Ultimate Teacher

Exiting Lu Chaoge's office, Fang Yan noticed the young clerk smiling at him. He swaggered over, trying to appear as charming as possible.

"I'm Fang Yan—'Fang' as in 'square,' 'Yan' as in 'flame' with two fires stacked. What's your name, beautiful?"

"I'm Zhang Meng. You can call me Xiaomeng," the clerk replied with a shy smile, her cheeks flushed.

"Are you Principal Lu's secretary?"

"Yes. I usually assist Principal Lu. But Director Zheng also helps out sometimes." At the mention of Zheng Jing, Xiaomeng's expression turned a bit uneasy. Clearly, their relationship wasn't exactly harmonious.

"Hmm. Has anything big happened at the school recently?"

"Something big?"

"Something big that involves me."

"Oh, right! You were dismissed and then specially rehired."

"Exactly! That's what I'm talking about." Fang Yan nodded enthusiastically. "Do you know why?"

"You've asked the right person." Xiaomeng said proudly. "I've been by Principal Lu's side these past two days, so I know the whole story. Actually, you were really fired from the school, but—"

After listening to Xiaomeng's explanation, Fang Yan felt genuinely grateful to his dear students.

He had indeed been voted out during a high-level school meeting, and Lu Chaoge was prepared to resign from her position as deputy principal to seek opportunities elsewhere.

However, Fang Yan's students managed to get him reinstated. Lu Chaoge also saw a valuable quality in these students and decided to stay.

A lot had happened at the school during Fang Yan's absence.

Right after he left, Huang Haoran returned home and told his father, Huang Wenqiang—a journalist—all about what had happened at school. Outraged, Huang Wenqiang immediately went to Vermilion Bird High to investigate. After interviewing several Class Nine students and others involved, he wrote an article titled "Good Teacher, Bad Teacher: Who Decides?" and published it in the evening edition of the Huaxia City Daily.

The article sparked widespread discussion in society as soon as it was published.

Parents were unhappy that a teacher whom students considered excellent was dismissed for having unconventional teaching methods.

The parents of Zhu Fang, the girl who fell into the water, came to the school intending to raise a fuss. But after hearing their daughter's explanation and the pleas from Class Nine students, not only were they not angry, but they also delivered a letter of gratitude to the school. However, the person they wanted to thank had been driven away. This action was like a slap in the school's face.

Parents with children at Vermilion Bird High asked their kids about the situation. Hearing firsthand accounts of the "poetry recitation" event and seeing the excitement and admiration in their eyes, the parents began to wonder if they could transfer their children to Class Nine.

The school's leadership could no longer sit idle. Principal Zhang Shaofeng personally convened a meeting to discuss rehiring Fang Yan.

But having just fired him, bringing him back immediately was embarrassing for the school, and the person involved might not be too happy about it.

After intense negotiations, they decided to compensate him: bypassing the three-month probation period and making him a full-time teacher at Vermilion Bird High.

Since they couldn't communicate directly with Fang Yan, Zhang Shaofeng negotiated with Lu Chaoge. After agreeing to several of her demands, Lu Chaoge consented to withdraw her resignation and stay at the school.

The most humiliated in this back-and-forth were Li Mingqiang and his cohorts. They had gone to great lengths to get rid of Fang Yan, only to have to make an even greater effort to bring him back.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very pretty?" Fang Yan asked, looking at Xiaomeng.

"Yes," Xiaomeng lowered her head, blushing. Why is he so direct? Confessing already—isn't this a bit too fast?

"Well, since they've already said it, I won't repeat it." Fang Yan waved at her and quickly walked away.

He wanted to see his students, those lovable kids.

"—Jerk!" Xiaomeng gritted her teeth as she watched his departing figure.

A Buick stopped in front of a villa. Zheng Jing opened the car door and stepped out, wiping his hair to make it look smoother. He adjusted the collar of his Zhongshan suit, trying to appear as neat and tidy as possible before cautiously ringing the doorbell at the gate.

The door opened, and Zheng Jing walked in.

An elderly man in a black suit approached, made a classic European welcoming gesture, and said, "Young Master is waiting for you in the back garden."

"Thank you," Zheng Jing replied gratefully, following the old man toward the backyard.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you'd find it hard to imagine that the villa's backyard was a massive golf course.

Not just this one; the backyards of the entire row of villas were golf courses. They could pick up a club and play anytime they wanted.

A man stood with his back to them, preparing to swing. His posture was upright and standard—a seasoned expert at a glance.

Whoosh!

He swung the club, but the ball didn't move an inch.

A complete miss!

The man turned around, casually handing the club to the old butler beside him. With a cheerful smile, he said, "Zheng Jing, every time you come, you throw off my game."

Sweat beaded on Zheng Jing's forehead. He bent his stout body as low as possible and said fearfully, "Young Master Jiang, it's my fault—my fault entirely. I shouldn't have come at this time."

