Chapter 203 He Mingshu's Work
In order not to disappoint her most beloved younger sister, Lou Yansui would take out a piece of paper every day after finishing her homework and write a short story about Mao Mao.
However, he had to go to school during the day, do homework at night, and have extra exercises, leaving him little time to write stories. His progress was still not as fast as before he started school, and it took him a long time to write a new story.
But that was enough to make Mao Mao happy.
Mao Mao's favorite story, about Mao Mao and the cat, has started serialization again, and it immediately surpasses all other stories.
When Lou Yansui left for school, she saw her sitting in front of the goldfish tank, holding a big white cat, chattering happily in her baby voice, retelling the stories she had heard to the cat and the goldfish.
only……
As Lou Yansui got into the car, she wondered to herself: Was that how the story he wrote was?
It feels like, apart from the names of the people, what Mao Mao is talking about has nothing to do with what he is writing.
"Ah Sui!"
As soon as Lou Yansui entered the classroom, she was stopped by her friend.
His friends gossiped about him mysteriously: "Ah Sui, have you heard? He Mingshu has been arrested!"
"Arrested?"
Lou Yansui asked in surprise, "What law did he break?"
"It's not illegal. He was working as a waiter at a restaurant after school when the discipline master caught him red-handed!"
"Serving dishes?"
Lou Yansui suddenly realized: "No wonder he's been falling asleep in class so often lately."
Studying all day is tiring enough, and then having to do manual labor at night is exhausting. Those restaurants often stay open until midnight, so there's not enough time to rest at night, and of course, you have to nap during the day.
Jiang Cheng said, "I heard that the discipline director was very angry and called him in to criticize him first thing in the morning. Even Teacher Shen was scolded."
Lou Yansui put down her schoolbag. "Scolding Teacher Shen?"
"Teacher Shen is our homeroom teacher. She was punished because of her poor discipline!"
"Oh, that's really bad luck."
...
Shen Zhaolin and the students were both reprimanded before he led them away from the discipline director's office.
He gently pulled the door shut, and as he closed it, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
The discipline director at Haicheng Middle School was very strict, and when he criticized someone, he was merciless. He hadn't received such a one-sided reprimand in a long time, and he couldn't even talk back.
Shen Zhaolin turned to look at He Mingshu, opened his mouth as if to say something, but first sighed.
He Mingshu bowed his head deeply: "Teacher Shen, I'm sorry."
"Don't say that here."
The discipline director was just across the door. People were coming and going in the corridor, and many teachers were passing by, looking at him with inquisitive eyes.
Shen Zhaolin led the person to a secluded corner where no one was around before saying, "He Mingshu, several teachers have recently told me that you fall asleep in class. Not getting proper rest at night will also affect your learning during the day. You should be aware of this."
He Mingshu lowered his head and mumbled, "I know."
“You’ve been caught by Director Yan this time, and you can’t do that waiter’s job anymore. A student’s priority is to study hard.”
"..."
Shen Zhaolin waited for a long time but did not receive a reply.
He Mingshu lowered his head, only his dark hair facing him. Although he couldn't see his expression or get his response, Shen Zhaolin could roughly guess what he was thinking.
I definitely disagree.
"You're doing this for your mother's medical expenses, right?" Shen Zhaolin asked. "How much more is needed?"
He Mingshu looked up: "Teacher Shen?"
"How much is still owed? I'll cover it for you first," Shen Zhaolin said. "Your grades have always been excellent, so please don't let these things affect them. Don't worry about the money; although teachers don't earn much, they..."
"no!"
He Mingshu shook his head vigorously and hurriedly said, "Teacher Shen, you've already taken good care of me, I can't take your money anymore. I, I..."
He can't pay up.
The amount the doctor told him was an astronomical figure he never dared to imagine; it would take his mother countless years of cooking wontons to save up that amount, even with just his wonton stall.
Besides, Mr. Shen's money didn't come from thin air. He knew that teachers' salaries weren't high; it was just that Mr. Shen was kind-hearted. But he couldn't let someone's kindness make him a burden to Mr. Shen.
Even if he accepted, his mother wouldn't be willing to take it.
They are most afraid of owing favors, because they can't repay them.
He Mingshu shook his head vigorously.
Shen Zhaolin sighed: "Then what will you do? Wait for dishes? Even if you do, it will be a drop in the bucket to earn money for your mother's medical expenses. Besides, it will also affect your studies. You are not allowed to work at the restaurant anymore."
"I...can't..."
He Mingshu stammered, "This is the only job that's willing to hire me."
Shen Zhaolin almost laughed in anger: "You still want to go back to work?!"
He Mingshu didn't dare to refute him, and lowered his head again, showing him his dark head.
Although he had his head down, his back was ramrod straight, displaying an attitude of "rather break than bend" and "unwilling to bow down."
Shen Zhaolin wanted to say something more, but it was already time for class, and the sound of a handbell rang out not far away.
He could only pat He Mingshu on the shoulder and say, "Go on, go to class first, we'll talk about the rest later."
He Mingshu bowed to him and, just as the bell rang for class, quickly ran towards the classroom.
...
The third period in the morning is math class.
Shen Zhaolin walked into the classroom with the textbooks in his arms, and the classroom, which had been a bit noisy, quickly quieted down.
He placed the textbook on the podium and said, "Dear students, before we begin the class, I have something to announce."
Below, several pairs of eyes looked over curiously.
“I plan to select a teaching assistant for our math class so that they can tutor everyone and answer questions when I’m not around,” Shen Zhaolin said. “I’m currently working on a math textbook, and I also need this student to act as my assistant and help me organize relevant materials. Of course, I will pay them for this assistant work. So, I need to choose a student who is very good at math.”
Upon hearing this, the students below immediately turned their attention to the two individuals.
He Mingshu and Lou Yansui.
Noticing everyone's gaze, Shen Zhaolin smiled and said, "That's right, I want to choose from the two students who got full marks in our last big exam. Who would like to volunteer?"
Jiang Cheng, who was sitting next to me, leaned over and whispered, "Ah Sui, I think Teacher Shen will definitely choose you."
Lou Yansui didn't respond, but glanced over.
Jiang Cheng whispered, "Although you and He Mingshu both got full marks in math, we all know that you've already studied advanced material on your own. Your full marks are only out of 100 on the test."
Lou Yansui still did not respond.
But his eyes were full of expectation, and he agreed with Jiang Cheng's words.
It wasn't that he was arrogant; it was just that he had always been confident in his studies and had never lost to anyone. Even though He Mingshu got a perfect score on the last exam, Lou Yansui felt that he knew more than him.
Because he also received extra tutoring from Teacher Shen, and was doing exercises for higher-grade students.
To be able to participate in textbook writing, one must be proficient in the relevant content, and in this respect, he has a great advantage.
So when Shen Zhaolin asked, he, like He Mingshu, confidently raised his hand, determined to win.
The remuneration is not important; what matters is being able to write teaching materials with Professor Shen.
If Mao Mao knew that his name and Teacher Shen's name appeared in a book, she would definitely be incredibly proud of him!
Shen Zhaolin looked at the two and quickly chose: "Then let's go with He Mingshu."
Lou Yansui: "..."
Jiang Cheng, sitting next to him, took a deep breath, his eyes wide, and looked over as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Lou Yansui pursed her lips and lowered her hand.
Shen Zhaolin, standing on the podium, had already opened his textbook: "Class, turn to page 53. Today we're going to talk about..."
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