【Huihui】(13) Author: pobird

Author: pobird
Word Count: 9650

(Thirteen)

The next day, I returned to school, my body aching all over, ready to register for the new semester. I continued to submit my resume online,
but this time the pressure was much less. I was ready to work as a helper at Sister Azhu's place. She was the company's
financial director, and I thought I could learn a lot from her.

Xing Lu, however, was quite rude and lectured me on QQ: "Being a secretary can easily make you subservient in your thinking and
it can become a habit. Try not to do it. You've studied Chinese for so long. Either become a reporter or an editor, or
become a teacher. Don't you really like being a teacher? Why don't you look for a job at a school?"

I typed a crying emoji: "I am looking, but I really can't find one. It's so
awkward . The Matthew effect is very strong now. Ordinary schools are shrinking and not hiring, while good schools are expanding and have too high a threshold
. It's very difficult for undergraduates from prestigious universities to get in."

Xing Lu had nothing to say, but just took a copy of my resume and left.

A while later, Xing Lu called me: "Huihui, your grades are so good!
Fifth in the entire department overall?"

I hummed in agreement and said, "It's not surprising. I study very hard, and I'm not stupid. Okay,
maybe a little less smart than you."

Xing Lu had no interest in joking around: "If we don't count the overall grades, where do you rank in the department based on pure exam scores
?"

I said, "Third."

Xing Lu sounded regretful: "Huihui, why didn't you say so sooner?"

I was puzzled: "You never asked before. What's the difference between having good grades and not?"

Xing Lu laughed mischievously: "Knowing you're good at studying makes things feel very different."

I shouted angrily: "Xing Lu, so you've always thought you were having sex with a delinquent girl?!"

Xing Lu was annoyed: "Huihui, listen to yourself. This doesn't sound like something a model student would say
..."

...

Then, a few days later, I received a call from Huizhou Experimental School asking me to come for an interview. I politely agreed,
and then checked the number online. It really was the school's number; it wasn't a scam.

"No way, the best high school in Huizhou wants me for an interview? Are you kidding me?" I was a little overjoyed
. When I submitted my resume, I hadn't had any hope at all. Could this be a windfall? I was so excited I almost forgot myself.

Then, Xing Lu called, asking if I had received an interview invitation from the school. My mood immediately
plummeted. So it was Xing Lu who found it for me. Fairy tales are all fake; there's no such thing as a free lunch
.

I said irritably, "In previous years, the school only got one or two students from the Teachers' College. You need a very strong background to
get in . I don't have those connections, so there's no need for me to interview.

" Xing Lu said calmly, "I have. Go ahead."

I said okay.

After hanging up, I felt no excitement at all. Being a Chinese teacher at the school was indeed
the best job I could think of, and the most suitable job for me.

But I knew that if I became a teacher at the school, it would mean saying goodbye to Xing Lu. He would go to Beijing to continue
his journey , while I would stay in Huizhou to live my ordinary life.

However, even if I didn't become a teacher at the experimental school and went to Sister Azhu's place, Xing Lu would still have to leave anyway. "
Be rational," I told myself. "Be good to yourself, seize this opportunity. My life can't just belong to Xing
Lu; it should be my own first."

When I truly immersed myself in preparing for the interview, the more I prepared, the more nervous I became. Xing
Lu smiled and comforted me, "You've met Brother Wei and Director Shi; you performed very well in front of them. The interviewers
' level won't be higher than theirs."

Xing Lu told me to remember eight words for this kind of interview: "Be neither humble nor arrogant, be proper and straightforward," and he
would handle the rest.

