The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1001 Gods and Buddhas Everywhere (Part 5)

Late at night, Ms. Zhan had just finished her day's work. After thinking for a moment, she went to her dormitory and asked the dormitory manager, who had just finished his rounds:

"Teacher Yao, how are the new girls doing?"

The dormitory supervisor, Mr. Yao, is a young and handsome man.

Because there were few people in the dormitory, and they were all young, with no gender distinction, his gentle voice and patient care made him the most suitable dormitory manager.

Upon seeing Ms. Zhan, he smiled, revealing a set of white teeth: "I just checked on her. She's sleeping soundly and is quite well-behaved."

"Really? No crying or fussing?" Ms. Zhan asked incredulously.

“Yes.” Teacher Yao breathed a long sigh of relief. “It’s been a long time since I’ve met such an easy child. Maybe it’s because no one at home cares about him. It’s the same wherever he goes.”

“That’s true… Most of the non-selected children are like that, so well-behaved it’s heartbreaking.” Ms. Zhan shook her head. “You don’t know, these children originally didn’t even have names, they were just called ‘Da Ya’ and ‘Er Ya’.”

"Thank God!"

"They named themselves... but they probably don't understand what a surname is, so the names they came up with are all over the place, with surnames like Qiao, Liu, Ling, Wang, and all sorts of other names..."

Teacher Yao couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head: "Didn't their family members correct them either?"

“I have no time to correct him!” Ms. Zhan shook her head. “He’s probably just saving up to have another baby at a fertility clinic. Seeing that old man crying so hard, I almost believed he was really in love. But as soon as he mentioned the name, I understood.”

"Poor thing..." Teacher Yao sighed, "It's a pity that although they escaped that home, their situation here... is not necessarily..."

"Yes," Ms. Zhan sighed softly.

The echoes of their sighs lingered in the corridor, making the candle in Teacher Yao's hand flicker and nearly go out.

"It seems like the wind is picking up." Teacher Yao noticed and looked concerned. "Teacher Zhan, it's getting late. You've been working hard these past few days. You should go back and rest."

"That's right!" Ms. Zhan didn't leave as instructed, but instead complained, venting her frustrations over the past few days. "You know, I've been traveling for so many days, and when I got back, that old man still wanted me to take those senior students to headquarters for testing. And now that the results have just come out, I have to personally drive them back!"

"Yes, you are, after all, the director of the admissions office, and you have to handle these matters related to their college admissions," Teacher Yao said with a smile.

Ms. Zhan deliberately sighed, "Sigh, what kind of director am I? I don't even have any subordinates."

“If I weren’t working as a dormitory supervisor here, I would want to work for you… as your subordinate,” Teacher Yao said softly.

These words stirred something within Ms. Zhan.

“Teacher Yao, your position can’t be left unattended.” She looked at him meaningfully. “These children all need to be taken care of. With someone as experienced, loving, and patient as you here, the school can rest assured.”

“What good is having the heart? I don’t even know who to give my love to when I get back…” Teacher Yao sighed, then cautiously probed, “Director Zhan, I heard your husband works at a fertility clinic… Could you… put in a good word for me? My number is too far back in the queue.”

Ms. Zhan glanced at it sideways and said, "Well... I'll go back and ask."

"Thank you so much! You've gone to so much trouble!" Teacher Yao thanked her repeatedly, then lowered her voice, her tone ambiguous, "My husband found a complete blue and white porcelain vase in the ruins a while ago, and I'll bring it to you another day... I'll come and deliver it to you."

"This is too valuable!" Ms. Zhan exclaimed softly.

"It's not valuable at all. Such a fine item is worthy of a cultured person like Director Zhan!"

Are you going to deliver it personally?

"Of course I have to do it myself."

The two laughed ambiguously.

At this point, Ms. Zhan became more familiar and friendly, saying, "Teacher Yao, you're too kind. It was just a small favor."

Seeing this, Teacher Yao intensified her attack: "To be honest, the school is only able to stay afloat thanks to you. If it weren't for you sending so many high-quality students, we wouldn't be where we are today."

"Really? I didn't expect you to be such a sensible person at such a young age, Xiao Yao."

The much closer Xiao Yao smiled and said, "Of course, we can all see that. Actually, you should be the principal..."

This statement is almost presumptuous.

Ms. Zhan felt relieved to hear this, and simply smiled faintly: "You have such a sweet tongue... Okay, that's enough. You should get some rest too. Look at your dark circles... you don't look as energetic as when you first arrived."

