Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

The cultural center hall was brightly lit and crowded with people who came to listen to the lectures in the evening.

Some students were in the classrooms, while the rest in the hall were either waiting for the next class or were too reluctant to pay to enter the classrooms, so they squatted by the door or windows to "steal" knowledge.

There are also some people who are simply there to study and review by the light in the lobby.

When Wang Anping arrived, everyone in the hall was engrossed in their books, even speaking in hushed tones.

He found the classroom where he was to have his class.

A class is in session inside.

It was almost the end of the class.

The front and back doors of the classroom were blocked by other people, so Wang Anping couldn't squeeze to the front, but he could still hear the teacher lecturing inside.

The lessons in the classroom didn't feel like a review of old knowledge; they felt more like a new lesson.

The thought of having to relearn all the courses made Wang Anping's teeth ache – how much time would that take!

But since we're already here...

Wang Anping decided to listen to one section first to try it out.

Soon, the Chinese language class ended, and the next class was Chinese and foreign history and geography.

To Wang Anping's surprise, the subject changed, but the teacher in the classroom remained the same—the same middle-aged man—who continued to teach Chinese and foreign history and geography.

Wang Anping paid the money and went inside, then found a seat at random.

After scanning around, I realized that the situation was a bit unusual.

Wang Anping is already twenty years old.

But even in the classroom, he was considered young.

In the classroom, there were many people older than him, some of whom looked to be over thirty.

The course began soon.

After listening for a while, Wang Anping realized that the teacher was quite skilled.

His lectures are well-organized and easy to understand, especially his explanations of foreign history and geography, which are insightful and far exceed the level of ordinary teachers.

It was almost nine o'clock by the end of the class.

Wang Anping put away his books, quickly walked out of the classroom, and caught up with the teacher who was about to leave.

"Teacher, excuse me, is this a convenient time for you? I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks.

She turned around and looked at him with some confusion.

Wang Anping glanced around and, seeing many people looking in their direction, stepped aside and led the teacher to a quiet corner, saying softly:

"Hello teacher, I don't have much time in class. I was wondering if you could give me private lessons?"

"I don't need to hear the details, just give me a general overview of each subject."

Simply put, it's the key points tested in the exam.

"For example, I hope to compress the knowledge points of Chinese and foreign history and geography into three or four hours."

Ran Jinghong looked at the young man in front of him with some surprise. The man had a decent appearance, a calm and confident gaze, and spoke politely and respectfully. He was clearly not joking.

Moreover, this young man was able to make such a request.

This shows that he has a clear understanding.

They have a clear plan for their review.

Ran Jinghong is quite willing to get to know a young man like this who has his own opinions and ideas.

But when he thought about the other party's requirements, he couldn't help but hesitate.

If he were to compress and extract the key points from the knowledge points as this young man suggested, he would have to spend a lot of time preparing and organizing the lessons, which would not be an easy task.

"If the teacher agrees, I am willing to pay five yuan per course to learn from you."

To save time, Wang Anping chose to use his financial power.

Cough cough cough...

Ran Jinghong coughed dryly for a while.

Organizing these things doesn't seem to take much effort!

Ran Jinghong and his wife both earn a decent income, and with only one daughter, Ran Qiuye, they don't face much financial pressure.

But the so-called lack of pressure is only relative.

Who would complain about having too much money!

Looking at the calm yet determined young man before him, Ran Jinghong decided to be less polite and more pragmatic.

He readily nodded and said:

"What you're saying is fine."

"However, I've never taught like this before, so I need some time to prepare."

"In addition, I can only teach humanities and history subjects. I am not good at science subjects. You will have to find other teachers for those subjects."

Wang Anping nodded:

"That's perfectly fine."

"Actually, I feel that you could find two or three teachers to work on this together, Ms. Ran."

"As you know, most of the people who come to night school are working professionals who are busy with other things and may not be able to attend classes on time."

"If the course could be condensed and the key points extracted, it might be more popular."

Ran Jinghong's heart stirred, and he felt that what Wang Anping said made a lot of sense.

Although he is still a senior high school teacher at No. 4 Middle School.

However, after being temporarily transferred by the Education Bureau to teach at the night school, many of the school's tasks had already been assigned to other teachers, so he actually had quite a bit of free time.

What the young man said is indeed correct.

However, it's inevitable to feel a little guilty about giving these private lessons.

He pondered for a moment, then said:

"Thank you, classmate."

"I need a few days to prepare the lesson, and since it's a one-on-one class, I need to find a dedicated time slot. How about we schedule it for the weekend?"

"As for the location..."

"If you don't mind, come to my house."

"No one will be home this weekend, so you won't be disturbed while you study."

He paused again at this point.

He added, somewhat embarrassed:

"I have another request. My daughter is studying to be a teacher and will graduate in three or four months. Her coursework is quite demanding right now, so I hope you can agree to let her audit some classes."

"Um... a cheaper price for the lessons would be fine too."

"It definitely won't bother you."

After thinking about it, Wang Anping accepted the condition.

The two chatted for a few minutes. In this day and age, there are no cell phones and very few phone calls. They just exchanged names.

Wang Anping was somewhat taken aback. This teacher's surname was Ran, which was quite rare. Moreover, he mentioned that he had a daughter who was attending a teachers' college.

cough cough cough.

What a coincidence!

After leaving the cultural center, Wang Anping rode his bicycle back home.

There were hardly any people on the road.

After transmigrating to this era, he had long been accustomed to this life without nightlife and rarely went out at night.

As I was slowly riding along the alley, I suddenly heard a strange sound coming from not far away.

in the dark.

A reprimanding voice could be faintly heard.

Wang Anping stopped the car and listened carefully. Soon, he heard a series of low-pitched curses and muffled "oohs" sounds, which were muffled by covering mouths.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce voice rang out, carrying a hint of menace:

"Damn it, shut up."

"If you dare make a sound again, I'll kill you even if I don't ask for a ransom!"

"Before we kill you, let's have some fun first!"

The sound was coming from a neighboring courtyard.

Wang Anping looked around and found a quiet alley to park his bicycle.

Without touching the front gate of the courtyard, he leaped up, nimbly scaled the courtyard wall, and carefully landed in the courtyard. He crouched low and quietly made his way towards the central courtyard.