Two days later, I went for the interview at the experimental school. The interviewer was a very strict female teacher, who was also the school's dean of students . At that time, I had no idea that she would play a very, very important role
in my future life and in my happiness . But the interview seemed like just a formality, mainly verifying the authenticity of my resume and asking about my previous tutoring experience, which I answered very politely. The head of teaching seemed quite satisfied, but she also told me directly that my online application hadn't passed the initial screening. A leader had intervened and given me a chance, which was why she arranged this interview. She thought my overall qualities were decent, but the written exam on high school Chinese was in a week, and others had been preparing for a month. She told me to put in some effort these few days, as it would be very difficult to cheat on that score. I called Xing Lu about this, and she laughed, "Idiot, she said it would be difficult to cheat, she was just reminding you." I immediately realized, sigh, you people! The profound and extensive Chinese language and culture are all being used for crooked purposes. President Qi is like this, Xing Lu is like this, and now even the school leaders are like this. The next day, Xing Lu asked me to contact a teacher who highlighted over a dozen key texts . Looking at the highlighted texts, I felt like crying, thinking, this world is so unfair to a grassroots kid like me. Without this, I would be in a terrible situation. What angered me was that the written exam a week later was a regular mock college entrance exam. The key points had very little effect, adding up to less than 20 points, even though I had almost memorized all those texts. However, my more than three years of tutoring experience played a decisive role. My continuous analysis and teaching of the college entrance exam Chinese language for such a long period of time made me very adept at this exam. Three days later, when I learned that I ranked first among eight people in the written exam, I even began to feel fortunate about my poor background. When I picked up my report card, the head of the teaching department told me to find a text from the high school textbook to prepare for a trial lesson a week later, choosing between blackboard writing or projection. I thought for a moment and asked the head of student affairs, "I'd like to teach a text from a ninth-grade textbook, is that alright?" The head of student affairs looked at me with great interest, "Which text?" I said, "The Memorial to the Throne on the Eve of the Expedition." The head of student affairs actually laughed, "Why?" I said seriously, "I think there are some particularly good articles in middle school textbooks that can influence a student's entire life, such as the Memorial to the Throne on the Eve of the Expedition and the Yueyang Tower in junior high, and the Memorial to the Throne on a Petition in senior high. I feel that my current ability to teach the Memorial to the Throne on a Petition is still lacking."

"So, I'd like to talk about the *Chu Shi Biao* (Memorial on Dispatching the Troops)."

Seeing the head of the teaching department remain silent, I hesitated for a moment and said, "If you don't allow it, I'll choose *Chen Qing Biao* (Memorial to the Throne)."

My heart was pounding. *Chen Qing Biao* wasn't much harder than *Chu Shi Biao*, but the historical context and the author's
background were far too complex, especially the purpose of Li Mi writing this piece, which is still debated today. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to explain these contradictions
clearly .

The head of the teaching department smiled again: "Okay, you can talk about *Chu Shi Biao* then. I approve."

I smiled and thanked Teacher Hu.

After leaving the school, I called Xing Lu to tell him about the interview and then said
I would give a trial lecture in a week and prepare well.

Xing Lu thought for a moment and said, "The principal needs to attend that trial lecture in person; it's very important. I
'll drive and come to your place tonight."

I said, "My period isn't over yet; come in a couple of days."

Xing Lu was furious: "Huihui, I'm not an animal! I'm not coming to you to have sex!"

I innocently said, "Then what are you coming for...?"

Xing Lu said dejectedly, "I'm going to help you prepare for your trial lecture!"

I said "Oh," and then said, "I need to prepare diligently this week; I can't indulge in too much sex."

Xing Lu finally snapped: "Huihui! I really am going to help you prepare!"

"Oh," I mumbled, "But when you come, I'll want to do it with you..."

Xing Lu was completely speechless, and said fiercely, "Huihui, wait for me, I'll be there tonight, and see how I deal with you."

I whispered, "My period isn't over yet, you can't spank me, you can only grab my breasts..."

Xing Lu sighed, "Huihui, you don't look like the fifth-best student in the whole grade at all..."

Finally, I hung up the phone and burst out laughing. I had been holding it in for so long, hahaha, Xing Lu
must so cute. He's coming tonight, I need to hurry up and clean the house and change the sheets. No, what am I thinking?
I should be looking up information and starting to prepare my lesson.

At 9 PM, Xing Lu actually appeared in front of me. I suppressed my joy and pretended to scold
him, "Xing Lu, you're so free now, running around during work hours."

Xing Lu smiled, "I took a week off to help you."

I exclaimed, and Xing Lu continued, "This is the highest priority right now; everything else can wait."

