Chapter 27 The label "Mrs. Jiang Mingxu"...
Chapter 27
The school forum was bustling with activity early in the morning.
"Hey, have you guys heard about that?"
[Really? Someone actually dared to stop that person? Are they crazy?]
[Trembling with fear, several students from Class 6 who got into a fight have transferred schools one after another. All I can say is, this guy's good luck!]
Wait! What, what riddle are you guys solving? Can someone kindly answer this?
[The person upstairs is clearly a junior or senior student. If they don't know Mingji Technology, do you? The son of a Mingji Technology student attends our school. If you search the keyword "JXL," you'll see his glorious deeds of "kicking" classmates and teachers in the past.]
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[I knew there were a lot of rich kids at our school, but I didn't expect so many. Wait, why doesn't this young master go abroad?]
No one answered his sarcastic remarks.
Everyone was clearly more interested in what happened that morning: [This is true, because I was there. When JXL and his gang walked into the school, the scene was so impressive that even the student council had to give them a wide berth. JXL probably knew this, which is why he dared to blatantly not wear a school uniform. The student council was originally going to pretend they didn't see them and let them go, but unexpectedly, a female teacher suddenly appeared and stopped them. No exaggeration, JXL's face instantly turned black. I was terrified. The female teacher looked very young; if JXL had punched her, she might have cried. But guess what? She wasn't intimidated at all and immediately took out her discipline book and deducted points from JXL's record.]
Oh, she's a young teacher. No surprise.
[Oh no, is JXL really going to hit the female teacher?]
Of course! That female teacher might already be at the hospital.
[No, after the female teacher deducted the points, she casually handed JXL a broom and told him to sweep up the fallen leaves at the school gate.]
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So JXL actually went and scanned it.
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Jiang Xuli returned to her classroom after sweeping up the fallen leaves.
As he entered, the students in his seats all looked up at him simultaneously, causing him to furrow his brow. They then pretended not to care and looked away.
Wang Shuya turned around and, several seats away, inquired, "Jiang Xuli, what does Teacher Jin want with you?"
Ever since she discovered that Jin Ran had given Jiang Xuli a set of math test papers, Wang Shuya had been holding a grudge. She forcefully took the papers and made a copy, but in the end, she still couldn't finish them even after five days.
It's too difficult.
But she didn't think it was a problem with her own ability. The difficulty of those questions far exceeded that of the first year of high school. Instead, she felt that Jiang Xuli was secretly working hard. Since then, she has been keeping an eye on Jiang Xuli. Although she had been keeping an eye on him before, she was keeping an eye on him even more closely now. When she heard about certain things, her eyes couldn't help but show suspicion: "When did you become so familiar with Teacher Jin?"
Jiang Xuli frowned: "Who said that?"
Wang Shuya glanced at him, her tone inexplicably sour: "Otherwise, why would Teacher Jin only target you and not others?"
Jiang Xuli: "???"
Is this even human language?
Do you want this good fortune?
Jiang Xuli laughed in anger, letting out a cold snort. He realized that the woman possessed bewitching magic; anyone who came into contact with her would be completely captivated.
Even he was almost fooled.
Thinking about what happened to her this morning, Jiang Xuli's teeth started to itch again.
Little did they know, Wang Shuya truly wanted it.
She was the discipline monitor of Class 3 and was very responsible for discipline issues. After class, she went to the office to find Jin Ran.
"Teacher Jin, next time it's your turn to be on duty, I'll help you."
Jin Ran remembered the little girl who always followed Jiang Xuli.
Young people always think they've hidden their true feelings perfectly, unaware that their thoughts are as transparent as glass to adults. At their first meeting, Jin Ran could tell the young girl liked Jiang Xuli; the deliberate chance encounters and the evasive glances were the most straightforward scenes of youth.
This reminded her of a joke she had read: When she was a child, she always wondered why she was caught cheating. Later, when she became a teacher, she realized that her teachers had been lenient with her.
The accompanying picture shows elementary school students sitting upright during an exam, but their eyes darting around.
In her eyes, Wang Shuya was no different from the elementary school students in the jokes.
However, after spending time with her, she still quite liked the girl.
For no other reason than that the other student was always exceptionally enthusiastic during math class. Sometimes, even when she herself was a little tired, she would look down at the podium and meet Wang Shuya's eager eyes.
After class, while others were chatting and playing on their phones, she would come after me with a notebook full of questions.
Which teacher doesn't like a diligent student?
There's only one thing that's not so good.
