My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 102: Yucai Middle School 3

"Teacher Lin, could you step out for a moment?"

The teacher walked down from the podium and went to open the door. Standing outside was the Dean of Students of the school.

Taking advantage of the teacher and the Dean of Students walking into the corridor to talk, Yang Fan quickly flipped through his book. Finally, he found the answer to the teacher's question in the physics textbook. He glanced at it a few times and forced himself to memorize it.

Before long, the teacher came back in. This time, Yang Fan recited the answer smoothly.

After letting Yang Fan sit down, the teacher didn't continue leading the class in review. Placing the textbook on the desk, the teacher announced,

"Tomorrow, important leaders will visit our school. Our school has decided to hold a welcome ceremony, and later, you will be arranged for a rehearsal."

"Additionally, make sure the classroom is thoroughly cleaned. You'll use the remaining time to tidy up the classroom so that tomorrow, when the leaders visit, it will be spotless."

A car drove through the thick fog and stopped at the school gate.

Wan Qian stepped out of the car, a little nervous, straightening her back and adjusting her shirt and blazer.

"Butler, do I look okay?"

Without a mirror, Wan Qian could only ask her butler's opinion.

The butler smiled reassuringly: "You look poised and appropriate. You should have more confidence in yourself."

Invited by the principal of Yucai Middle School to visit the school, Wan Qian had been too excited to sleep well for several nights. She had even bought herself a new outfit—a black-and-white business suit and neatly pinned-up hair—wanting to look like a competent and reliable businesswoman.

Hearing the butler's comment, her anxious heart settled a little. She cleared her throat and walked toward the school gate.

The butler followed, keeping a polite distance of a step or two behind her.

As Wan Qian approached the school gate, she saw a banner hanging in front:

"Warmly Welcome Entrepreneur Ms. Wan to Visit Our School!"

The wide banner completely covered the stone monument behind it.

Two teachers, a man and a woman, standing at the gate, immediately brightened their faces and warmly welcomed her.

"Are you Ms. Wan from Dark Farm?" the female teacher asked sweetly.

Wan Qian paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, that's me."

"Oh, welcome, welcome!" the female teacher's voice became even sweeter, as if she had drunk a jar of honey. She reached out to shake Wan Qian's hand and began to introduce herself:

"My name is Zhang Minglan, I am the Dean of Students at this school, and this is my colleague, Zhao Jun."

Zhang Minglan's face showed a hint of apology. "The principal is caught up with something and couldn't come, so Teather Zhao and I came to welcome you. I hope you don't mind."

Wan Qian: "It's no problem." She certainly wouldn't mind such a small matter.

Zhang Minglan's smile deepened as she led Wan Qian into the school, chatting along the way.

"Ms. Wan, you can rest assured. Our school follows the teaching philosophy that 'loving students is the nature of a teacher; educating them is the duty of a teacher.' We are dedicated to nurturing students to be self-reliant, strong, confident, and disciplined... In short, you can trust that our school will not disappoint you."

They passed through the fountain plaza at the school entrance and approached the teaching building.

It was class time, and the sound of teachers lecturing and students reading aloud filled the building.

To demonstrate the school's teaching strength, Zhang Minglan led Wan Qian past a row of classrooms.

"Our school has excellent faculty and a rich cultural heritage. Regardless of a student's performance before enrollment, they will eventually graduate with outstanding results."

Hearing this, Wan Qian felt a subtle discomfort.

"Ms. Zhang, I think your statement is a bit biased," Wan Qian said. "Of course, grades are important. But I believe that nurturing students is even more important. It doesn't matter if a student's grades are poor; what matters is that they learn to be morally upright."

Zhang Minglan was momentarily stunned but quickly resumed her smile.

"Of course. It seems Ms. Wan has her own insights on education as well."

Her gaze flicked to the classroom windows, and she furrowed her brows ever so slightly.

Zhang Minglan then led Wan Qian to the faculty office building, pushing open an empty meeting room and inviting her in.

Wan Qian sat on the leather sofa, observing the room. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Although the meeting room was only about half the size of her office at the farm, its décor was exquisitely luxurious, far more upscale than her farm office.

"Please wait here for a moment while I handle something."

Zhang Minglan poured tea for Wan Qian, smiling apologetically, leaving Zhao Jun to accompany her guest while she stepped out.

No sooner had Zhang Minglan left Wan Qian's sight than her smile vanished, replaced by coldness and gloom.

She walked back to the teaching building and stopped outside one of the classrooms Wan Qian had just passed.

Tap tap— Zhang Minglan knocked on the classroom door.

The teacher inside immediately paused the lesson, put down the chalk, and opened the door.

Seeing the stern Dean of Students, the class fell completely silent, not daring to make a sound.

The teacher appeared nervous. "Good afternoon, Dean of Students. Is there something you need?"

Zhang Minglan pointed at the window. "Who cleaned this window yesterday? Didn't I say it should be spotless? How did these marks get left behind?"

If the cleaning had been careless and Ms. Wan noticed, she might think the school was untidy. That could affect the school's cooperation with the farm—what a disaster that would be.

Hearing Zhang Minglan, the teacher immediately looked angry, slamming the textbook down on the podium.

"What's going on with you all?!"

The teacher's face turned red and contorted, and crimson tears seemed to well up in her eyes. Her lips moved rapidly, her voice sharp and grating, like fingernails scraping a wall.

"How have I been teaching you all? How can you sweep the world if you can't even sweep your own room? You can't even clean a window properly—did your parents send you here just to waste your time?!"

Three students sitting in the back row frowned.

Among them, He Fei, who came from a working-class background, trembled all over, curling up in fear, wishing he could shrink into a ball and hide under his desk.

He had been the one to clean the window yesterday.