Suddenly, I was so happy. I went over and hugged him tightly, then said, "Xing Lu, you're so sweet. Tonight,
I'll give you oral sex..."

Xing Lu looked helpless, so cute.

Then, Xing Lu actually came to help me prepare for my trial lecture, not to have sex with me. He even
brought a projector! I was a little worried, "Xing Lu, isn't this a bit inappropriate? You're using company assets to help me with
this..."

Xing Lu smiled and patted my head, "Good job. Don't forget this when you enter the workplace: try
not to property for personal purposes. This projector is for my own use. Some clients didn't have the right facilities, so I always brought my own
projector when I traveled. This projector was borrowed from the main distributor, and I've been using it myself for a long time."

Oh, I see. I was relieved.

Xing Lu asked me what topic I planned to teach, and I said Zhuge Liang's "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops."

Xing Lu was surprised: "Why did you choose this text? It's very difficult to teach."

I nodded: "That's why I want to teach it. This text is very brilliant. I think it, along with 'The Yueyang Tower' and
'Memorial to the Throne,' are among the best articles in middle school textbooks, yet few teachers can teach them well. I
don't think my knowledge is sufficient to teach other texts, but I want to try 'Memorial on Dispatching the Troops.'"

Xing Lu nodded: "To teach this article well, the teacher's personal vision and perspective cannot be low."

I said very seriously: "Xing Lu, before I met you, I didn't dare to teach it. Now, after being by your side for more than
half a year , I want to try and test my growth."

Xing Lu said: "Okay, I'll help you."

I showed Xing Lu some materials I had prepared, and Xing Lu praised them highly, saying that his
understanding of the article had reached a new level, and now it was up to me how to present it.

I asked Xing Lu whether to use the blackboard or PowerPoint. I preferred the blackboard because my handwriting is beautiful,
which should give me extra points. Xing Lu firmly disagreed, insisting that I use PowerPoint, saying that the amount of information conveyed through
PowerPoint is several times that of blackboard writing, and that key points could still be written
on the board using PowerPoint.

I didn't quite understand, but Xing Lu spoke so solemnly, so it couldn't be wrong. However, I had never made a PowerPoint presentation before, and I
was a little worried.

Xing Lu said he would give me the PowerPoint, and I just needed to organize the materials and explain my ideas to him.

I really liked this kind of scene; Xing Lu and I sat side by side at the desk, each looking at our own things, each
working diligently, which felt very reassuring.

Before I knew it, it was 11 o'clock. I looked at the PowerPoint template Xing Lu had chosen; it was quite nice, just
a few simple black lines with annotations in black regular script, giving it a classical feel
without overpowering.

I said it was time to sleep, and Xing Lu smiled and told me to go to sleep first, as he wanted to look at the materials I had found later.

I pouted and pulled his hand, "Xing Lu, don't be so materialistic, okay?"

Xing Lu was confused, "How am I materialistic?"

I said, "Just because my body isn't working today, you're not going to sleep with me."

Xing Lu stood up, annoyed, "Huihui, you look so innocent, why do you talk so vulgarly?"

I chuckled inwardly, because you're really susceptible to this.

Xing Lu usually sleeps late, and after the lights were off, he couldn't stay still in bed, tossing and turning. After a while,
he asked me, "Huihui, is your period really not over yet?"

I couldn't help but laugh, turned around and hugged him, kissed his lips, and then kissed my way down, before pulling down
his shorts and taking his already erect penis into my mouth.

It felt like it had been a long time since we'd done this, and I actually felt a little nostalgic. I quickly realized why I missed it
, because only at times like this would Xing Lu moan; normally, he was silent during sex.

Xing Lu had probably been holding it in for a long time, and he quickly ejaculated in my mouth, a lot more than he could swallow. I
didn't hesitate to swallow it; after getting used to the taste, I was too lazy to go to the bathroom to throw it up.

Xing Lu finally quieted down, and I nestled in his arms and fell into a sweet sleep.

The next afternoon, I finalized the overall outline of the lecture and listed the content in a detailed outline. Xing Lu
After reading it, he shook his head: "This is for students, not teachers."

