Chapter 0555: The Intern

Sun Qingfeng finished his call quickly, walked over to thank Zhao Fusheng, and then said with a smile, “I didn’t expect you, still in college, to already be using a mobile phone.”

Zhao Fusheng said, “At school, I helped our advisor with a planning project. The manufacturer later gave it to her, and she gave one to me.”

Sun Qingfeng was taken aback: “Your advisor is really generous.”

After all, this was no cheap pager or the like; mobile phones at that time were absolutely a super luxury that ordinary working-class people could only look up to but never reach.

You see, even civil servants in the provincial capital Binzhou had an annual net income of only about ten thousand yuan. Spending several thousand yuan on a mobile phone was truly painful for them.

“It’s fine. If you need anything, just call me,” Zhao Fusheng said to Sun Qingfeng with a smile.

Sun Qingfeng, though somewhat of a careerist, had no major flaws in principle and could be trusted at critical moments.

Compared to those bureaucrats who talked big, always spouting things like “teachers must have a spirit of dedication, to be like the silkworm that spins silk until death, the candle that turns to ashes before its tears dry,” Sun Qingfeng, though fond of scheming, came from a poor background and was quite considerate toward students from less well-off families.

“Then I won’t stand on ceremony,” Sun Qingfeng nodded.

Then he smiled and said, “By the way, you’ll be interning with Teacher Wang. She’s family, so it’ll be easier to talk things over.”

The Teacher Wang he referred to was naturally his wife, Wang Xiaorong.

Wang Xiaorong also nodded: “Okay, I’m currently teaching a second-year junior high class. Later, you can come with me to take a look.”

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng couldn’t refuse and nodded, but laughed inwardly. After going full circle, he was still an intern under Wang Xiaorong, just like in his previous life.

In his previous life, she had also been his mentor. But back then, he was in a terrible mood—his father had been laid off with no improvement in work, and his family had suffered misfortune—so he was just coasting through here.

Coupled with that incident, Zhao Fusheng had stayed here for less than a month in total.

Following behind Wang Xiaorong, watching her swaying figure ahead, even with Zhao Fusheng’s mature inner self, he couldn’t help swallowing at that moment.

It had to be said that Wang Xiaorong wasn’t that beautiful a woman. Compared to the goddesses of the later internet era, she was at best a seven or eight out of ten.

But the problem was that her temperament added a lot to her appeal. After all, she was a teacher, and at the most attractive age for a woman, she truly gave people a feeling of being smitten.

“Luckily, my queen at home isn’t bad either,” Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

After all, he wasn’t a child. Even if he thought Wang Xiaorong was quite nice, it was merely pure appreciation. This is a common human flaw—people always look at beautiful things with a hint of admiration.

Just as women like to look at handsome men, men naturally like to look at beautiful women.

But appreciation is appreciation; some things are only to be viewed from afar, not to be trifled with.

According to official introductions, Red Flag Middle School was an ordinary junior high school in Yanjiang Township, the suburbs of Ninghai City. It currently had twenty teaching classes, over a thousand students, and fifty faculty members, including seven senior teachers and thirty-six intermediate teachers. The school covered an area of fifty thousand square meters, with a building area of over three thousand square meters.

The class Wang Xiaorong was currently in charge of was Class 6 of the second year. There were nine classes in the entire second year, and Class 6 was an average middle-level class.

“Since many students live nearby, we have morning and evening self-study sessions. Morning self-study usually starts at 6:30. If you have time, you can come too,” Wang Xiaorong said as she walked, introducing the situation to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Then I’ll come early next time. You don’t need to come.”

Wang Xiaorong gave him an approving look, satisfied with his thoughtfulness. Although he was the neighbor’s grandson, rules were rules. Interns were meant to be used by teachers, after all.

“Oh, Teacher Wang, this is…” A familiar teacher in the corridor saw Zhao Fusheng and Wang Xiaorong and asked curiously.

Wang Xiaorong smiled and said, “This is Xiao Zhao, an intern from Ninghai Normal University. I’m mentoring him.”

“Xiao Zhao, this is Teacher Ma.”

“Hello, Teacher Ma.”

“Ah, hello, hello.”

After a few such exchanges of pleasantries, the two finally arrived at the door of Class 6, Second Year.

“Today is a self-study session, so the students don’t have much to do,” Wang Xiaorong turned around and said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, his gaze shifting to the classroom. Those few guys from his memory were still there, each sitting and pretending to study, clearly having just spotted him and Wang Xiaorong.

The students were very quiet. Wang Xiaorong felt it reflected well on her and said to Zhao Fusheng, “They’re all good kids, usually very obedient.”

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. In his previous life, he knew exactly what these guys were like. Take Zhou Bin, sitting in the corner reading a Chinese textbook—the cover was clearly hiding a martial arts novel. And Ma Junwei, flipping through his book unusually fast—he was definitely daydreaming again.

There was no helping it. Having spent a month with these guys day and night in his previous life and gone through many things together, Zhao Fusheng’s impressions of them were too deep.

They were a bunch of brats, and brats with considerable combat power, hard to handle.

As for what Wang Xiaorong said, Zhao Fusheng didn’t believe a single word. It’s said that a leopard can’t change its spots. Could it be that he had been reborn, and those kids had been reborn too?

But his expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the most mischievous troublemakers and felt a bit of anticipation, wondering if they would still prank him like in his previous life.

“Let me introduce everyone. This is Teacher Zhao Fusheng. Starting today, Teacher Zhao will accompany you for morning self-study,” Wang Xiaorong walked to the podium, tapped the desk, and said to the whole class, “Teacher Zhao is a college student assigned to our school for internship. If you have any questions, you can ask him, understand?”

“Got it.”

Below the podium, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Zhao Fusheng. Clearly, they were all curious about him.

“Hello everyone, I’m Zhao Fusheng. If you ever need anything, you can come to me. My office is with Teacher Wang,” Zhao Fusheng said with a smile to the students.

They were all kids in their teens. In his eyes, these familiar yet unfamiliar faces were so endearing.

After all, these people carried memories that left a deep impression on him.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Wang Xiaorong out of the corner of his eye. He was very curious—would this woman wither in the wind, just like in his previous life?