Why it never ends

Chapter 1166 Teaching Assistant
Si Lei did not answer immediately. A very absurd but almost catastrophic speculation flashed through her mind...

At what point does money become meaningless?

If you just can't buy what you want, or the owner has not much time left, the sadness or despair may lead to squandering, but it won't prompt people to rush to trade with enthusiasm. Moreover, District 12 is now in a turbulent time, with various forces converging, as if everything is on the eve of change -

This intuitive conclusion made Si Lei tremble, but she still couldn't give any specific reasons.

"Officer?" Hesta called again.

Si Lei frowned slightly, but swallowed his wild idea and re-worded: "...I mean, she might just be an agent and not directly responsible for the properties...You mentioned to me before that Arevalo was also involved with this Mrs. Brownbo in terms of property."

Hesta shrugged slightly—it was not surprising to suppose that Mrs. Brownbaugh was an agent.

"But this makes things easier," Hesta said, "Since Mrs. Brownbo doesn't want us to continue investigating the Schiller family, it means that there is something really worth investigating hidden there."

Si Lei crossed his arms and said, "If it was really Qianye's idea to let Elu come back, then you are going against her? Are you sure you want to do this?"

"If Ms. Chiba really needs me to stop, she will come to see me in person," Hesta said with a smile, "She will always tell me the really important things in person."

……

On this day, the entire palace was exceptionally quiet.

Perhaps it was because yesterday was so noisy that today's quietness seemed a little unusual in comparison.

From morning reading, to breakfast, to the morning reading and writing class, to lunch, and to afternoon snack time, Kiki is always alone.

Before today, she had a vague feeling that among these children, no one liked her except Eleven. After today, Kiki realized that this was true.

The girls from the south didn't necessarily dislike her, but they refused to talk to her or share the table with her. She took the initiative to answer them, but they pretended not to hear her.

Why is this happening? Qiqi couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

But today was not a bad day. On the contrary, she had a very happy afternoon - Sister Stella came to be the teaching assistant in the afternoon!

Before today, she had a vague feeling that Sister Stella seemed to like her particularly, and could even be said to be a little partial to her. After today, Kiki was very sure that this was true!

Everyone was a little afraid of Stella because she was different from other teachers. She almost never smiled in class, which was extremely rare among teachers.

But soon, all the children were relieved because they found that Stella was the same to everyone: she had a stern face, was a little fierce to everyone, and was not as patient as Teacher Xia Ying and the others in explaining things... Stella obviously hated the job of a teaching assistant and had no intention of investing any enthusiasm and energy in this new position - although she was indeed temporarily brought in to fill in the position and only needed to fill in for one afternoon. Because the original teaching assistant suddenly had diarrhea and had to go to a nearby town to see a doctor. Pakat was too lazy to make a new temporary arrangement, so he stuffed her in to do the job.

At first, Stella thought this was a piece of cake, but within an hour of entering the classroom, she had a new understanding of how mean she was. She had to use all her qualities as a former professional journalist to not be sarcastic to these kids - well, even if she was sarcastic, so what, they wouldn't understand.

Stella decided to wait until work was over today and then go find Hesta to ask her for advice:
I'm really curious, how did you manage to bring together so many children who fit the stereotype of naughty children so accurately?

Not to mention the little things like eating snot, picking their noses and wiping them under the table, these children would fight and swear at each other for the smallest things, cry and make a fuss when the truth is not made clear, their handwriting looks like dog crawling - I know they are just starting to learn but their handwriting looks like dog crawling, is there any problem? - they don't listen in class at all, they can only understand one sentence out of eight sentences the teacher says, but as long as you ask "do you understand?" they will nod vigorously...

Human beings! Can human beings be like this? Jane! Even if you want to be a "slum educator" to get ahead, these students are too poor!
Stella sat in the classroom feeling dizzy. A few days ago, when she watched these children playing football on the sunlight lawn, she thought the scene was very touching and brilliant, but now she could no longer remember how she felt at that time.

Only one child was different.

Only Kiki.

Kiki herself felt the strongest about this.

At first, she thought Stella was just being polite to her because she knew her and had talked to her in other places. But when she corrected her homework for the first time, Kiki realized that things were not as she imagined. At that time, Kiki heard that the person in front of her made the same mistake as her - they both used the wrong tense in a nested grammatical structure. Stella did not explain anything extra, but just mechanically repeated, "You think too much, just write normally next time." Kiki wanted to go back to her seat to revise the article, but it was too late. Stella had already called her name, so she carefully handed the notebook over.

Stella also didn't explain much to her, but the comments she left on Kiki's notebook were more than three times more than those left by others.

The children standing behind Kiki were somewhat gloating. After all, everyone has a simple understanding: the more the teacher writes on the homework, the worse the homework is.

Qiqi's face also turned red. Seeing that Stella's green pen was about to write the mistake that was criticized as "thinking too much", Qiqi quickly took the initiative to admit her mistake: "...I thought too much when I wrote this."

"How could that be," Stella whispered, her attention still on Qiqi's homework book, "You made this mistake, which means you think more than others."

Qiqi was stunned when she heard this.

After a long while, Stella closed the notebook, pushed it in front of Qiqi, and smiled for the only time this afternoon: "Very good homework, very attentive."

Qiqi was somewhat flattered when she took the notebook that Stella pushed over to her, and for a moment she didn't know how to react.

"...Thank you." Qiqi said softly.

Stella blinked at Qiqi, as if they were old friends, telling each other to be more polite: "Go ahead."

The children around were watching this scene silently - everyone was originally curious about why Kiki, an excellent student, was criticized for her homework, but now everyone was curious about what Stella had written on Kiki's homework book.