"Really?" Xiao Yao raised her hand and touched her face, then smiled and said, "Looks like I need to take better care of myself for Director Zhan's sake."

"You chatterbox!"

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in an ambiguous way in the night breeze, before turning away from each other.

Ms. Zhan walked all the way to the school gate, her smile still lingering until she sat in the car waiting at the gate, at which point it slowly faded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Zhan!" The security guard at the gate waved goodbye warmly.

"Comrade, you've worked hard keeping watch."

The car window slowly rolled up, shutting out the cold wind.

Not missing the envious look in the security guard's eyes, Ms. Zhan felt a surge of pride.

In this world, how many people can still afford to ride in a car?

And a dedicated driver?

Although he was just a lowly driver.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the driver's extra fingers resting on the steering wheel.

If it weren't for her enviable husband, Ms. Zhan might not be living the life she has today.

She ran her fingers over the car's interior. Although it had been flooded and was in a sorry state, and had been repaired, she was extremely satisfied.

Not to mention her small two-story villa.

The house is tiled and has glass windows. Although this area is usually inhabited by high-ranking officials and wealthy people, her house still stands out.

When I got home, the lights were off.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted over.

She knew it was her husband who had returned.

On the expensive sofa, a bloated body lay sprawled, like a fat pig that had been soaked in water, yet it squeezed itself into a sharp suit, looking taut and bulging.

A sudden surge of inexplicable anger welled up in Ms. Zhan's chest.

"Go take a shower before you go to sleep!"

"Well……"

Ms. Zhan tugged at him, but the man only mumbled something.

"I wonder who he was drinking with and got so drunk..."

"Come on, come on...keep drinking! Don't worry, I can definitely help you with your quota!"

The man was still muttering incoherently, raising his hand as if he were about to clink glasses with someone in a dream.

Ms. Zhan coldly dodged away.

Snapped!
The heavy body slumped off the sofa and crashed heavily onto the cold marble floor with a dull thud, like a piece of pork being thrown onto a chopping board.

The man finally woke up.

He groggily got up, saw Ms. Zhan's cold eyes, and hurriedly gave an awkward laugh:
"Okay, okay, I got it..."

He stumbled into the bathroom to wash off the smell of alcohol.

When he came out, he saw Ms. Zhan standing in the entryway, repeatedly fiddling with the decorations on the cabinet, seemingly dissatisfied with how they were placed.

"What are you doing so late at night?"

"I was wondering what it would be like to display blue and white porcelain." Ms. Zhan looked up, a smile finally appearing on her face.

"Blue and white porcelain?"

"One of the dormitory supervisors at my school wanted to have a child, but after several attempts, it didn't work out, so she thought of... giving us a piece of blue and white porcelain..."

Before Ms. Zhan could finish speaking, the man scoffed, "What's so special about blue and white porcelain? He traded a whole box of gold bars for it. Do you know how valuable that indicator is?" "You're just helping him out, what's the big deal?"

"What dorm supervisor... that means they have absolutely no influence at school and can't help you at all. What's the point of them helping you?"

Ms. Zhan said with a fierce look, "You only help your own people. Only your side of people are important, while mine are not. That's why I can't become the principal."

"It's just a dormitory supervisor, what does it have to do with whether you're the principal or not?"

"Have you forgotten who those kids living in the dormitories are backed by?" Ms. Zhan's eyes turned cold, her tone carrying a deeper meaning.

Now that you mention it, the man remembered.

"They asked you to send them to school, and they also told you to take good care of them. If you're going to take care of them, then it'll fall to Teacher Yao, right?" Ms. Zhan pressed her advantage.

"Okay, I'll try to figure something out." Seeing that Ms. Zhan's expression had softened, the man's tone also softened a bit. "But don't get your hopes up too high, there might be some major changes at the factory soon..."

What changes?

"Sigh, it's all because of those troublemakers... Anyway, those bald monks from Wanfo Temple are coming tomorrow, and I'll have to eat and drink with them."

"What are they doing here?" Ms. Zhan frowned.

"It's said that they are dissatisfied with our current management."

"But you shouldn't be too strict with those people."

"Yeah... otherwise it will affect things..." the man said vaguely. "Never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. You should wash up and go to bed. I see there's something dirty on your hair."

"dirty stuff?"

Ms. Zhan immediately picked up a mirror and repeatedly looked at it in the candlelight, but she couldn't see anything.

"There was a flash just now, it looked yellow... or maybe gold, I don't know what you brushed against, I can't see it now."

