Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 201 - 200 Huh? Partner?

Chapter 201: Chapter 200 Huh? Partner?

Zhou Chujiang rushed to the village’s small school, and upon entering the courtyard, he saw a charming figure disappearing by the door of the westernmost classroom, leading a little kid by hand.

His eyes lit up with joy, and just as he was about to follow, the classroom door closed.

Closing the door? Just closing the door, he was skilled and proficient in dozens of knocking techniques.

"Teacher Zhou, could you come over for a moment?"

Zhou Chujiang hadn’t taken his second step when Principal Wu blocked his path to demonstrate his knocking skills.

Reluctantly glancing at the tightly closed classroom door, Zhou Chujiang walked over to Principal Wu with resignation: "Principal Wu, what can I do for you?"

Principal Wu’s lips curled into a smile, as gentle as ever: "I want to talk to you about the issue of teaching subjects."

This was a serious matter, and Zhou Chujiang couldn’t just deal with it nonchalantly.

He followed Principal Wu into an empty classroom, where Principal Wu sat down opposite him and said, "You’ve seen that our school’s five teachers have already been assigned classes to cover, leaving only the music class which they can’t teach and that I have taken responsibility for."

"Teacher Zhou is a high school Chinese language teacher, teaching music might be a misuse of talent. I heard from Old Feng that you often write for the newspaper, so I was thinking of letting you start a composition class."

Principal Wu’s tone was inquiring, and his look at Zhou Chujiang was full of concern, afraid that he might become upset.

Zhou Chujiang thought for a moment and nodded: "I can teach composition, but I heard from Teacher Wang Dong that Teacher Lin teaches first-grade Chinese and math, how about I also take a first-grade Chinese class?"

Principal Wu still smiled, but his tone was extra firm: "No need, Nianhe can handle it, she has already planned out the teaching schedule."

Zhou Chujiang wanted to argue for himself, but noticed that Principal Wu’s gaze was exceptionally determined. Although he was still smiling, it clearly left no room for negotiation.

He could only console himself—the first-grade composition class was still his, so there would be no lack of opportunities!

Thinking of leaving a good impression on Principal Wu, Zhou Chujiang promptly nodded without further ado.

Principal Wu thought he was quite understanding and then switched topics to ask a few casual questions about whether he was adapting to his living situation.

The environment at Ten Miles Team’s Educated Youth Corps was actually better than most villagers’ homes, but still no match for Zhou Family’s.

Zhou Chujiang briefly recalled the sounds of snoring and teeth grinding from last night’s big bunk bed, along with the lingering smell of feet, and shuddered.

Seeing his reaction, Principal Wu knew he was not adapting well. With an apologetic look, she said, "The school doesn’t have teacher dormitories. If Teacher Zhou really can’t adapt, you can go home to live. I can adjust the timetable for you, so you don’t have to teach the first and last classes of the day."

In some aspects, Principal Wu was stubborn to a suffocating degree, but in other areas, she was exceptionally tolerant.

Hearing this, Zhou Chujiang shook his head vigorously: "No need, really no need, I can adapt. The Educated Youth Corps is great, I love living and studying with my comrades!"

Now that they were living in the same courtyard, wouldn’t going home to live make him even further from Lin Nianhe?

Principal Wu: "..."

His expression just now really didn’t seem like it.

However, she didn’t persuade further, only secretly deciding not to schedule him for the first and last classes to avoid having to readjust the timetable later if Zhou Chujiang couldn’t stand it.

Zhou Chujiang noticed that Principal Wu had stopped talking, feeling as if he was sitting on pins and needles, he began squirming in his seat.

Understanding his feelings well, Principal Wu said: "Then go prepare for your class content. Oh, right, the school also doesn’t have spare offices. The other teachers are fine since they stay in their classrooms, but for you—I’ve discussed with the head of Ten Miles Team, a vacant room at the team’s headquarters can be used as your office."

Zhou Chujiang originally wanted to say that he could also stay in the classroom all the time, like squeezing into the first-grade classroom...

But seeing Principal Wu’s look, he conscientiously didn’t voice this thought and instead nodded: "Okay, Principal, I’ll get familiar with the school and then head there."

"Alright, good."

Zhou Chujiang left the classroom, looked around, and saw no one on the playground.

The school year was about to start, all the teachers were busy planning their teaching schedules, even Wen Lan was busy consulting Uncle Guan for more detailed farming knowledge to avoid teaching the kids incorrectly during labor class.

Zhou Chujiang held his work notes, his gaze sweeping around twice, decided to first find Wang Dong.

"Teacher Wang Dong, I am about to be the school’s composition teacher, I would like to understand the teaching plans of all classes, and then provide support accordingly..."

Zhou Chujiang almost admired himself to death!

With such impeccable reasons, he managed to line up everything and strategically placed Lin Nianhe last, preventing her from dismissing him with "you should ask other teachers first."

Teacher Zhou spent a total of forty-eight minutes with the other four teachers.

When he confidently knocked on the first-grade office door, he hadn’t even started speaking when Lin Nianhe sternly said, "Teacher Zhou, I’m currently teaching Niuwa. Unless it’s urgent, please do not disturb us."

Zhou Chujiang immediately explained, "Principal said I should take the essay class. I just wanted to discuss the teaching schedule and coordination with you. You continue your work, and we can talk this afternoon."

Lin Nianhe was speechless.

She tapped her finger against the "First Grade Class One" wooden sign hanging by the door, reminding, "I teach first grade, I naturally need to start from the beginning. Teacher Zhou, you can just plan according to your own teaching requirements."

Zhou Chujiang: "..."

Oh right!

She teaches first grade!

Zhou Chujiang wanted to say something else, but the classroom door closed.

He was slightly disappointed, but cheered himself up immediately—no worries, there’s still time!

However, before that time came, he heard some startling news:

"Teacher Lin, I bought your partner the rice, flour, and oils. I was late yesterday afternoon so the meat and eggs were sold out. I exchanged some at the Ten Miles Team and took them over, here’s the remaining money and vouchers for you."

As soon as Wu Genmao entered the school gate, he headed straight to the first-grade classroom and reported to Lin Nianhe, sounding like he was seeking praise.

Zhou Chujiang was stunned.

What?

Partner?

Lin Nianhe was also stunned.

Huh?

Partner?

Before Lin Nianhe could say anything, Sie Yufei swaggered in like a big shot.

Lin Nianhe was even more baffled, "Little Fourth Sie, why aren’t you working and instead running around in our Ten Miles Team?"

Seeing how he looked well-fed and spirited, he seemed to be living quite comfortably.

Before Sie Yufei could speak, Wu Genmao hurriedly replied, "Don’t worry, Teacher Lin. Cao Shijian is covering Brother Sie’s work! Yesterday, I cleaned Sie’s room and took care of the firewood and water too."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She blinked and briefly summarized:

Fourth Sie was sent to the countryside, someone cleaned his room, others gathered firewood and carried water, others delivered food supplies, and someone covered his labor.

Is this really going to the countryside?

It seems he’s more like inspecting grassroots work!

At that moment, Lin Nianhe felt even more jealous than Zhou Chujiang.

Sie Yufei strolled leisurely to the window, hands in his pockets, and pulled out two boiled eggs, handing them to Lin Nianhe, "Cooked just before I left, still warm, have them while they’re hot."

Looking at the round eggs, Lin Nianhe wanted to remind him—

That’s her money!

Wu Genmao chimed in, "Right right, Teacher Lin, have them quickly. I specially made soft-boiled eggs for you!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Well then, it was her ’little brother’ who cooked them.