"Teacher Yan, welcome to our school."
Inside the office, a man in a suit stood up and shook hands with the young man opposite him.
The young man was handsome, with amber eyes full of smiles. Most striking was the small mole behind his naturally drooping eye, which added a touch of allure to his otherwise innocent appearance.
He gratefully shook the director's hand. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Director."
The director handed Yan Chi several sheets of paper. "This is your class roster and schedule. Teacher Chi, please take a look. If there's anything inappropriate, we'll make further arrangements."
Yan Chi took the papers and carefully looked through them. He paused, surprised to see only ten students on the roster. He hadn't expected this school to have small class sizes.
Yan Chi was a recent graduate. He had previously worked at a tutoring center, where the teachers were like beasts of burden, each responsible for dozens or even hundreds of students.
Sometimes, he had to juggle multiple roles, basically dealing with difficult superiors, various student problems, and sometimes the unreasonable demands of clueless parents.
After graduating, Yan Chi decisively left the agency, but with only a bachelor's degree, he was completely outmatched in today's society where degrees are devalued and master's and doctoral graduates vie for teaching positions. His resumes disappeared without a trace, and the interviews he finally managed to get turned out to be full of traps.
He searched for a week and finally received a message from this school one evening.
Yan Chi immediately searched for the school in Yunzhou online, but found very little information. He only knew it was a private elementary school; no other details were publicly available.
With trepidation, Yan Chi took a taxi to this remote school. The interview went incredibly smoothly, and even the salary was higher than at ordinary schools—a full ten thousand yuan a month after tax, plus free accommodation, something Yan Chi had never dared to dream of before.
The school's only requirement was that Yan Chi must be at work every day and could not leave the school unless absolutely necessary. He had to apply to his superiors for permission to leave immediately, and they would provide specific times for him to do so.
Yan Chi didn't quite understand this rule. He was a teacher, not a student; why didn't he even have basic freedom of movement? But this one drawback was insignificant compared to his salary and benefits, so Yan Chi agreed without much thought and signed the contract.
Yan Chi taught first-grade Chinese, but he didn't see Chinese on the course schedule; there was only a language acquisition class. He asked with confusion, "Director, is this language acquisition class the same as the Chinese class I'm supposed to teach?"
The director looked very busy, engrossed in writing, without looking up. "Teach whichever language you know."
Yan Chi hesitated for a moment, then honestly told the director, "I also know a little English and French, but I only have a Chinese teacher's certificate."
"You have a teacher's certificate?" The director suddenly looked up, surprised. "You took the exam yourself?"
Could someone else have taken the exam for you? Yan Chi stared blankly, "Yes."
The director nodded approvingly, "Indeed excellent. It's your class, you're in charge. Which language the students learn is naturally up to you."
Yan Chi hesitated, "But Director..."
The director interrupted him, "No need to say more, I believe you."
The director was busy and waved him away. Yan Chi swallowed his words, quietly said goodbye to the director, picked up his suitcase, and left the office, gently closing the door behind him.
Shortly after Yan Chi left, the man appeared in his seat. He was tall and long-legged, leaning back in his chair, his long legs lightly touching the ground, causing the chair to turn. His dark green eyes were fixed on the closed door. "Is his accommodation arranged?"
The director took a deep breath, pushed aside the pile of documents waiting for him, pulled out a layout map of the classroom apartment, and circled a corner location. "He'll stay here?"
"Too remote. This new teacher seems to be the social type."
The director then circled a central location.
The man was still dissatisfied. "It's too central. The people around it are all troublemakers. The new teacher doesn't seem very capable; he'll get killed."
The director glared at him, slamming his fist on the table. "Then you tell me! Tell me where this new teacher should live. You're dissatisfied with everything? Then you choose a place yourself."
"It's not my place." The man again adopted an indifferent attitude, turning his swivel chair around so his back was to the director. "You decide."
"Shen Mingsu, are you deliberately here to cause trouble?!" the director cursed. "Fine, he'll live next door! If you keep nagging, you can read these documents, you can sign them. You're the school principal anyway; these things are your responsibility."
Shen Mingsu shut his mouth. "I didn't say anything."
He glanced at the pile of documents on the table, his head starting to throb, and decisively turned and left.
Director: "What are you going to do?"
"Just taking a walk, and checking if the new teachers are having any trouble."
...
In the quiet campus, Yan Chi walked along the tree-lined avenue, following the signs to find the teaching building. This school had a vast area and all the necessary facilities.
Yan Chi walked along and saw four canteens, two large playgrounds, an indoor gymnasium, a large library, and even an ecological park.
"They're really rich," Yan Chi thought to himself. No wonder they can offer new teachers a high salary of ten thousand yuan and provide them with new computers.
According to the director, he would also have a separate teacher apartment, ready to move in with just his bags. They would even buy him clothes for his wardrobe, saving him the time of going back to get his luggage. This time, he only packed one suitcase.
According to the school's arrangement, Yan Chi would teach first grade, on the first floor of Teaching Building No. 1.
