Chapter 17. Don't worry, stranger, I understand. ...
Chapter 17
Teacher Jin? Colleague?
Jiang Xuli froze, and a certain possibility instantly flashed through her mind.
At that moment, he wanted to turn around and leave. Clearly, the boy was finding it hard to accept that his stepmother had suddenly become his teacher.
In reality, however, his expression grew increasingly cold, his feet seemed to be filled with cement, solidifying into heavy stones, before he walked into the office without saying a word.
This left the homeroom teacher completely baffled.
Jiang Xuli was a student in his class. He came from a well-off family. Although he was not as arrogant as other rich kids, he was quite stubborn and often slept in Chinese class, which made the Chinese teacher cry several times.
However, his math and physics teachers treasured him.
The homeroom teacher really didn't know how to manage such a student who was both loved and hated.
If you tell someone that studying hard will make them a lot of money in the future, they'll immediately ask you if they'll earn more than their dad.
How is the homeroom teacher supposed to answer this? Everyone knows his father is Jiang Mingxu, the founder of Mingji Technology, the largest technology company in City A!
So when the homeroom teacher learned that Jiang Xuli had been fighting on campus, he was not angry at all, but rather surprised that she had actually been fighting.
"Come on, tell me what happened. That old man from Class 7 has come to me several times, saying that you beat their students until their noses bled. Is that true?"
Jiang Xuli nodded.
He did hit the person, there's nothing more to say about that.
The boy was arrogant and unruly, disdainful of explaining himself to the public, which, in the eyes of his homeroom teacher, was tantamount to a disguised form of acknowledgment.
He immediately frowned: "I believed you weren't the type to act rashly, but if you don't say anything, I can't make the decision for you!"
His words unconsciously took on a stern tone.
On the other side, Jin Ran only glanced at Jiang Xuli when he came in, and then looked away.
She remembered the other person's "warning" to pretend not to know her in public and act as the most familiar stranger.
Right now, she was consulting with her older colleagues about teaching experience while holding her textbook. She wasn't paying special attention to what was happening over there, but because the office was small, the conversation inevitably got over her ears.
fight?
Jin Ran didn't find it strange.
Jiang Xuli is not a well-behaved child in the traditional sense. Skipping classes, riding motorcycles, arguing with her father—everything she does is typical of a rebellious teenager.
On her first day at work, she encountered her stepson getting into a fight, leaving her unsure whether to consider herself lucky or unlucky.
Moreover, she subconsciously felt that Jiang Xuli wouldn't hit someone for no reason.
The reason is probably that a boy who adopts stray cats can't be that bad-hearted, right?
Jin Ran thought this to herself, but on the surface she did nothing. She just listened to a few words casually and then focused her attention on preparing her lessons.
She joined the company halfway through her career, which is a mixed bag – good or bad, it's definitely a bit of a problem.
The first year of high school is coming to an end. I heard from other teachers that since the previous math teacher left, the math class for Class 3 of the first year has been taught by the teacher from Class 4.
Because he wasn't her direct teacher, there were bound to be many oversights. Furthermore, the students in Class 3 didn't feel a sense of belonging to this temporary teacher and never asked her questions. In the most recent monthly exam, Class 3's math scores dropped significantly, falling from fifth to seventh place in the grade.
Jin Ran opened the school brochure and discovered that there were only seven classes in the entire first year of high school.
She frowned worriedly, guessing there would be challenges, but she hadn't expected them to be this big.
What she didn't expect was that while she was pondering the problem, the situation around her had already developed to another stage.
"Bang!"
A loud noise suddenly rang out, startling the other teachers in the office, including Jin Ran. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the homeroom teacher of Class 3 slamming her hand on the table: "You hit people just because you don't like them? What if you don't like a teacher one day? Are you going to hit the teacher too?"
Jiang Xuli said lazily, "I wouldn't dare."
"I think you're not afraid, you're too daring! In that case, call your parents!"
The homeroom teacher made the final decision.
Jin Ran: "..."
Wait, she's only been gone for a moment, what happened?
The scene before her was far too varied—unruly students, an enraged teacher, and five or six colleagues watching the spectacle. Her first day at work was certainly going to be quite eventful.
The homeroom teacher was genuinely angry.
However, his current actions seem to be somewhat theatrical.
Jiang Xuli's identity was rather special, so he dared not investigate further, nor did he dare to let it go lightly. He simply threw the conflict out there and used the pretext of calling the parents to let others deal with the mess.
The homeroom teacher's idea is indeed good.
Upon hearing that her parents would be called, Jiang Xuli's nonchalant expression vanished, and she instinctively turned towards Jin Ran.