"I told you to come at this time. If not now, when?" The man asked sternly.

"Yes, yes. When the Young Master calls, I come immediately," Zheng Jing nodded repeatedly, not even sure what he was agreeing to.

Jiang Zhuliu burst into laughter, stepped forward, and patted Zheng Jing on the shoulder. "Alright, Old Zheng, just messing with you. So, what's up? You wouldn't come without a reason. What do you need to discuss with me?"

"Young Master Jiang, it's about..." Zheng Jing glanced uneasily at the old butler nearby, hesitant to continue.

"Go ahead. Uncle Liu is one of us," Jiang Zhuliu said nonchalantly, showing great trust in his butler.

"It's about Principal Lu," Zheng Jing said cautiously. "She's getting too close to a man, and I'm worried..."

"Oh?" Jiang Zhuliu's smile grew even brighter. "What kind of man?"

"A teacher," Zheng Jing replied. "A new language teacher at the school."

"A teacher?" Jiang Zhuliu laughed heartily. "Old Zheng, do you think I should be concerned?"

"Not worried. There's nothing Young Master Jiang needs to worry about," Zheng Jing hurried to explain. "It's just that... this person is a bit unusual. I thought you might want to keep an eye on him."

"In what way is he unusual?"

"He's very... cheeky."

"—" Jiang Zhuliu looked at Zheng Jing in surprise. "What kind of assessment is that?"

"Young Master Jiang, that's... that's truly how I feel. How should I put it? If I had to describe him in one word, the first that comes to mind is 'cheeky.' He's really... quite annoying."

"If that's the case..." Jiang Zhuliu looked at him with a half-smile. "Why should I pay attention to such a scoundrel?"

"Maybe men don't like him, but women... women probably all like this kind of man," Zheng Jing said uncertainly. He personally disliked Fang Yan immensely. Before Fang Yan arrived, he was Lu Chaoge's number one confidant. After Fang Yan came, not only did he steal his chance to curry favor, but Lu Chaoge also grew increasingly distant from him. Because of Fang Yan, Lu Chaoge had scolded him harshly multiple times. He felt his self-esteem was wounded.

Fat people are people too, alright? Treating me like this—do you know how much it hurts?

Jiang Zhuliu pondered as he scrutinized Zheng Jing. "You think Lu Chaoge might fall for such a... scoundrel?"

"Principal Lu has done a lot for him," Zheng Jing said.

"Oh? Tell me more," Jiang Zhuliu said, intrigued.

"Several times when he got into trouble, Principal Lu stepped in to protect him. This time, when he was fired—"

"If you don't finish your sentences, don't bother speaking at all," Jiang Zhuliu interrupted.

"Principal Lu was going to leave with him. She even said that if he goes, she goes," Zheng Jing hastily added.

"Old Zheng, that's more like it. I hate it when people beat around the bush," Jiang Zhuliu said with a smile.

He gestured to the butler, who promptly handed him the golf club.

Taking the club, Jiang Zhuliu gripped it firmly and suddenly swung it toward Zheng Jing's head.

"Ah—"

Caught off guard, Zheng Jing was struck, clutching his face as he fell to the ground in pain.

But Jiang Zhuliu wasn't finished. He swung the club again and again, hitting Zheng Jing's face and body.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Zheng Jing covered his head with his arms, screaming in agony.

When the club finally slipped from his hands, Jiang Zhuliu stopped.

He took the white silk handkerchief handed to him by the butler, wiped his hands, and squatted down to look at the battered Zheng Jing. He reached out and pulled him up from the ground, asking with concern, "Old Zheng, are you okay?"

"—I'm fine, Young Master Jiang, I'm fine," Zheng Jing whimpered, his voice tinged with sobs.

"That's good. I have a terrible temper," Jiang Zhuliu said apologetically. "But once I vent, it's all good. Right?"

"Yes, yes. I understand—I understand," Zheng Jing nodded repeatedly.

"Old Zheng, you've disappointed me. I placed you in that position to look after Lu Chaoge. And now? Such a big thing happened, and you didn't inform me?"

"Things developed too quickly; I didn't have time—"

"How quick?"

"That Fang Yan, he's only been here two days."

"Two days?" Jiang Zhuliu's smile froze. "In two days, Lu Chaoge wants to leave with him?"

"Yes."

Jiang Zhuliu fell silent, lost in thought.

After a long pause, he suddenly asked, "Old Zheng, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"A... a charming person," Zheng Jing stammered.

"No, no. You're not being honest," Jiang Zhuliu waved his hand, a mysterious mockery flashing across his handsome face. "I'm a pervert, aren't I?"

"Do you think scoundrels are afraid of perverts?"

"They must be. They must be," Zheng Jing agreed hastily.

"That's good," Jiang Zhuliu nodded with satisfaction. "Looks like I should have a good chat with him. I just wonder... does the jerk have a dirk to protect himself?" 

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