I was a little confused. What was the difference? Xing Lu shook his head: "In a speech, adult audiences are only truly
engaged the first 15 minutes. So, you must
demonstrate what you want to impact the audience and showcase yourself within those first 15 minutes. The rest is about reinforcing that impression with more advanced content. You need to adjust
your outline and increase the emphasis on the beginning."

I nodded and revised it according to Xing Lu's requirements, while Xing Lu started writing the PowerPoint presentation. That evening, I showed
Xing Lu the new detailed outline. Xing Lu thought it was almost ready, but then asked me to find some relevant historical materials, such as
the biographies of Dong Yun and Fei Yi.

I asked why, and Xing Lu explained: "The trial lectures at the experimental school are very flexible. There's no set time; the principal and the head
of teaching decide the end time. The longer you speak, the higher the level of approval you receive. Therefore, you need to
intersperse points that will interest the audience from time to time to increase their desire to continue listening. The best way is
to find things in historical materials that aren't in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

I asked, "For example?" Xing Lu explained, for example, that Dong Yun died young, Fei Yi was assassinated, and then no one cared about Liu Shan. He

also mentioned that Guan Yu killed Pang De, but Pang De's son wiped out Guan Yu's entire family.

I roughly understood, and then went to organize the materials while Xing Lu continued working on the PowerPoint presentation.

On the third night, the presentation was finally finished. Xing Lu turned on the projector and began giving me a demonstration presentation,
and that's when I truly witnessed Xing Lu's abilities. His presentation was so sunny and approachable, his tone so varied and expressive, his
seriousness undeniable, and his humor as gentle as a spring breeze. I was completely captivated. Perhaps this is
the charm of a top-tier pre-sales professional in China? Xing Lu mentioned that he had given presentations at national technology summits; he was truly
impressive.

I listened in a daze, then sighed deeply and said, "Xing Lu,
it's really unfair to others that you're standing behind me."

Xing Lu, however, seemed slightly dissatisfied and said, "I still didn't manage the time well. The content for 45 minutes turned into
55 minutes. I recorded everything I just said. Could you organize it and
write down what you're going to say in the notes on each slide of the PPT, word for word, and then we'll rehearse."

I nodded. Wow, he's really impressive. Such a high level of skill and such meticulousness. No wonder he's the best pre-sales
engineer. But why did such a good pre-sales engineer switch to sales?!

I checked the time; it was past 10 PM. I said to Xing Lu, "Let's finish this tomorrow. I want to sleep."

Xing Lu frowned. "Sleeping so early? Don't be so lazy at a time like this."

I pursed my lips and said, "My period is over."

Xing Lu immediately stood up. "Okay, let's get some rest."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. That night, we made love for a long time. Xing Lu lasted exceptionally long the second time. I
don't even know how many orgasms I had by the end. I only remember murmuring to Xing Lu at the end, "Xing
Lu, when are you going to ejaculate? You've almost ruined my penis."

When it finally ended, I looked at my watch; it was already 2 AM. I said to Xing Lu, feeling frustrated, "See?
I knew this would happen."

Xing Lu smiled and kissed me. I turned and lay in Xing Lu's arms. I felt so happy, feeling that his shoulder was
such a solid support.

Then, when I actually started my speech based on Xing Lu's recording, I realized how
difficult it was. It wasn't just about copying. Why did my delivery of the same content sound so different?

Xing Lu smiled and comforted me, saying that everyone has a different style, and the content and language needed to be adjusted accordingly; only I could control
that .

Frustrated, I started revising the content, spending an entire day adjusting it before finally making the speech suit my
style. I was happy; there were still three days left, nothing much to do, and I could finally make love.

But Xing Lu smiled and said, "You're still far from perfect." Then, he had me recite the first page, and he recited it again.

I said, "I know, your voice is deep, beautiful, and captivating, but I can't do that."

Xing Lu smiled and said, "But you can do much better than you are now. You're still using your real voice, which is
very damaging to your voice and doesn't produce good results."

Xing Lu taught me how to use falsetto, how to produce a resonant voice from my chest, and then he taught me posture and
body language for giving a speech.

