I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2236 - 1425: The Straight-A Student Can Only Get Perfect Scores
"Ring ring ring——"
Shen Zhou’s top university.
A certain lecture hall.
The crisp bell marking the end of class dispelled the summer heat, bringing a refreshing coolness.
"Goodbye Teacher Cao."
Students, holding their books, left in groups, not forgetting to greet the teacher tidying up the podium.
In school, the first lesson is to learn the etiquette of being human.
"Teacher Cao, do you need any help?"
Because the male teacher had difficulty with his legs and feet, there were often enthusiastic students, many of whom were female.
No other emotions involved.
It’s simply out of respect and admiration for the teacher.
Just like.
When Boss Jiang came to return books once and happened to eat in the cafeteria, female students would take the initiative to help swipe the card.
The lame male teacher smiled and refused, insisting on wiping the blackboard himself, even though information technology education had long been commonplace, meaning classrooms had become stages for the mighty display of PPTs, but he always insisted on chalkboard writing, not minding the hardship or trouble.
Actually, many teachers in Kyoto have their own teaching styles.
While the students were leaving, a woman entered from outside the classroom, wearing a light blue loose shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up, its hem tucked into black wide-legged pants, beige Mu Ler shoes comfortable and casual, and down-to-earth.
Of course. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Anyone could tell she’s definitely not a university student here, nor should she be a teacher.
So.
Is she a friend visiting Teacher Cao?
Students began to sneak glances in unison, whispering to each other, especially a small group of girls whose gazes continuously shifted back and forth between the man and woman.
Teacher Cao’s love life and marital status have always been mysterious at school, but almost everyone agrees on Teacher Cao’s excellence and brilliance.
Young girls’ feelings are always poetic.
In their prime, encountering such a male, how could they control the fluttering of their hearts?
Although Teacher Cao had some difficulty with his legs, real people must have flaws, as a perfect god only exists in the philosophical universe.
So.
Is she Teacher Cao’s girlfriend?
Is this an official announcement?
The heart of gossip exists in everyone, especially with someone as wonderful as Teacher Cao.
The boys didn’t mind, but a few of the girls’ expressions slightly dimmed.
The male teacher wiped the blackboard clean of dense chalk writing, only noticing the woman beside the podium amid the flying chalk dust.
"You attended Kyoto University’s regular staff health check, right? A healthy body enables you to shine on this three-foot podium for longer."
The male teacher placed the blackboard eraser on the podium and clapped his hands. Being a teacher is like this; it’s also a kind of "dirty work", dealing with chalk dust all day.
"When did you arrive."
"Fifteen minutes ago."
"Why didn’t you come in?"
"If you’re not welcoming me, I wouldn’t want to interrupt your teaching schedule."
The number of students in the classroom dwindled.
"Here at Kyoto University for business?"
The male teacher asked while tidying up the teaching materials.
"No business. Just came to wait for your class to finish." The woman whose attire radiated comfort and ease replied.
Waiting for your class to finish.
Hearing these words in your thirties does indeed have a dreamlike quality.
The male teacher smiled faintly, asking no further, going about his routine, cleaning the desk day in and day out.
He wasn’t hurried, and the woman below the podium quietly waited.
Students had all left, the vast lecture hall now empty.
"Aren’t you teaching foreign literature? Why are you discussing the Tao Te Ching?"
With no one around, the woman casually asked.
"Mine is an elective course, I can talk about anything. Someone covered for one of my classes and spoke about the Tao Te Ching, and I thought it was well presented."
Not until the lecture desk was tidied clean, not inconveniencing the next teacher, did Cao Xiugo pick up his teaching materials and step off the podium.
Since the podium wasn’t high, Yang Ting didn’t offer support.
"Off today?"
Cao Xiugo asked.
"I’m not like you, able to rest anytime I want."
That was definitely a joke.
If talking about ease and freedom, Cao Xiugo, with just a few classes a week, certainly prevails.
"Better not rest too much, your resting increases systematic national risks."
"Don’t use that kind of talk against me. Teacher Cao, your students are your students, but am I not your friend too."
Yang Qinghua accused him of not knowing how to care about people.
Cao Xiugo smiled and shook his head, "Isn’t work a source of enjoyment for you."
Indeed.
For some, work is torture, while others see it as joy, even a pursuit.
"I could stop working if you want."
Her tone was gentle, as simple as discussing weather.
Cao Xiugo’s smile remained unchanged, "My salary wouldn’t cover expenses for two."
"I don’t spend extravagantly, surely more frugally than Jin Se."
"She’s never needed me to manage, she’s even handled household expenses."
"Rightly so."
Yang Qinghua naturally commented on his family matters, "More capable should do more work. Since she’s wealthy, she can’t saddle all burdens on you, with your modest salary."
Who said civil servants only speak in conventional official terms.
Isn’t the humor cell quite active?
The two departed the lecture hall together.
"Teacher Cao."
"Teacher Cao."
"Teacher Cao."
...
Greetings were continuous.
Yang Qinghua turned a blind eye to the students’ curious looks, "Hmm, sounds comfortable."
"Better than Yang Ting?"
"Much better. Students, behind your back, still call you Teacher Cao, but those polite in person, behind my back, might call me differently."
"It’s a different concept."
The political world is a game of power; it indulges in a food chain hierarchy, whereas campus life offers only the purest emotional value.