"Teacher Jin, please don't blame Jiang Xuli. He definitely didn't mean to not wear the school uniform. I heard from others that his father just got married and might not be able to take care of him."
Jin Ran: "..."
Here it comes, this is the bad thing she was talking about.
Her good student, having heard some rumors from somewhere, always spoke up for Jiang Xuli in front of her.
Jin Ran pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly: "Wang Shuya, this is someone else's business, and you've never even met that... stepmother. It's impolite to talk about others behind their backs."
Wang Shuya couldn't help but say too much, and upon hearing this, she realized her mistake and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Teacher Jin."
"Besides, how can you be so sure she's bad at math? What if she's a hidden math genius?"
Wang Shuya, who had just been apologizing, immediately retorted, "Impossible! Teacher Jin is the most amazing!"
Jin Ran: "..."
For a moment, it was both funny and infuriating.
What's infuriating is that minors are not mentally stable and easily swayed by rumors.
What's funny is that even in this situation, the other party still highly praised his math lessons.
What could she do? She couldn't very well tell the other person that they were both her!
Jin Ran felt that things were not going to continue like this.
So, just as Wang Shuya was about to say something, she became serious and earnestly admonished her: "If you really want to understand someone, you should personally get to know them and communicate with them, instead of relying on hearsay, and you should not easily draw conclusions without understanding them at all."
"It's a good thing to care about your classmates."
Seeing Wang Shuya blush, Jin Ran softened her tone slightly, "But the premise is that your concern is well-intentioned, and not based on prejudice."
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Being a caring older sister is not an easy task. After Wang Shuya left the office thoughtfully, the other teachers saw Jin Ran slumped on the table with a look of utter despair and comforted her with smiles.
"This is nothing. This is how it is for us teachers. This is still considered good. The homeroom teachers and department heads are even busier."
"Absolutely. Look at Teacher Chen. He's middle-aged and half of his hair is gone. If this continues, he'll become a monk in a few years."
"And then there's the head of academic affairs, who not only focuses on academic performance and cares about students' mental health, but also manages the teaching staff and handles school administration—one person doing two jobs."
"I heard the principal has started looking for candidates recently?" a teacher began sharing the gossip. "Probably one of those veteran teachers from the senior year."
Upon hearing this, Jin Ran jumped up from the table.
"Is it confirmed?"
She asked impatiently.
The other teachers were taken aback by Jin Ran's energetic appearance, but then couldn't help but admire the resilience of young people: "Not yet, the principal probably has something to consider."
"The position may be filled through a competitive process and a comprehensive evaluation."
At that moment, Ms. Lu from next door suddenly spoke up.
Teacher Lu is the principal's nephew. He doesn't talk much, but when he does, it's always a bombshell.
Everyone thought he got the information from the principal, and Jin Ran thought so too. Her eyes lit up instantly. As a young teacher, age and experience were her unavoidable "shortcomings" that could not be changed in the short term, unless she was willing to endure decades at the school and become the dean of teaching when she was in her forties or fifties.
But Jin Ran couldn't wait that long.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have revealed her identity during the job application process.
Although some people may see this as unfair, she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.
First of all, she did get the job based on her own merit. She graduated from a prestigious university, and her trial lecture performance was outstanding among the interviewees. Unless Wencheng Middle School suddenly lost its mind, they would have let her pass.
Secondly, there are various unspoken rules in the workplace. For example, under the same conditions, men are often more likely to be hired than women, and married women with children are more likely to be favored than unmarried women.
Jin Ran also loathed these unspoken rules, but powerless to change the status quo, she chose to seize every opportunity.
When competitors are equally capable, extra "advantages" can often be the key to victory. Therefore, Jin Ran has a clear understanding of her own position: a professional with extra advantages.
Her teaching experience may not be as good as that of senior teachers, and her professional level may not be as good as that of outstanding colleagues, but she has one advantage that other teachers do not have.
Thinking of something, Jin Ran took out paper and pen and organized the thoughts that had been in her mind during this period.
These ideas had been swirling in her mind for a long time, and now they flowed out smoothly. In less than half an hour, a detailed promotional plan for Wencheng Middle School was completed.
As soon as the bell rang, she grabbed the forms and headed straight for the principal's office.
The principal of Wencheng Middle School was in his fifties, broad-shouldered and plump, and looked very kind. However, a series of recent events had left him looking worried. When he saw Jin Ran come in, he forced himself to cheer up and said with a smile, "Teacher Jin is here."
Not many people at the school knew Jin Ran's true identity; the principal was one of them.