Before the trial lecture, I rehearsed my presentation over a dozen times. I knew the rhythm, the emotion, and the potential pitfalls by heart
. Before I left, Xing Lu smiled and said to me, "If you mess it up, you can come work as a handyman at my company."

I suddenly felt so warm inside. Ah, Xing Lu is so thoughtful; he even thought of the last potential problem. I
felt relieved and naturally, I wasn't nervous anymore.

The eight of us were divided into two groups, one in the morning and one in the afternoon for the trial lectures. I was the last one to give my lecture, probably the worst order, which was
right when the teachers were most tired. Oh well, at worst, I could just go work as a handyman at my brother-in-law's company and then marry Xing Lu
and become a housewife.

I started the lecture, smiling and greeting the teachers, and then began showing my PowerPoint presentation. In the first part,
the background analysis, when I showed the map of the power distribution during the Three Kingdoms period, two young male teachers laughed out loud.
Xing Lu said it was a screenshot from a Three Kingdoms game, but it was used because it was very well done. The male teachers must have recognized
the map.

However, their laughter quickly subsided as the map displayed figures on the population, industry,
economy . I calmly read these simple numbers. Xing Lu was right; numbers
are always the most direct and effective way to influence people.

I simply concluded from the economic and demographic perspective that Shu Han's defensive posture was destined for destruction. Then I briefly pointed out the prevailing
circumstances: Cao Pi's death, internal strife in Wei, Sun Quan's invasion of Wei, etc., leading to the story of Zhuge Liang's Northern Expeditions,
and finally to the "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops."

Xing Lu's PowerPoint presentation was very scientifically designed. Typically, each slide contained only two or three outlines, or one or
two questions, followed by large blank spaces. Xing Lu explained that the PowerPoint was merely a teaching aid, not meant
to draw the audience's attention to the presentation itself. Therefore, the answers to each question and
the summaries of each outline only appeared in the blank spaces after I had finished speaking.

On one slide with a literary analysis, there was only one question:
What did the "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops" leave for later generations of literature?

I picked up the chalk and, accompanied by my voice, began to write on the blackboard:

I read aloud, "The empire is now divided into three, and Yizhou is exhausted; this is truly a critical moment of survival." Then I wrote: Critical moment
of survival .

I read aloud, "The palace and the government are one body; promotions and demotions, rewards and punishments, should not be different."
Then

I wrote: Promotions and demotions, rewards and punishments. I read aloud, "To be close to virtuous ministers and keep away from petty men, this is why the Former Han Dynasty prospered."

Then I wrote: Close to the virtuous and keep away from the treacherous. I read aloud, "The late emperor did not consider me lowly and humble, but condescended to visit me thrice in my thatched cottage." Then I wrote: Three visits to
the thatched

That was enough. I wrote the sixteen characters on the blackboard with great momentum; it should have left a deep
impression on the teachers.

I turned around and pressed the presentation pen. More than 20 related idioms appeared on the PowerPoint presentation. I said calmly,
"Of the 624 characters in the entire 'Memorial on Dispatching the Troops,' I have summarized 21 that have become idioms. This is an
article that is absolutely worth memorizing every single word." I saw the surprise in all the teachers' eyes. I moved

from the overall evaluation to the specific content. I explained the article's structure, the key points, and finally, I discussed
applying what I learned . Some teachers, upon seeing the sentence in the PowerPoint presentation, "How to learn to write a good argumentative essay,"
exchanged knowing smiles.

I earnestly stated, "Being full of emotion is the greatest writing asset we've learned from the 'Memorial to the Throne on the Eve of the Northern Expedition.' This is
the most direct and effective way to write a truly outstanding argumentative essay."

I pressed the presentation pen, and a revised version of the "Memorial to the Throne on the Eve of the Northern Expedition" appeared, removing all emotionally charged
phrases. I saw several teachers nod in agreement. I smiled and said, "Doesn't it resemble a stern
father rigidly educating his rebellious son?" Several teachers laughed.

After my brief analysis, exactly 45 minutes had passed. I clicked to end the trial presentation and
thanked the teachers present.

A middle-aged man nodded: "You're the only one who spoke for the full 45 minutes. Very good." I
was secretly pleased; this kind of way of speaking must be the principal's. He then asked, "Do you think
there were any parts that didn't go well?"