Ms. Zhan rolled her eyes at him: "I think you're just drunk and seeing things."

"Okay, then take it as such."

She snorted and walked into the bathroom with her change of clothes.

Just before entering the room, I glanced back and saw the man sprawled on the bed like a relaxed pancake, soon snoring loudly.

She curled her lip in disgust and closed the door.

So of course she didn't see the fleeting golden light that flashed past her husband's wide-open mouth and silently slipped inside.

……

Here, Liu Sheng opened her eyes.

There was an unexpected surprise.

She originally intended to have the little tentacles secretly follow Ms. Zhan, so as to take the opportunity to explore the Special Bureau and avoid wasting her time.

Unexpectedly, I heard some more valuable information instead.

tomorrow……

I wonder what will happen?

……

early morning.

When Ms. Zhan woke up, the first thing she saw was a huge, distorted mouth next to her pillow.

A strong stench hit me, and yellow saliva gushed out, staining the snow-white pillow a ginger yellow.

That was the price he paid for his special abilities; it was just that unbearable.

The constant snoring from that mouth kept her awake, as if she were sleeping next to a pigsty all night.

She pushed him away irritably, but the image of her mother's tearful advice from years ago involuntarily surfaced in her mind:

"If it weren't for this bizarre era, how could someone with a doctorate in education like you end up associating with people like this..."

But that's all in the past.

Ms. Zhan felt that being able to survive was the most important thing.

Although many people think that after the reconstruction plan, survival will no longer be a problem, she knows that she is still quite far from that standard.

Ms. Zhan did not go to school immediately in the morning.

She felt that after working hard for several days, it wouldn't hurt to give herself half a day off, right?

Basically, she doesn't have anything to do, unless someone from the man's side can take over, like the four sisters sent from Yunshan, which is a very rare situation.

The man had drunk too much the night before and slept until the afternoon. He hadn't even brushed his teeth when he picked up the noodles that Ms. Zhan had served him and started munching on them.

Ms. Zhan, who had just changed her clothes, frowned when she saw the scene, but silently served herself a bowl.

Looking at Ms. Zhan's indifferent face, the man said with a grin, "You look really nice today. Is there something going on at school?"

"What could possibly happen? Isn't it the same every day?"

"How can you say everything's alright?" the man asked casually. "Didn't you take some kids to the Special Affairs Bureau yesterday? Did you finally achieve something?"

"how do you know?"

"I want to know, isn't that easy?"

Ms. Zhan's expression froze for a moment, then she covered it up: "Then you should also know that they haven't met the standards yet."

"Oh, I really didn't know that. I couldn't wait for the results, so those guys dragged me out for food and drinks." The man shrugged, nonchalantly. "Be patient. This school hasn't been established for very long. It won't be easy to meet that guy's standards."

Ms. Zhan still felt irritated thinking about this: "I really don't know what the director wants."

"Hehe, I know." The man picked his teeth and chuckled, "So the birthing factory is going to be adjusted... but I can't tell you the specifics."

Ms. Zhan's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Of course."

As she stepped out the door, the driver her husband had sent was already waiting there. As soon as Ms. Zhan got into the car, she couldn't help but notice his extra finger again.

Noticing Ms. Zhan's gaze, he quickly and carefully hid his fingers and gave a hesitant greeting.

Ms. Zhan responded with a faint "yes".

The other person didn't press for more information, but simply drove intently, seemingly intimidated by Ms. Zhan's imposing presence, maintaining a stiff posture until they reached the school, at which point they seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and say:
"Mrs. Liu, we've arrived."

Ms. Zhan frowned: "What Mrs. Liu?"

The driver realized his mistake and hurriedly corrected himself: "Ms. Zhan... no, Director Zhan."

Ms. Zhan then gave a snort.

But she had already decided in her heart to tell the man to replace this person. Sure enough, these inferior people never learn their lesson, and their brains must not be fully developed...

Thinking this way, she felt a little relieved when she entered the school gate and saw Teacher Yao's young, handsome, and energetic face.

"Director Zhan! You've finally arrived!"

"Xiao Yao, were you waiting for me?" Ms. Zhan smiled, all the images of fat pigs, drooling, and roaring noises in her mind vanishing.

However, Yao's face showed anxiety:

"Director Zhan! Something terrible has happened!"

Ms. Zhan was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yao shook his head and sighed, "Sigh, it's because of those girls you brought back yesterday, they're fighting with everyone right now!"

(End of this chapter)