novelslam Chapter 243 Head of Teaching Affairs
Chapter 243 Head of Teaching Affairs
Late at night, at Zero Antique Shop.
As the sweltering summer draws to a close, a touch of coolness creeps in through the cracks in the window in the evening breeze.
Jiang Chaosheng went up to the second floor and closed every window in the corridor.
With Xie Ya gone and Jin Meiting gone, these trivial matters ultimately fell on my shoulders.
He walked to Daji's door and paused.
I never imagined that my first kiss would be stolen from me.
The memory of that intoxicating aroma sent a shiver through him.
I wonder if Daji's injuries have healed after all this time.
He stood at the door for a moment, but ultimately did not knock, and turned to walk towards the study.
......
Only one desk lamp was lit in the study.
Jiang Chaosheng sat in the chair, staring blankly at the dim yellow halo around the edge of the lampshade.
He originally wanted to go back to his hometown, Baiyu Village.
But with the recent conflict with Tai Ping Dao, it's better for me to stay at the antique shop.
The Cowherd—the strongest opponent he has ever encountered.
He wanted to kill the male prostitute.
Even if you don't want to contain them, you can kill them.
This is the first time in all these years that an "intelligent" being has shown him such malice, and such a strong one at that.
When I watched fantasy blockbusters in the past, I was always curious why the righteous and villainous bosses didn't have a real fight.
Now he has gained some insights.
If neither side experiences a significant increase in combat power, and there are no unexpected events or opportunities, neither side can truly gain the upper hand.
For example, right now.
He wanted to find a male prostitute, but he couldn't find one.
The Cowherd wanted to kill him, but he was immortal.
"I still need to strengthen my ties with the Taboo Society."
Jiang Chaosheng thought of the Cleaner System.
Without Yang Xiao, the Cleaner System was leaderless, and its combat power dropped a level.
Ultimately, the problem is that the Taboo Society has too few talented people.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the doorway: "Come in."
The door was pushed open carefully.
Helian peeked in first, her gaze sweeping around the study before she timidly spoke:
"Master, am I disturbing you?"
Jiang Chaosheng stared at Helian and examined her carefully.
There is an injury on his neck.
New wound.
Yang Xiao has been away these past two days, so naturally no one has been training him. How could he have gotten injured?
It was probably caused by a fight with a classmate.
He smiled and shook his head.
He's just a kid, so why does Yang Xiao always say that Helian can help him lead the Cleaners?
"Come in and speak."
Helian walked in cheerfully, looking around nervously.
After all, he used to be a little beggar, but now he is the apprentice of a big shot.
He knew that everyone in the Forbidden Society was a big shot, but all of them listened to their master.
Because of his master's presence, everyone in the Forbidden Society took care of him and nurtured him.
His feelings for Jiang Chaosheng were a mixture of admiration and gratitude.
"Master." Helian stopped, her voice not loud:
"With Second Master not here, Aunt Xia Li is also very busy."
I have nowhere to go lately... Can I come back and stay here?
The second master is Yang Xiao.
Xia Li has been busy with both Shentai Biotechnology Company and assembling a scientific expedition team to search for Hell lately, so she really doesn't have time to take care of He Lian.
He suddenly remembered something and quickly added:
"Aunt Shirley found me a piano teacher, but the teacher said there wasn't much left for me to learn."
Also, I've learned almost everything my second master taught me.
I'm practicing the spells my master's wife taught me, and I've already made some progress. I'm just waiting for her to teach me new spells.
He spoke softer and softer, as if he were talking about something very shameful.
His goal was simple—he wanted to come back and live there.
His master is here; his master and his wife are his only two relatives.
But children are easily embarrassed and always feel that making requests is a very awkward thing to do.
After listening, Jiang Chaosheng smiled and shook his head.
What does it mean to have learned everything the piano teacher taught?
This art is profound and complex; how could it be so easy to master? He's only been learning it for a few months?
Yang Xiao's methods are unfathomable; could he really learn almost all of them?
If I had really learned enough, I wouldn't have gotten into a fight with my classmates and gotten injured.
He knew what Helian was thinking—she wanted to come back and live there.
They were both orphans, how could he not understand Helian's little scheme?
"This is your home," Jiang Chaosheng said casually. "Come back if you want."
Helian was stunned for a moment.
This...is my home? Has my master acknowledged it?
He beamed and nodded vigorously, "Okay!"