I replied earnestly, "I was a bit impatient and wanted to show as much as possible in 45 minutes. If I were
teaching this to students, they wouldn't have been able to grasp it. If I could spend 3 to 4 class periods teaching this text, I would have done
much better."

The middle-aged man nodded, "It's rare that you see things so clearly." Then he turned around and said, "Everyone, please give
your opinions."

I heard many insightful comments, and I quickly jotted them down in my notebook. Xing Lu
was right; this experience would definitely be a valuable asset in my life.

Finally, the middle-aged man told me that I had passed the trial lecture and that I should go back and prepare for the comprehensive interview the next day.

I sent Xing Lu a text message and returned to my rented apartment excitedly, only to find him listing
out the questions that might be asked in the comprehensive interview.

I smiled and told Xing Lu, "No need to list them; I memorized them when I was preparing for other interviews."

Xing Lu frowned. Annoying, that expression again. I always feel guilty when I see that look on his face. Xing
Lu didn't say much, just casually asked me a few questions, which I answered one by one.

Xing Lu then asked, "Are these standard answers from the internet?"

I nodded in agreement. Xing Lu shook his head: "Those answers won't work; they're too vague. They'll only get you a passing grade,
not a high score."

Then he casually wrote down two answers for me and had me read them aloud. After reading them, I roughly understood what they meant.

Xing Lu said, "For every question, answer with sincerity and relatively colloquial vocabulary.
Never shout slogans, never use any official language."

Xing Lu continued, "Prepare some stories, and use a humble yet emotional approach on certain questions
to make the interviewer empathize."

I nodded, suppressing my joy at passing the trial lecture, and began preparing answers to every possible question with Xing Lu.

The next morning, Xing Lu dropped me off at the school and went straight back to Guangzhou. This time, he didn't even bother with the
comforting . Was he really that confident in me?

The comprehensive interview began, and almost all the questions were within the scope of what Xing Lu and I had prepared. My down-to-earth answers
seemed to have satisfied them, and several teachers nodded frequently afterward.

However, none of the three stories Xing Lu had prepared for me had been used yet. Just as I was getting a little anxious,
a teacher asked, "Your exam score was third in the entire department, but your overall ranking was fifth. Can you explain why you dropped
two places ?"

I felt relieved that I could use the first story now and answered seriously, "I didn't hold any positions in the class or
student council , and I rarely participated in school club activities, so I had fewer points in other areas." I lowered
my voice slightly, "My family isn't well-off. Since entering university, I've been tutoring in my spare time to earn living expenses,
so I haven't had the energy to do anything else." Then, very quietly and calmly, yet with a hint of pride, I said, "But
since my sophomore year, I haven't asked my family for any more money for school accommodation or living expenses."

The teacher nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Later, another teacher asked another question: "Why do you want to be a teacher?"

I looked directly into the teacher's eyes: "My first-year high school Chinese teacher was named Gong XX, an
elderly man with white hair. It was in his class that I felt the charm of words, which influenced me to ultimately choose Chinese literature as my major.
When I applied to Huizhou Teachers College, my first choice was the Chinese department. I hope to become someone like Teacher Gong."

The teacher smiled and nodded; he probably knew the name Teacher Gong.

Without giving them a chance to ask the next question, I continued: "Last semester, I
tutored a rich girl. She was only a first-year high school student, rebellious and playful. Under my influence, she broke up with her boyfriend, started to study diligently,
and developed a love for painting. Now her painting skills are improving rapidly. I really enjoy the process of nurturing a young seedling; it
fills me with a sense of accomplishment."

I calmly said, "I love Chinese, I love being a teacher, and I really want to be a Chinese teacher."

I wasn't ashamed at all; I was telling the truth. It's just that I didn't know how to say these things before, how to
say them this way.

Another male teacher next to me smiled and said, "I'm also Teacher Gong's student." The head of the teaching department turned around
and joked, "Then you'll have to take good care of your female classmates in the future." Several teachers around laughed good-naturedly.

I smiled and gave him a slight bow, "Hello, senior."

