The original owner's school was very generous to university teachers. He earned 500 yuan a month and usually lived in the dormitory arranged by the school.
After receiving the memories, An Jingzhi saw that there were no courses for him, so he walked straight out of the school gate. He first found an agent to rent a square house near the pseudo-government secret service, just two blocks away.
Without rushing back to the dormitory to pack his luggage, An Jingzhi bought a lot of electrical appliances and had them delivered to his newly rented house. After buying some parts available on the market, he returned to the school dormitory and moved his things to Xinxing Road.
After finishing work and eating, close the door.
An Jingzhi was groping carefully in a niche when he suddenly touched a stone. He pushed it hard and a space appeared inside. An Jingzhi walked in and turned on the light and found that this was a wine cellar, but it was empty now. There was still some lingering smell of wine, telling of its former use.
An Jingzhi had looked at many houses and chose this one because of the enclosed space. While viewing the house, he had noticed the space in the back, but the agent hadn't noticed it. He might make some noise, which would be inconvenient in the dormitory. If he rented a place outside, the neighbors might find him. However, he couldn't afford a large villa with a private entrance yet.
This house is his best choice.
An Jingzhi checked the inside carefully, confirming that the air was circulating and there were no other hidden dangers. He cleaned the inside first, and then moved a bunch of things he had bought in. In order to prevent anyone from outside from discovering anything unusual, An Jingzhi also blocked all the gaps in the door with cloth, and then groped his way into the wine cellar.
At three in the morning, muffled noises could be heard from the wine cellar from time to time. If one leaned against the alcove, one could hear a few sparks and the tinkling of knocks. Fortunately, the living room doors were completely sealed, and since it was late at night, no one noticed the noise.
It lasted until 6 o'clock in the morning. An Jingzhi's eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs were swollen, and he was yawning. He walked out with something that looked like an airplane. He locked this thing and a square box in a safe in the house.
After washing up, An Jingzhi prepared to go to school.
The house he rented was indeed close to the Secret Service Department, but it was quite far from the school, and it took half an hour to get there by rickshaw.
It was already 7 o'clock when I finished packing. I hurriedly bought a bun on the roadside, called a rickshaw, and rushed to school.
An Jingzhi was a very elegant man and he loved to wear suits on weekdays. Some female students in the school who didn't know him often mistook him for a classmate. An Jingzhi greeted the female classmates along the way. When he arrived, he first went back to his office to prepare the class materials. From a distance, he could tell that the atmosphere in the office was very tense and everyone seemed to be arguing about something.
As soon as he came in, the quarreling scene seemed to be paused, and everyone stopped arguing. He pretended to be packing up his courseware. He was very unpopular. He had been here for so long and had not made a single friend.
It should be said that the original owner disdained to make friends with these people.
"Good morning, everyone!"
An Jingzhi did not ignore all his colleagues with a cold face like the original owner usually did. Instead, he went against his usual behavior and greeted everyone enthusiastically.
The teachers in the office were a little surprised. They didn't even smile at the other person, as they were all colleagues.
Lu Peng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Good morning, Teacher An. You have class today."
"Yeah. I'm in a hurry to go to class."
Pan Deping also replied with a smile, "Good morning, Teacher An. Is there any good news today? Why are you in such a good mood?" He didn't look at all like the arrogant person he used to have. Instead, he had a more peaceful aura.
"No. Maybe I found a house I was quite satisfied with yesterday, so I'm in a good mood, right?"
An Jingzhi exchanged a few words with those in the office who were willing to talk to him and then went to class with his lesson plan.
In fact, he didn't need any lesson plans when teaching these courses. The original owner taught economics, and his academic qualifications were only average. But when An Jingzhi took over, he could teach with his eyes closed.
After An Jingzhi left, the silent people in the office suddenly spoke up: "He looks so happy. Could it be that a student was arrested by the secret agents yesterday, so he's happy?"
After this person finished speaking, everyone else looked thoughtful. You know what, it's really possible.
Although everyone is unclear about the original owner's identity, everyone knows that this person studied in an island country.
It's hard to say who that heart leans towards. Some people, based on the original owner's previous words and actions, have inferred something. However, although the original owner's heart was with the island nation, he didn't dare to express his political leanings freely while on Chinese soil, even in this place controlled by a pseudo-government. After all, he was surrounded by Chinese people. He wasn't so foolish.
An Jingzhi only had four classes in the morning and two in the afternoon. After class, he didn't go home directly, but walked towards the school library.
When An Jingzhi arrived, he found that Teacher Yue was talking to a librarian. He smiled at Teacher Yue and the librarian and walked inside.
Of course, he was not here to study. He pretended to flip through the books, occasionally picking up one or two to read, and his eyes were fixed on some students around him, trying to find the students in the original owner's memory.
According to the original owner's memory, these people would often come to the library to whisper to each other. The original owner accidentally discovered their abnormal behavior and reported the place where they were gathering to the secret service. So he had no idea what these people were called or what majors they were in. He could only see their faces. There were thousands of people in the school, so it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
After looking around, I didn't see any familiar faces, so I simply took a book and sat on a long table to read.
There were four or five students sitting next to him. They glanced at him and continued to immerse themselves in their books.
An Jingzhi sat there for more than an hour, at a loss. When he was about to leave, his pupils trembled and a student in a white Chinese suit appeared in his sight. The student's face was exactly the same as the student reported by the original owner in his previous life, who was a member of the underground party.
An Jingzhi didn't act immediately. He sat for a few more minutes, pretending to be tired and stretching. He closed his book, stood up, and walked towards the bookshelf. As he passed the student, he took out his student ID card. Using the book as a cover, he glanced at the information on it. Then he looked around, gently dropped the student ID card on the ground, and softly called to Huang Jixian in front of him, "Classmate, you dropped your student ID card."
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