Is not being able to do as you please also called rebirth?

Chapter 40 Secretary Yang
With this large sum of money from Jiang Xun, Jiang Jianguo naturally gave up his plan to go out and work.

Having worked hard for most of his life, now that his son is successful, he can finally relax and doesn't have to work so hard anymore.

Besides, Jiang Xun's grandparents are still in his hometown, and he wouldn't want to go to work in another place unless absolutely necessary.

Of the money my son has, I'll use tens of thousands to pay off the debts, and then save another 100,000 for his college tuition.

With the remaining 200,000 or so yuan, we'll follow our son's suggestion to buy a few storefronts in the eastern part of the city to start some other small businesses.

Now they obey Jiang Xun's every word. Their son earned in two months what they couldn't earn in half a lifetime, so what reason do they have not to believe him?

……

In the English teaching and research office of Yinxian No.1 Middle School, more than 30 English teachers are having a teaching and research meeting, most of whom are fashionable female teachers.

Teacher Yao, the head of the teaching and research group, who was sitting in the main seat, talked about some recent work arrangements, and then talked about the training trip to the mountain city.

"Does anyone have any suggestions regarding this training? Or is there anyone who would like to participate? Please feel free to bring it up so we can discuss it together."

Teacher Yao looked at everyone with a smile, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, and intentionally or unintentionally landing on Yang Huimin.

The group began to whisper among themselves, but Yang Huimin kept her head down, writing and drawing in her notebook, showing no intention of participating in the discussion.

Today she wore a pure black mid-length top paired with dark blue jeans, looking even more aloof and elegant than usual.

After discussing it for a while, it seemed that no one was willing to go.

The reason is simple: it takes too long, a full week of study, and many teachers have children and don't want to be away from home for too long.

Another reason is that reimbursement is troublesome, with all sorts of documents and procedures, which is a headache.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to Yang Huimin, but no one dared to speak up.

She went several times before because she was young, and these kinds of training opportunities should naturally be given to young people.

But it's not good to make her go every time, and it seems she doesn't really want to go.

Yang Huimin was indeed unwilling; she didn't plan to stay in this position for long, and would resign at most after this year's students graduated.

Since becoming a teacher, she feels she has aged considerably. She has no time to travel, no opportunity to dress up, and is often driven half to death by her students.

I have so many beautiful and sexy clothes in my closet, but I've never had a chance to wear them.

For her, she felt she would go crazy if she were to spend the rest of her life trapped in this school and this small county town.

At that moment, her phone vibrated; it must have been a QQ message.

She opened it and glanced at it; her previously calm eyes suddenly lit up.

A letter from a time of famine: [Goddess, please help me! (cute face)]

Time flows gently: [Say]

A Letter from a Desolate Year: [I need to go to the mountain city for a few days. I've already asked Lao Zhu for leave, and my parents agreed, but they're worried about me leaving alone...]

Yang Huimin was stunned for a moment. She looked at the group of colleagues who were discussing and her cheeks inexplicably felt hot.

After a moment of internal struggle, she finally bit her lip and sent the message.

Time is fleeting: [No! I'll go with you to find out what's going on, but you should have your parents come with you.]

A Letter from a Barren Year: [Um, I just wanted you to call my parents and tell them you'd take us to a competition or something.]

Upon seeing this message, Yang Huimin's beautiful face flushed red instantly. This brat, couldn't he just finish what he was saying at once?!

Time Flies: [So, you were actually lying to your parents? What are you really planning to do?]

A Famine Year: [It was just recording a song and discussing song copyrights, nothing else. If you help me this time, I'll repay you like a slave in the future.]

Time Fragrance: [Pah, who wants you to be their slave? You'd be better off as a little dog.] A Famine Year: [Fine, from now on I'll be Yang Da Mei Nu's little lapdog.]

Time Flies: [Get lost!]

Yang Huimin blushed, closed QQ, put down her phone, and hesitated for a moment before speaking to the head of the teaching and research group:

"Since everyone is short on time, I'll go."

The moment she spoke, the discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone turned to look at her.

"Since Xiao Yang is willing to go, that would be great. Let's settle this then."

Teacher Yao smiled and made the decision immediately, and that's how the matter was settled.

Seeing that Yang Huimin did not object, Jiang Xun, knowing her as he did, assumed that this meant she had agreed to help.

This made Jiang Xun breathe a sigh of relief; he had really come up with a whole bunch of excuses just to go to Shanghai.

But there's nothing we can do. He's not even 18 yet, and he has to travel all the way to Shanghai, a round trip that takes four or five days. Who can feel at ease with that?

He could only lie to his parents and say he was going to a mountain town to participate in an English speech contest. With his current top grade, his parents didn't suspect anything.
Yin County is adjacent to Shancheng, only a three or four-hour drive away, and teachers and other students are traveling with them, so the parents have nothing to worry about.

As Jiang Xun expected, when he got home that evening, Yang Huimin had already called his mother.

His mother is packing his luggage; he'll be gone for four or five days, so he needs to bring at least a few clothes.

"Your teacher, Ms. Yang, said she'll pick you up by car tomorrow morning, and told you not to sleep in," Mom said with a smile.

"Huh?" Jiang Xun was taken aback. He had only asked Teacher Yang to help cover for him, but it was acting as if she was really going.

"What do you mean 'oh'? Go check what you need to pack, or you'll end up with nothing."

"Oh."

Jiang Xun returned to his room and immediately messaged Yang Huimin, only to learn that she was also going to Shancheng for training.

"I can rub against it again without getting pricked," Jiang Xun thought to himself with delight.

The next morning, Jiang Xun got up and tidied himself up, changing into a casual sportswear outfit and getting a stylish haircut.

At this time, he was about 181 cm tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, tall and handsome, yet still full of youthful charm.

It can be both milky and wolfish, sweet and salty, pure and sensual.

"Damn it, I've really become a pretty boy." Jiang Xun touched his handsome face, looking disgusted.

But those upturned corners of his mouth are harder to suppress than an AK.

When he came downstairs with his laptop and luggage, the familiar Chevrolet was already waiting by the roadside.

The driver's side door opened, and a tall figure wearing a snow-white shirt, black straight-leg pants, and black high heels appeared before him.

When the two looked at each other across the car, a hint of amazement flashed in their eyes.

"What are you looking at? Put your luggage away and get in the car." Yang Huimin glared at Jiang Xun and opened the trunk for him.

Although she spoke with an arrogant tone, her voice was not cold at all; instead, it carried a hint of mature woman's charm and languor.

Goodness, she's really going for the classic arrogant, high-class woman look today.

"Xiao Yang, your secretary uniform looks great today."

As soon as Jiang Xun opened his mouth, he got the chance to have close contact with 'Secretary Yang', but this opportunity was a bit hard on his ears.

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