The head of the teaching department smiled and said, "Alright, that's it for your interview. Go back and wait for our news."

After thanking all the teachers, I walked out, feeling incredibly happy. The head of the teaching department's joke and the other
teachers ' laughter must have been a pre-arranged agreement to admit me. I'm so lucky to be a teacher at this school!

Reaching the school gate, I remembered I should call Xing Lu to tell him about it. I took out my phone, turned it on, and
found a text message from Xing Lu: "First place in the written exam, first place in the teaching demonstration, first place in the comprehensive interview, Huihui, you
're really amazing!"

Ah, Xing Lu praised me, even if it was just saying I was amazing, it's still quite something. I smiled slightly and replied
, "I'm great as a woman, but you're amazing as a man."

As I expected, Xing Lu called back quickly. After a heavy sigh, he
said helplessly, "Huihui, be careful. You can't just tell dirty jokes when you're a teacher."

I laughed heartily.

Two weeks later, the head of the teaching department told me to pick up my admission notice and then sign a three-party agreement with the teachers' college.
Hahaha , I'm a teacher at this school now! I'm going to be a high school teacher!

When I received my acceptance letter, the head of the teaching department put on a very kind face and said to me, "
Of all the people with connections, your ranking is the only one that reflects the true situation, and you're the one I'd most like to hire. Work hard from now on
."

I sincerely thanked her.

After leaving school, I happily called Wenwen and told her I'd treat her to dinner—a buffet. Wenwen was
annoyed : "I'll treat you to dinner, anything is fine, just not a buffet."

Wenwen was indeed hesitant to go to a buffet with me; last time I got her into a big appetite, and she unknowingly ate
twice her usual amount, regretting it for a long time afterward.

We ended up meeting at a coffee shop for a light meal. During dinner, I happily told Wenwen that I'd signed with the prestigious school
and would be a Chinese language teacher there next semester.

Wenwen was overjoyed, as if I becoming a teacher at a top school made her feel proud. However, she quickly
realized something was wrong: "Huihui, you're going to be a teacher at Shixiao, what about Xinglu?"

I thought to myself, "You really know how to rub salt in the wound." I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "There
's always a way out. Xinglu will find a solution."

Wenwen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That evening, my excitement had subsided, and I finally started to face things seriously with Xinglu and me.

I called Xinglu and told him I had signed the agreement and could go to Shixiao after graduation.

Xinglu congratulated me.

I gently asked, "So what will we do after that?"

Xinglu didn't answer. I quietly asked again, "Do you want to break up with me?"

Xinglu said, "No."

I gently said, "I want to be a teacher at Shixiao. I don't want to go to Beijing..."

Xinglu didn't answer.

I sighed inwardly and said to Xinglu, "How much did you spend to get me into Shixiao? 150,000 or
200,000? I'll pay you back slowly later." I had already learned about the costs of getting into Shixiao from others, and
this price should be about right.

Xing Lu hesitated for a moment and said, "Huihui, please don't ask me about the money anymore. What I did was actually very selfish.
To a large extent, it's so that I'll feel better when I go back to Beijing, and won't feel so guilty."

Xing Lu, do you have to make yourself sound so pathetic? I said defiantly, "That's still too much. Even if
it's 500 for the whole night, it's only 10,000 yuan. I still owe you a lot." Hmph, let's see who can make themselves sound more pathetic.

Xing Lu became nervous: "Huihui, don't talk nonsense again. I just said it might be like this. I don't want to
leave you."

I said "Oh": "You mean if you leave me and go back, you won't have to pay me back? What if you don't
leave ?"

Xing Lu was speechless: "If I don't leave, won't all my money end up being managed by you? What's with all this talk about paying me back..."

I said, "Oh right, how come I didn't even realize that?"

Xing Lu said earnestly, "Huihui, let's continue being together, okay? Separation is just the worst-case scenario.
The school is a backup plan for that outcome; maybe we won't even need it. Maybe you'll eventually come with me,
maybe I'll eventually stay and be with you?" With tears in my eyes, I nodded in agreement. Xing Lu, you've done so much for me; how can I ever repay you

without giving my all and devoting myself to you? [To be continued]

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