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Chapter 297 - 295 Nan Zhubin: Won’t saying hello make us friends?

Chapter 297: Chapter 295 Nan Zhubin: Won’t saying hello make us friends?

Vice Principal Ma commanded matter-of-factly.

"I remember, Teacher Zhao, you’ve graduated from Jiangdu Normal School, right? You should be quite familiar with this kind of thing. Represent our school and join the... psychological monitoring recognition system project!"

"Learn some technology, and strive to develop one independently for our school in the future!"

Psychological what monitoring what recognition what system?

Zhao Xinyu’s dazed expression made Vice Principal Ma frown: "Why do you look like you just woke up? Xiao Zhao, as a teacher, your spirit must be uplifted to set a good example for the students!"

The young psychological teacher touched her face and suddenly felt it dry.

"...Vice Principal Ma, I’m a psychology education major and I’ve never been exposed to the system you mentioned..."

"They are about the same, all psychology stuff." Vice Principal Ma insisted matter-of-factly.

Zhao Xinyu took a deep breath, her face bitter: "Vice Principal Ma, this with the external corporate teachers must be a big project, right? I’m really short of energy recently, and I’m worried about my ability..."

"Why are you short of energy? There are just a few sessions of Mental Health class per week, and the content is pretty much the same, you don’t even need much preparation."

"As for the consultation room, students usually don’t go there either." Vice Principal Ma straightened his back, "Other teachers are working so hard, Xiao Zhao, you can’t always evade tasks."

Perhaps because she didn’t sleep well last night, Zhao Xinyu felt her dark circles were growing heavier.

She finally suppressed the curse words in her heart: "But Vice Principal Ma, I still have the teaching skills competition at hand, then Director Wang asked me to arrange next week’s visit and exchange with the neighboring red education base, Principal Chen also wants me to plan this year’s school anniversary event, and..."

"Put these aside first, you need to prioritize your tasks." Vice Principal Ma waved his hand broadly.

"This project concerns the psychological health education of the students at the school; it’s your primary duty. And external teachers don’t understand our school or our students."

When Vice Principal Ma reached this point, his voice paused, adding emphasis: "You need to help these external teachers properly and correctly understand our school!"

With another inexplicable task suddenly added to her shoulders, Zhao Xinyu just felt her mind swell and didn’t really hear Vice Principal Ma’s last words clearly.

She left the office and wrapped in a low mood walked toward the Psychological Consultation room.

By the time she reached the door, Zhao Xinyu’s dark circles under her eyes seemed to have turned from gray to blue, and her skin looked even duller.

She stared at the doorknob for half a minute.

The location of the Psychological Consultation room is rather peculiar, with almost no one in the surrounding offices, making it quite deserted.

Suddenly—

"It’s like this again, it’s like this again!"

The young female teacher’s expression crumbled like a dam breach.

"Another inexplicable task! Everyone says I’m idle, everyone gives me a task, and honestly, I’m not idle at all!"

"Does mental health education equal those? Messily substituting standards and evaluating!"

Zhao Xinyu raised her hand, ready to hit the door in the next instant: "And again, what kind of absurd company, absurd system, and absurd teachers are coming now, really..."

Crunch—as the door suddenly opened, Nan Zhubin’s face appeared.

He blinked.

"..."

"..."

Zhao Xinyu suddenly felt nurtured in her eyes.

"Mr. Nan from Jiang University?" She immediately called out Nan Zhubin’s name.

It seemed that Nan Zhubin was quite well-known at Jiang University.

Nan Zhubin moved his gaze, looking at Zhao Xinyu’s one-handed suspended posture, then also raised his hand: "Hello? How should I address you?"

Zhao Xinyu felt her ears were soothed.

If there was a mirror in front of her, Zhao Xinyu would have noticed her skin regaining vitality.

...

After briefly introducing herself to Nan Zhubin and Chonghui, Teacher Xiao Zhao quickly grabbed her makeup bag and dashed out of the consultation room, then rushed into the restroom.

Upon her return, she suddenly displayed astonishing enthusiasm for her work.

She first briefly introduced Nan Zhubin and Chonghui to the school’s basic situation, including the number of classes in each grade, the distribution of each class, and even the average level of proficiency in subjects, literary, artistic, and sports specialties for each class.

She knew it all.

"Because there are only two psychology teachers at our school, I’ve taught classes for all grades." Teacher Xiao Zhao spoke confidently.

Once she clarified Nan Zhubin’s requirements on "stratified sampling", Zhao Xinyu quickly pulled out her phone and accurately dialed the contact numbers of homeroom teachers from each class.

For a few homeroom teachers, she sent text messages instead.

"These teachers might be teaching now and cannot answer the phone conveniently." Teacher Xiao Zhao even remembered this detail.

Within the latest hour, Teacher Xiao Zhao had communicated with every teacher in the school.

Afterwards, she pulled her computer closer and began creating an Excel spreadsheet, which took about half an hour. By the time Nan Zhubin and the others had finished adjusting the equipment, she had just turned around to present her latest work to Nan Zhubin and the others.

"I have done statistics according to the scheduling of each grade and each class. It’s a bit hard scheduling for the senior graduating class, typically only possible during evening self-study time—this would require Mr. Nan to work overtime."

Nan Zhubin expressed understanding: "Teacher Zhao, you are the one working hard."

Chonghui had no objection, for a doctoral student, staying up late for high school students was nothing.

Moreover, even if not discussing the priority and importance of data collection, the remuneration for this project is entirely enough to support Chonghui working overtime during the project period.

"As for grades one and two, they are basically scheduled during self-study and free activity periods. The regular class times are mostly occupied with physical education or art classes. Principal has already greeted us on this, so it’s not an issue. Anyway, the tentative schedule is like this—"

There seemed to be something worth complaining about here, but it was oddly reasonable enough to be hard to critique.

Ultimately, what appeared before Nan Zhubin and the others was a surprisingly neat chart.

Chonghui sincerely exclaimed: "Such high efficiency, if you take the postgraduate entrance exam, even if your score barely passes the threshold, there will surely be research teams vying for you."

Teacher Xiao Zhao smiled gently, her eyes fixed on Nan Zhubin.

"Indeed." Nan Zhubin echoed Chonghui.

Teacher Xiao Zhao’s smile spread widely this time.

Chonghui: [Is it an illusion? Why do I feel this teacher becomes more energetic the more she works?]

...

During the early preparations, the originally time-consuming communication and planning phases resolved within an afternoon.

Being able to wholly invest in professional related work is the most enjoyable thing for technical personnel like Chonghui.

The next day, at dawn.

To match high school students’ routine as much as possible and not to disturb regular class time.

Data collection work for Nan Zhubin and the others directly started at the official early self-study time of seven o’clock.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Come in!"

Teacher Xiao Zhao, multitasking at the desk, performing other work, while shouting in her capacity as an assistant to Nan Zhubin and Chonghui.

A male and female high school student entered.

The boy walked to Nan Zhubin’s room, and the girl walked to Chonghui’s room.