Soon, someone guessed the problem.
"Principal, are you out of money again?"
Fang Zhiyi was a little embarrassed: "What are you talking about? As the principal, I have plenty of money!"
The students' eyes were full of doubt.
"No, don't you miss home?" Fang Zhiyi quickly changed the subject. "Go home and let your parents see you! It's my way of giving them an explanation, isn't it?"
To everyone's surprise, many students became depressed when the topic of going home came up.
They've been here for so long, and their parents haven't visited them even once, no matter how much they were abused before or how much hope they have now.
Fang Zhiyi was at her wit's end: "How about this, those of you who want to go home can go home, but don't embarrass me. Those of you who don't want to go home, come and work with me?"
To his surprise, these students were even more enthusiastic than he was when it came to finding part-time work.
“That’s why I said the existence of these schools isn’t just a problem with the schools themselves; some parents are the problem.” Fang Zhiyi sighed. Fang Chenghan glanced at him, and Fang Zhiyi immediately pointed at him, “I’m fine! I provide for you, so of course I can’t be with you! Do you think adults can be in two places at once?”
Fang Chenghan muttered, "I didn't say it was your problem."
With the help of social connections from teachers who were not particularly professional in their respective subjects, many students from the school went out on the streets under the guise of internships. They were initially excited about staying at school for a long time, but soon felt the pressure from society.
Fang Chenghan was alright. He often saw his father working part-time late into the night. In order not to lose to him, he gritted his teeth and persevered. But soon, some of his classmates started crying for no reason.
"Hey, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to rest for a while?" Even though he was busy and dizzy, Fang Chenghan still didn't forget his responsibilities.
The classmate said, "I thought of my mom. She works at a fruit shop, often works overtime, and we even argue..."
Fang Chenghan glanced at him with a complicated expression. A thought flashed through his mind: Could his father have even thought of this?
Before the whirlwind of their working life was even halfway over, many students had already returned home.
Some cried as soon as they entered the door, some kept apologizing, and some remained silent, but their parents were all overjoyed at their return, and even called Fang Zhiyi to thank them.
But Fang Zhiyi looked at the students who were still working part-time and shook her head. It was obvious that something was wrong with their families.
They even treated the school as their home, going out to work in the morning and returning to school in the evening, chatting and laughing.
However, to Fang Zhiyi's surprise, on the first day of the new semester, there was a lot of money piled up on her desk.
Fang Chenghan sat casually on the sofa next to him: "I couldn't stop them. They said they knew our family was poor, so they gave you all the money they earned from working." He snorted, "Mine went in too." Looking at Fang Zhiyi's eyes, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he simply stood up and walked out.
Xiao Hei stared wide-eyed: "I never expected this! I really never imagined that these kids had been carrying this in their hearts all along?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled: "That's why I told you long ago that humans are very complex. Although sometimes evil thoughts take the lead, there are also people who always have kindness and hope in their hearts."
"I suddenly understand why you bought this school in the first place."
"No, you still don't understand." There was a hint of cunning in Fang Zhiyi's smile.
Xiao Hei looked at him with a puzzled expression, then shook his head: "Sometimes I feel like you're not human at all. You're much more complicated than ordinary humans, I'm serious."
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