He didn't even know why he was looking. Only when he saw Jin Ran's indescribable expression did his lips suddenly tighten, and his sharp, piercing eyes trembled, like lilies of the valley suppressed by rain. After a moment, he stiffly turned his face away.
It doesn't matter.
He thought.
The boy pretended to be indifferent, but anyone with eyes could see the embarrassment he was trying to hide.
The homeroom teacher followed the gaze and saw the new teacher looking "frightened." She coughed and said, "Well, Ms. Jin, since you'll be teaching this class from now on, what do you think? Should we call the parents in this situation?"
Before Jin Ran could even be surprised that she had become her stepson's personal teacher, she heard the next question and reflexively answered, "If he really did something wrong, you can call his parents."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuli pursed her lips even tighter.
The homeroom teacher nodded in satisfaction: "Children's education cannot rely solely on teachers; it also requires the cooperation of parents."
Jin Ran glanced at Jiang Xuli. The boy had already lowered his head, so she couldn't see his expression. She could only see two cowlicks in the middle of his thick hair. The internet said that people with cowlicks like that are usually stubborn: "Teacher Chen is right."
The tone shifted abruptly, "But I was thinking that a fight can't be a one-person problem. I heard there were three people on the other side who got beaten up? How did Jiang... this classmate manage to get a nosebleed?"
This question stumped the homeroom teacher.
Teachers usually only care about their own classes and rarely go deep-sea fishing. When the teacher from Class 7 came to find him, he didn't think much of it, but now he suddenly feels something is wrong.
"Could there be any misunderstanding?" Jin Ran asked seriously. "Perhaps we can ask the teachers of Class 7 together. If it really is our students' problem, then we can call their parents. Otherwise, if we invite their parents here rashly and there is a misunderstanding, it will be difficult to explain to them later."
Jin Ran didn't say this for anyone in particular; she simply felt that it was just right.
In her past life, when she was a volunteer, she saw many students being called to the school by their parents. The purpose of calling the parents was more to intimidate the students and make them obey.
Can Jiang Xuli be intimidated?
Jin Ran felt it was unlikely, and it might even provoke the boy to rebel more severely.
The homeroom teacher fell into thought.
Putting everything else aside, Jin Ran said something that struck a chord with him. If they called that person over only to find it was a misunderstanding, and a misunderstanding about the other person's own son at that, then things would get a bit complicated.
After thinking for a moment, the homeroom teacher went to the office across the street to find the teacher of Class 7.
After some discussion, the two called all the students over. At first, the students who had been beaten were still stubborn and insisted that it was Jiang Xuli's fault. Later, Chen Xunliang and Wang Shuya, who had secretly come over, stood up and said that they had bullied their classmates first, which was why Jiang Xuli had to take action. Only then did the students have to admit it.
The teacher of Class 7 was utterly humiliated. The school violence had actually occurred in her own class. She couldn't help but give a stern reprimand and, in front of everyone, notify the parents of the students involved.
Jiang Xuli, although acting bravely for a just cause, used the wrong method by openly fighting on campus, so he was punished by having to write a thousand-word self-criticism.
Jin Ran didn't know what happened after that.
She just came to report for duty today, and in just one day, she has already gained several colleagues, three A4 pages of valuable teaching experience, and also happened to catch a juicy tidbit of gossip.
After the last class in the evening, I quickly packed my things and prepared to go home.
As I reached the stairs, a person suddenly appeared from around the corner.
Jiang Xuli stood with his hands in his pockets, seemingly having waited for quite a while. When the person appeared, he looked at her with a complicated expression, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but Jin Ran ignored him and walked past.
Jiang Xuli: "..."
A vein throbbed on his forehead. Confused about what the woman was up to, he stepped forward again and blocked her path: "You..."
Jin Ran immediately gestured to stop her, then glanced around warily to make sure no one else was there before letting out a sigh of relief and saying meaningfully, "Don't worry, stranger, I understand."
Jiang Xuli was speechless for a moment.
Unable to express his thoughts, he couldn't swallow them down, and for a moment, the young man's handsome face turned red.
Hmm, the liver is red.
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Jin Ran saw a familiar Porsche at the school gate.
She was slightly surprised, not expecting Jiang Mingxu to come and pick her up. She had been prepared to walk home!
Her steps became lighter, and she couldn't help but run over with small, quick steps. But when she opened the car door, she found that Jiang Mingxu was not in the car.
"President Jiang encountered some trouble and accidentally reopened the wound on his arm, so he sent me alone to pick you up."
"That's what the driver, Xiao Sun, explained."
Jiang Xuli, who happened to be passing by pushing his motorcycle, heard this and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Jin Ran could clearly see that the healthy wheat color on the boy's face gradually faded, leaving only a paper-like paleness.
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