I am a Big Player
Chapter 329 - 327, You guys are still too young (first update)_1

Chapter 329: 327, You guys are still too young (first update)_1

The principal of No.4 Middle School began to question his own worldview as soon as he saw the offer letter from Juilliard School of Music. He knew very well what kind of institution Juilliard was; as the principal of No.4 Middle School, every year many from the school went abroad, and among them, many were students with special talents in the arts.

Therefore, he was quite familiar with the rankings of foreign colleges and universities. The Juilliard School of Music consistently ranks among the top music institutions in the world and could be considered the dream of many students who major in music.

Now, here was a student who had been attending school as usual and suddenly took a two-month leave—arranged by Zhou Wumeng, no less. Upon returning, this student presented him with an offer letter from Juilliard.

Not admission, but employment.

The principal scrutinized the document for a long while before he finally dared to confirm it: "Professor? Directly a professor of the Composition Department?!"

Indeed, it was not a lecturer, but a professorship that was offered, complete with a $22,000 monthly salary and a special appointment.

No.4 Middle School had produced many exceptionally talented students. Logically, the principal’s nerves should have been quite robust, but upon seeing Ren He, he felt it wasn’t so much exceptional talent he was encountering as it was horror.

Had foreigners gone mad? This was just a 16-year-old high school student!

The principal thought for a long time and didn’t know what to say, whether to offer congratulations or caution. After careful consideration, he said earnestly, "This is definitely a good thing. At least your skills in music have been recognized. But you must remember that you are still a high school student. Your own academics, outlook on life, values, and worldview are all still incomplete. So I hope that even after you start working, you can continue with your studies. You’ve probably heard the old saying so many times it’s become trite: ’Learning is for oneself.’

What the principal said was sensible. Even though Ren He had ascended to a position at Juilliard as a teacher, he was still a student himself. A life path such as this was incomplete.

It’s like the satirical story goes, where one asks a beggar, "If you became the emperor, what would you do?"

The beggar said I would beg with a golden bowl.

This is a joke, and such things don’t exist in reality, but it does reflect certain truths. Once someone ascends suddenly, they might feel very lost. Some nouveaux riches don’t even know how to spend their money.

Ren He had seriously considered this issue before. His considerations were still different from those of the principal. The $22,000 monthly salary and the status of a Juilliard professor were, for him, dispensable. All he wanted to do was to spare no effort and heed no danger for the sake of love.

However, if this meant he would stop his studies, it would be a regret for him. In his previous life, Ren He only attended a second-tier, low-level university and never had the chance to experience what one might call true elite education. Initially, he had quite some expectations for No.4 Middle School, but due to his own time management, he had not engaged much with other prodigies.

Now about to go abroad, Ren He had already laid out clear instructions for everything concerning Qinghe Games and decided to be a hands-off manager. In the realm of extreme sports too, he needed a phase of recuperation and restoration. So, in fact, Ren He suddenly seemed to have some spare time, with nothing serious to attend to.

Elder Zhou’s Harry Potter was also gradually getting on the right track. The Chinese-to-English translation had just been completed, and all operations were awaiting approval of the book in various countries. There wasn’t much more Ren He could help with.

Therefore, Ren He’s plan was to continue his education upon his arrival in the United States. Being both a teacher and a student would be an interesting experience, wouldn’t it?

Ren He said with a smile, "I’ve considered that as well. I will continue to study when I get there; rest assured." In fact, Ren He didn’t need to explain all this to the principal, but unconsciously, he had come to regard him as an elder.

In fact, you can always tell whether someone truly cares for you or not. And someone like the old principal, who dedicated his entire life to serving the students of No.4 Middle School until his last breath, deserved Ren He’s utmost respect.

"As long as you’re aware of that, I will of course give you the green light. It’s good to open your eyes to the world out there, but remember to come back," the old principal said earnestly.

Ren He realized the conversation had taken on a more serious tone, and he said, "I completely understand the principle of ’fallen leaves returning to the roots.’ And as for building our socialist motherland, I won’t stay abroad and not return."

"There are always people who think the sky abroad is exceptionally blue, claiming that everyone is treated equally there, and that there’s true freedom of speech, as though it’s really that great. Indeed, society abroad is somewhat more advanced than ours, but the so-called discrimination-free regard to nationality and race can’t be ignored overnight. After all, home is best; this is where home is," the old principal sighed, then smiled, "Why am I telling you this? When you return, make sure to visit No.4 Middle School often. We have to thank you for your scholarship; it has relieved many of my financial worries..."

"Haha, don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few years," Ren He laughed, "Who knows, maybe one day I’ll become a wealthy idler with nothing to do and come back to No.4 Middle School to apply for a music teacher position?"

"Stop dreaming, cut the nonsense with me," the old principal waved his hand dismissively. "Go take care of your business."

That very night, Ren He had dinner in the Courtyard House with Liu Erbao, An Si, and others, prepaying the New Year’s salary to Uncle Fang and Mrs. Wang, since the house still needed looking after while Ren He was abroad for a few years. He would come back each year to stay for a while, and the cost of the plane ticket was something he could now afford to overlook.

Furthermore, diligent housekeepers like Uncle Fang and Mrs. Wang were hard to come by, and who knows, maybe in the future when he got married and had children, they would have to help out more, looking after Yang Xi...

Thinking of this, Ren He couldn’t help but smile; he really was getting ahead of himself.

However, lost in thought, he couldn’t help but wonder where Yang Xi was right now, why she couldn’t even contact him.

Just then, Ren He’s phone rang. It was just a message from an unfamiliar number: "Dad confiscated my phone. I’m using his secretly to send you this. I’m in New York about to complete my enrollment at Juilliard School of Music. Mom will fly here next week. Forgive me for not being able to contact you for so long; I can imagine how worried you must be, just as I worry about you. But you’re famous, and I can find out what’s happening with Knight online."

"I thought long and hard before sending you this message. Actually, after being brought to the States, I hesitated whether or not to tell you. I was afraid you would become exhausted chasing after me, just like the troubles you went through to attend No.4 Middle School once upon a time. It seems issues always arise because of me, and it makes me feel guilty in the still of the night. But in the end, I still sent it. Please forgive my selfishness because I can’t be without you."

"This time, it will probably be difficult for you to be by my side like how you did with No.4 Middle School, but I know you can come visit. Just to see me would be nice, and I will sneak back home to see you too, I promise."

"Once dad and mom leave, I’ll contact you right away. Please don’t forget me. No need to reply."

Whew, Ren He exhaled. So Yang En had been keeping her under control.

Yang En was a professional who had undergone formal training. When he had an official identity, he was an ambassador; without one, he immediately became a spy. It was actually quite easy for someone like him to keep an eye on his daughter.

But it seemed that even Yang Xi felt that this time, he wouldn’t be able to stay with her for long... You’re still too young!

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Because of moving to a new house and having visitors, I need to go back and do some housework, so the rest might be updated later