction time possibly match Zhao Wenchang's?
She only felt a blur before her eyes, and the thing in her hand was gone.
"What are you hiding from?" Zhao Wenchang chuckled, and with his other hand, he easily snatched the hot potatoes from between her fingers.
He held it in his hand and casually flipped through it.
Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed bright red instantly, and she hurriedly reached out to snatch it back: "Hey! Don't look! Give it back to me!"
Compared to this book, the few books in the village before were nothing.
She stood on tiptoe, almost pressing her entire body against the man, but Zhao Wenchang was tall and strong, and with a single raise of his arm, she couldn't reach anything.
"Seeing you like this, I'm even more determined to see what's inside."
"Nothing, nothing," she stammered, "It's just stuff for women, why would a grown man like you watch this!"
Zhao Wenchang glanced down at her flushed face, his smile widening.
He suddenly pulled his arm back, scooped the struggling woman into his arms, turned her around, and made her sit firmly on his sturdy lap.
He tossed the picture book aside, wrapped his arms around her waist, and held her firmly in place.
"Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely." He pinched the soft flesh of her waist, half forcefully and half teasingly. "Tell me, what are you trying to do by showing these to Chen Wenwen?"
Jiang Wanqiu was held in his arms and couldn't break free, her heart pounding wildly like a drum.
Her eyes darted around, and she forced herself to remain calm, saying, "Don't pry into women's affairs. Besides, this is a book for foreigners, it's all in foreign languages, you can't understand it anyway!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Zhao Wenchang raised an eyebrow, his eyes becoming even more playful. "Well, coincidentally, my greatest strength is my love of learning."
He leaned closer to her: "I don't understand, you can teach me, Teacher Jiang~"
The word "Teacher Jiang" rolled out of his throat, carrying an indescribable ambiguity, and Jiang Wanqiu's ears turned bright red.
She was both ashamed and angry, and without thinking, she reached out her small hand and covered the man's indecent mouth.
"Don't shout!"
A smile flashed in Zhao Wenchang's dark eyes. Instead of dodging, he opened his mouth and kissed her soft palm.
The warm, damp touch startled her, and she jerked her hand away as if she'd been electrocuted.
But the man was faster; he scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom.
“Teacher Jiang,” he said, bowing his head with a triumphant smile, “why not give me, your humble student, a trial lesson before we start school?”
With a "bang," he slammed the bedroom door shut with his heel.
The next day, when it was time to officially register at the affiliated primary school, Jiang Wanqiu struggled to get out of bed and even dug out a dark blue woolen overcoat that she had kept hidden away.
The coat's crisp fabric accentuated her slender figure and outstanding temperament.
Her first class was math.
When handing over tasks before class, Sun Xiaomei enthusiastically took her hand and pushed a little boy with a shaved head and arrogant eyes in front of her.
"Teacher Jiang, this is Wang Xiaogang, the smartest child in our class, but he's a bit mischievous, so you'll have to put in a lot of effort to keep an eye on him."
While Sun Xiaomei spoke kindly, she secretly gave Wang Xiaogang a wink, meaning: give this new city teacher a hard time.
Wang Xiaogang would never let go of this opportunity to provoke the adults.
In class, Jiang Wanqiu had just finished explaining addition and subtraction when Wang Xiaogang suddenly stood up and shouted, "Teacher, these are too easy! Can you give me something a little harder? For example, my mom asked me to go shopping and gave me five yuan. I bought three jin and seven liang of meat, which cost one yuan and twelve cents per jin, and also bought eight cents worth of soy sauce and one jin of cabbage for five cents. How much change should I get back?"
This problem involves trivial numbers, including jin (a unit of weight), liang (another unit of weight), and conversions between yuan, jiao (another unit of weight), and fen (another unit of weight). It is definitely an advanced problem for elementary school students.
He had used this question to test Sun Xiaomei before. The adult on the podium sweated profusely for a long time before finally getting it wrong, which made the whole class burst into laughter.
Jiang Wanqiu remained calm upon hearing this. She smiled gently at Wang Xiaogang and, instead of writing the equation directly on the blackboard, asked, "Classmates, if you have ten apples and want to share them with two children, how many apples will each child get?"
"Five!" the children exclaimed in unison.
“Yes,” Jiang Wanqiu picked up the chalk and drew ten circles on the blackboard. “Look, if we break down a complex problem into smaller problems, like dividing an apple, isn’t it much simpler?”
As she spoke, she guided Wang Xiaogang, breaking down the complex word problem into "first calculate the total price of the meat," "then calculate the total price of all the items," and "finally subtract the total amount from the total price," step by step, making it clear and easy to understand.
Before Jiang Wanqiu could finish speaking, a clever child had already picked up a pencil and started calculating on the draft paper. Suddenly, the child looked up and shouted, "I know! We should get one yuan and one cent back!"
Jiang Wanqiu nodded with a smile: "This student is great, absolutely right. Shall we all give him a round of applause?"
"Wow—" The whole class burst into enthusiastic applause.
Looking at the clear steps on the blackboard and then at Jiang Wanqiu's gentle smile on the podium, Wang Xiaogang blushed for the first time and sat down, completely convinced.
Sun Xiaomei, who was waiting to see the show from outside the window, turned green with anger when she saw this scene. In the end, she could only roll her eyes and turn away.
The afternoon is for music interest class.
The children were seeing this "foreign thing"—the violin—for the first time, and they all craned their necks, their eyes full of curiosity.
Immediately afterwards, a melodious and gentle tune flowed through the simple classroom for the first time.
The children, who had been chattering away just moments before, fell silent instantly. Their eyes widened as if under a spell, and they were completely absorbed in the beautiful sounds they had never heard before.
The music drifted far away through the window.
In the next classroom, Sun Xiaomei, who was teaching, was annoyed by the piano music. Seeing that several children in her class were craning their ears to listen, she angrily threw the chalk on the podium and scolded, "What are you looking at! What are you listening to! Everyone, pay attention in class!"
Just then, a young man in military uniform walked to the principal's office door with a document in his hand. He was about to knock when he was drawn to the sound of the piano and stopped in his tracks.
It was Gu Feiyan.
He followed the sound and quietly walked to the window of Jiang Wanqiu's classroom.
Through the glass, he quietly watched the woman inside playing the violin. She was focused, elegant, and radiant.
Dark emotions were gently churning in Gu Feiyan's dark eyes.
The school bell rang, and the piano music stopped abruptly. The children still held onto the woman, refusing to let her leave, until the next class bell rang. The teacher of the next class came over and scolded the children, sending them back to their classrooms. Only then could Jiang Wanqiu escape.
Jiang Wanqiu had just stepped out of the classroom with her violin when someone called out to her.
"Teacher Jiang."
She turned around and saw Gu Feiyan standing in the corridor.
"Officer Gu," Jiang Wanqiu said, somewhat surprised, "is something the matter?"
Gu Feiyan looked at the violin in her arms and smiled: "Teacher Jiang, may I speak to you privately for a moment? I... I think I might need to ask you for a favor."
Jiang Wanqiu nodded: "Of course."
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