Jiang Chaosheng stood up and walked towards his bedroom, leaving without turning his head, saying:
"I'm having cabbage filling for breakfast tomorrow."
This kid's cooking skills are really amazing.
It's really strange. This kid is clearly a homeless child, so where did he get such good cooking skills?
He once said that he was best at cooking meat dishes.
That's pretty strange.
Where would he get the money to sell meat?
Helian nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"
......
The next day, before dawn.
Helian wrapped the dumplings, cooked them, and put them in a thermal container. She glanced at the clock on the wall—it was only a little past six.
My master hasn't woken up yet, but I should go to school.
He doesn't know how to take the bus.
I've never ridden in one.
Before, we didn't have the money to sit, and we couldn't bear to sit.
Even after Shirley gave him pocket money, he never sat down and didn't know how.
Because he always had a car to pick him up and drop him off.
Although he possesses magical abilities and can travel quickly, he never uses them casually in order to avoid causing trouble for his master.
Helian gently placed the insulated box on the table, quickly ran out of the Zero Antique Shop, and headed towards the school.
......
Nanhai, No. 13 Middle School.
Helian had just run into the teaching building when she looked up at the clock above the stairs and breathed a sigh of relief.
Luckily I wasn't late. I need to get up earlier next time—making dumplings takes too much time.
Just as he was about to go upstairs, a sharp shout came from behind him: "Stop!"
Helian turned her head.
A man with a large belly was walking towards him, the fat on his face jiggling with each step.
Liu Yongguang teaches history and is also the dean of studies at No. 13 Middle School.
He was accompanied by a female teacher from the Academic Affairs Office, the two of them walking one in front of the other, and Liu Yongguang's expression was unfriendly.
"Can't you see me?" Liu Yongguang walked up to her and glared down at Helian.
Helian smiled and bowed.
Good morning, Director.
Liu Yongguang snorted coldly through his nose and raised his chin towards the stairs:
"Go up!"
Helian then dared to take a step and hurriedly ran upstairs.
"Have some manners! What are you running around for, like you're going to a funeral?" Liu Yongguang's voice chased after us from behind, like a bucket of dirty water being poured on our backs.
Helian slowed down and went from running to walking.
Liu Yongguang muttered to himself, his voice not loud, but just loud enough for Helian, who was at the corner of the stairs, to hear:
"Children without parents to teach them are ill-mannered, lack manners, and disrespectful to teachers."
Helian paused slightly in her steps.
Liu Yongguang's voice was very soft, but now that he was a superhuman, he could hear it clearly.
After arriving at this school, Liu Yongguang always targeted him.
Yesterday, when the students sitting in front of and behind each other passed notes, Liu Yongguang insisted that Liu had been conspiring with the students in front and behind him to disrupt class order, and slapped him on the neck, injuring him.
He pretended not to hear and continued walking upstairs.
We must not cause trouble for our master.
.....
The female teacher blinked as she watched Helian's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.
"Who is this child?"
She could tell that Liu Yongguang disliked this student very much.
Liu Yongguang curled his lip in disdain:
"Students from impoverished families sponsored by World Dream Group."
Helian attended school as a student sponsored by the World Dream Group.
Over the years, World Dream has sponsored many students, most of whom come from impoverished mountain villages.
In Liu Yongguang's view, Helian was just one of them.
The female teacher gazed at the empty corner of the staircase and murmured:
"How pitiful."
"What's so pitiful about it?" Liu Yongguang scoffed.
"Children who are not cared for by their parents are just uncultured."
If his parents don't care anymore, what's the point of him going to school?
He's always smiling, like he's mentally ill.
I need to get the school to thoroughly investigate whether he has a history of mental illness.
The female teacher cursed inwardly:
Another Teacher's Day without a gift, huh?
The "gift" mentioned here is not a greeting card, flowers, or electronic products that the child saved up to buy.
Parents in Liu Yongguang's class would give him gifts on Teacher's Day.
Refrigerators, high-end silk quilts, cigarettes and alcohol, or simply give money.
In order to receive more "gifts," he would also use his position to bring children from wealthy families into his class.
He constantly belittled Helian, simply because he wanted to get this child, who couldn't afford to give gifts, out of their class.
After all, there are three Teachers' Days, three birthdays, and three Spring Festivals during the three years of junior high school.
This kid has taken up a certain "spot".