Chapter 0564: The First Day

Every toad squatting at the bottom of a well, even if there’s no swan around, occasionally lifts its head to look at the sky and can spot one or two swan beauties who can be admired from afar but not toyed with. For men, those swans might be the girls who were always princesses in childhood house-playing games, the school beauties of their student days, or some female boss in their career.

The swan in Zhao Fusheng’s eyes now was undoubtedly Fan Baobao.

Though he was reluctant to admit it, that girl was indeed the most beautiful girl he had known during his school years. Perhaps from that time on, her shadow had already been in his heart.

As for everything that had come to pass up to now, it was probably just a matter of course.

Since he had to get up early the next day to go to school, Zhao Fusheng went to bed very early. At a little past five the next morning, he got up and started getting ready. Glancing at the bed across from him, that bastard Tan Kaixuan had indeed not come back all night—definitely up to no good.

With time tight, Zhao Fusheng hurriedly dressed and washed, ate breakfast in the cafeteria, then took a taxi straight to Hongqi Middle School.

In the early morning around six, the roads were already bustling with people—those going to work, those going to school, and of course, most of them riding bicycles.

Especially the closer one got to the middle school, the more it was filled with students heading to school early.

“Here we are, seventeen yuan.” The taxi stopped. Zhao Fusheng paid the fare, got out, and walked into the school.

When he arrived at Wang Xiaorong’s office, sure enough, she hadn’t come at all. It seemed she had handed the task to him and was taking it easy.

Smiling, Zhao Fusheng didn’t mind and walked toward the classroom on his own.

Before he even reached the classroom, he heard a buzzing noise not far away. Frowning, Zhao Fusheng sighed.

They say knowledge changes destiny, but for most rural children, they don’t realize how their current study time will change their future lives.

The vast majority are wasting their time and lives, laughing and cursing every day, recklessly squandering what they call their youth.

They have no idea that the opportunity to change their own destiny and that of their offspring is quietly slipping through their fingers.

“Ahem…” Standing at the classroom door, Zhao Fusheng gave a soft cough, which quickly caught the students’ attention. At first, they were a bit confused, but then they remembered that Zhao Fusheng was the intern teacher introduced by the homeroom teacher yesterday.

In this era, teachers still held considerable authority over students, especially elementary and middle school kids. Often, a simple word from a teacher outweighed a long, earnest plea from parents.

“The teacher is here, the teacher is here.”

A group of children whispered among themselves, then quickly pretended to study and read.

Zhao Fusheng’s gaze fell on a few familiar children. He thought for a moment but decided not to go talk to them.

Some things are best left to take their natural course. There’s no need to deliberately pursue anything. Sometimes, the more you want a result, the more elusive it becomes.

In life, the most painful feeling is probably this.

“Who is the class monitor?” Zhao Fusheng’s eyes swept across the classroom as he asked slowly.

Soon, a girl with a delicate face stood up: “Hello, teacher, I’m the monitor.”

“What’s your name?”

“Deng Xiuli.”

“Oh, then you’re in charge of leading the morning self-study.” Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and said to her.

He did have an impression of this girl. In his previous life, they had dealt with each other a few times, but back then Zhao Fusheng was erratic, rarely coming to class, and spent most of his time hanging out with a few boys.

“Okay, teacher.” Deng Xiuli nodded respectfully, then turned to discipline the class. A few troublemakers who usually didn’t listen now kept quiet, not daring to make a sound, since Zhao Fusheng was standing right there, representing the homeroom teacher.

Watching the children reciting their lessons, a smile appeared on Zhao Fusheng’s lips.

“Oh, Xiao Zhao, you actually got up?” At that moment, a surprised voice came from behind him. Zhao Fusheng turned around and saw Wang Xiaorong standing behind him.

“Teacher Wang.” Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised. To be honest, he hadn’t expected Wang Xiaorong to come so early.

“Heh, I thought you hadn’t come, so I came to check. I didn’t expect you to be up.” Wang Xiaorong gave Zhao Fusheng a meaningful look: “Not bad, you’re different from the usual interns.”

She had supervised interns before, but those from Binzhou Normal University in the provincial capital were either arrogant, acting as if they were something special and looking down on the students of this rural school, or they just registered their names, came to fill out forms, and went through the motions. Few young people were like Zhao Fusheng, who actually followed the intern teacher’s arrangements properly.

“You flatter me.” Zhao Fusheng smiled and calmly shifted his gaze to the side.

He couldn’t help it—Wang Xiaorong was dressed too lightly today, or rather, the magnificent swell of her chest was too imposing, making it awkward to look at.

Wang Xiaorong herself seemed unaware of that. She gave a charming smile and said to Zhao Fusheng, “Come on, let me show you around. For morning self-study, you don’t have to stay here the whole time.”

Zhao Fusheng wanted to refuse, but Wang Xiaorong walked ahead, giving him no chance to decline. Helpless, he had to follow behind her.

Watching the graceful figure walking ahead, Zhao Fusheng silently sighed in his heart.

In his aesthetic judgment, Wang Xiaorong would be considered a strikingly beautiful woman even in a big city, let alone in a place like Hongqi Middle School. No wonder so many people had ulterior thoughts about her, and no wonder she wasn’t content to stay in this place.

People strive to move upward, just as water flows downward. Often, the development of things cannot be changed by a single person’s thoughts. Just like now, Zhao Fusheng didn’t know how much interest Wang Xiaorong had in him because of that mobile phone.

“By the way, Xiao Zhao, where do your parents work?” Wang Xiaorong asked as they walked, seemingly casually.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled: “My dad is laid off and now runs his own small business.”

He was telling the truth. As for how Wang Xiaorong interpreted it, that was her own business.

Wang Xiaorong nodded thoughtfully: “Oh, I see.”

Clearly, she was skeptical of Zhao Fusheng’s words.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. Sometimes, even if you tell the truth, people may not believe it. But that’s life.