However, the other party's employment was not an exception. When he learned about this, the list of interviewees and the list of those to be hired had already been finalized, and Jin Ran was clearly on it.
At first, he thought that Mrs. Jiang, who came from a wealthy family, would not be able to adapt, or that she was only going to school to take care of her stepson.
Unexpectedly, after the woman joined the school, she neither put on airs nor sought special treatment. On the contrary, she was more diligent than many senior teachers. Over time, the principal stopped paying special attention to her.
"Is Ms. Jin settling in well at school? Please let me know if you need any help. Our school values teachers' feelings."
For President Jiang's sake, the principal will help her out as long as it's not too troublesome.
Jin Ran didn't know what the principal was thinking, but she could guess a thing or two.
Before she could prove her abilities, she would still be seen as "Mrs. Jiang Mingxu" in the eyes of others.
Fortunately, she didn't mind. She even took the initiative to use her position to her advantage, thanking the principal with a smile. Then, she changed the subject and started chatting about everyday matters. She said with concern, "I heard from other teachers that a lot of new schools have been built in City A in recent years, especially middle schools. But the educational resources available are limited, and the share that Wencheng gets is getting smaller and smaller."
"That's right." The principal sighed, his somber mood stirred up. "We originally planned to build a stadium and laboratories this year to provide our students with a better learning environment, but things went wrong right before construction started."
Jin Ran's lips curled up slightly, revealing a proper and appropriate smile: "Although I am just a substitute teacher, I really like Wencheng Middle School. The principal's plan is very visionary. Such a good project should be known by more people."
Upon hearing this, the principal, who had initially been indifferent, had a slight change in his gaze and couldn't help but sit up straight.
His concern stemmed from the fact that after the previous CEO withdrew his investment, the school was unable to find new investors or donors, forcing the matter to be shelved.
Thinking of the woman's identity, the principal tentatively said, "Even the best wine needs advertising. Our school is considered good in the East District, but it still can't compare to those prestigious private schools."
Jin Ran: "I've thought about that too, but I think our school still has some advantages."
Only then did she finally hand over her proposal to the principal, and smiled knowingly: "And the principal also knows that my husband, aside from other things, does know some friends in the industry."
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Jin Ran, who came out of the principal's office, not only got a day off, but also received an additional promise from the principal.
If she can help the school secure sponsorship, she can be involved in the management of subsequent projects.
Nominally it's just doing odd jobs, but it's of great significance to ordinary teachers. After all, most teachers are only responsible for teaching, while she has taken her first step into school administration.
In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the dressing room of the Jiang family villa.
A professional styling team of six was working efficiently and methodically. Stylist Freya, holding two dresses, asked the woman sitting on the sofa reading a book.
"Madam, which of these two dresses do you prefer?"
Jin Ran came to her senses.
The last time she was served by so many people was at a hot pot restaurant when her friend secretly celebrated her birthday. A group of people surrounded her, singing "Happy Birthday."
Now her staff consists of stylists and makeup artists who sincerely ask for her opinion and then fuss over her, determined to make her look her best.
Jin Ran couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious life of the wealthy. Not only did they eat and live well, but they also had people to take care of their clothes and appearance.
At that moment, she glanced at the two dresses in Freya's hands: a dark red halter dress and a silver sequined fishtail dress.
Then, without hesitation, I chose the silver one.
It was Grandpa Jin's 80th birthday, and she was just a fake granddaughter going through the motions; there was really no need for her to dress up in a way that would attract too much attention.
But to her surprise, when she went to the dressing room to change out of her dress, she discovered that the silver one was even more flamboyant than the red one!
The woman in the mirror resembled a mermaid queen from the deep sea, her snow-white back exposed, her delicate butterfly bones poised to take flight.
Below, the skirt features a high slit and a fishtail hem, revealing glimpses of her long legs as she walks.
Jin Ran blushed.
She had never worn such daring clothes before and felt extremely uncomfortable.
But one has to admit, this dress is really beautiful. The off-shoulder and backless design is covered with delicate sequins, shimmering as if surrounded by moonlight. The fabric is cut to the perfect size, fitting the body perfectly and outlining an elegant and sexy curve.
The shyness faded, replaced by an ever-growing joy.
When people are happy, they want to share it. Once the styling was finally finished, she couldn't wait to go outside.
On the other side, the men's formal wear was much simpler than the women's. Jiang Mingxu had already changed his clothes and was sitting in the living room reading a book. Hearing the noise, he turned around.
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