Yan Chi walked for ten minutes before reaching Teaching Building No. 1, encountering several students along the way.
The students, dressed in matching black school uniforms—white shirts and black trousers for the boys, and white tops and black skirts for the girls—seemed very curious about Yan Chi, their gazes undisguisedly fixed on him. Yan Chi smiled gently at them.
After Yan Chi left, several students gathered together, their voices filled with excitement.
"Did you smell that?"
"Of course! He smells wonderful! Is he a new student? Which instance is he from?"
"I haven't seen him before. He must be a new companion. He didn't seem intimidating or intimidating, so his level shouldn't be high. Can I go and be friends with him?"
"Wait… he went towards the direction of Teaching Building 1."
The students fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances.
A student guessing Yan Chi's rank was low murmured. Those who could get into the first teaching building were definitely S-rank or higher; lower-ranked students would avoid them. "But... he feels so friendly to me."
Yan Chi was unaware of the discussion he had sparked. It was a hot summer day, and he was drenched in sweat when he reached the first teaching building. The air conditioning in the building was set low, and the cool air instantly dispelled the heat.
Thinking about meeting a group of adorable children soon, Yan Chi quickened his pace, his eyes filled with a smile. He loved children and enjoyed spending time with them, which was why he had chosen a teacher training program without hesitation when selecting his major in the college entrance exam.
The first-year students were at the end of the corridor, next to the teachers' offices.
Yan Chi went to the office to put his things away. There wasn't a single teacher in the office at the moment. His workstation was by the window, his name was on the side of the desk, and his teaching materials were already on his desk.
Yan Chi marveled at the school's efficiency. He stuffed his suitcase under the table, picked up the teacher's guidebook, and flipped through it for a while, confirming it was the school's most commonly used version. Feeling much more at ease, he packed his things and went to the next classroom.
The classroom door was tightly closed. Yan Chi listened intently, but heard no sound from inside. He was surprised by the students' self-discipline; it was language acquisition class, and since there was no teacher, the students were studying on their own.
Even without teacher supervision, they remained quiet. Yan Chi was greatly impressed by this class. A smile played on his lips as he eagerly pushed open the door and went in.
Ten students in the classroom looked over at the noise. Each of them was exceptionally good-looking—handsome boys and beautiful girls—with delicate features, yet they appeared quite young.
Yan Chi paused, staring blankly at the group of teenagers. Under their questioning gazes, he decisively turned and left the classroom, repeatedly checking the classroom number.
101.
No matter how many times he checked, it was always 101.
Yan Chi, stunned and bewildered, called the headmaster again. The moment the call connected, he hurriedly asked, "Director, I teach first grade, right?"
Director: "Yes."
"Your school is an elementary school, right?"
"Uh... I guess so."
Yan Chi: "...Is this something that requires hesitation?"
His breakdown seemed to reach the director's ears. The director coughed insincerely, "Little Chi, our school is a bit special...you know what I mean."
Yan Chi: "...I don't really understand."
The director seemed to have given up entirely: "Anyway, they're all first graders, Little Chi, just teach them. Don't worry, they won't dare lay a hand on you, don't be afraid."
They'd lay a hand on him?!
Yan Chi gasped. Was this really a legitimate school...? Were these really ordinary kids? He'd just seen one student with dyed red hair!
Yan Chi was on the verge of tears. "Can you really guarantee my safety?"
The director confidently replied, "Don't worry, Teacher Chi. In this school, we're the bosses. Nobody dares mess with you unless they want to die."
Yan Chi: "..."
This director is involved in organized crime? What kind of school is this?!
Exhausted, Yan Chi asked one last question, "Your school will really pay me, right?"
"Of course! We're not heartless capitalists who fire you the moment your probation period is over." The director seemed to think empty words were hypocritical and promptly paid Yan Chi his salary for the month in advance.
The text message announcing his salary arrived quickly. Yan Chi was overjoyed to see an extra ten thousand yuan in his account. "Thank you, Director!"
Director: "Don't worry, we're a legitimate school."
Yan Chi felt ashamed of his earlier thought, his face slightly flushed. "I know."
After hanging up, Yan Chi composed himself and stepped back into the classroom. Ten students stared at him again. Under the spotlight, Yan Chi remained calm.
Although the students had gone from first grade to first year of middle school, they were still children at heart, so Yan Chi wasn't intimidated.
He walked to the podium, smiled at everyone, and said, "Hello, students, I'm your homeroom teacher, my name is Yan Chi."
He turned and wrote his name on the blackboard. "You can call me Teacher Yan. I'll be responsible for your studies and daily life. If you have any problems, you can come to me; my office is next door."
The students remained silent, their eyes fixed on Yan Chi.
In the awkward silence, Yan Chi felt extremely embarrassed. Fortunately, the students didn't embarrass him too much. A boy sitting in the back row grinned and raised his hand.
Yan Chi's eyes lit up; his savior had arrived.
The boy flashed his small tiger teeth. "But teacher, you look younger than us! Are you an adult?"
Yan Chi: Oh no, he's here to cause trouble.
thanks for the chapter
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