I want to have a normal campus romance

This made me feel ashamed, and I secretly sighed that although this young lady looked cold and difficult to get along with, she was still very reasonable. At least she was not like some rich second-generations who were weak and incompetent and unreasonable at the same time. However, this arrogance was a double-edged sword, which became sharper with favorable winds and duller with unfavorable winds.

This time I didn't wander around the room like I did just now. Instead, I stood beside her and silently helped her do the questions. She went from being calm and composed in the beginning to needing a little thought when answering later, and in the end she held her pen in the air but was unable to put pen to paper.

Her original relaxed look was replaced by solemnity and anxiety. I stood beside her for a while, and when I saw that she hadn't put pen to paper for a long time, I knew it was almost time, and it would be a waste of time to continue.

So I bent my fingers and knocked on the table twice, bringing her back to reality from her immersion in the test questions.

"You can take a break first. I'll help you check your answers on the test paper."

"But...but I haven't finished answering yet."

After hearing my voice, she looked at me blankly. I could feel that at this moment the pride in her heart slowly faded away, and was replaced by uneasiness and anxiety.

Is it because...I just hit her confidence too hard?

Forget it, since I have already become the bad guy, I might as well do it to the end. Besides, even if I don’t do these things, she will suffer setbacks and blows sooner or later in the future.

At worst, I can apologize to her after it’s over.

"Whether it's done or not, the time has come."

As I said this, I took the test paper from her desk, took out a red pen from my bag, and prepared to mark the test paper. But just as I was about to mark it, I discovered something serious. That is, in the entire bedroom, there was only the chair where Mo Yuhan was sitting, and there was no second chair.

Although I know I'm not a famous master, it doesn't mean you won't even give me a chair, right?

Forget it, I'll just stand there. Thinking of this, I sighed. Just as I was about to take out some books from my bag to cushion my posture, Mo Yuhan looked at me, then slowly stood up from the chair, walked to the side, and finally sat on her bed.

Does this mean that they want to leave the seat for me and let me sit on the chair?

"Uh, so I sit down?"

I asked tentatively, and she turned her head silently. She didn't agree but didn't object either. But from her expression, it seemed that she wanted to express that although I gave you the position, it doesn't mean that I accept you or I have given in.

This makes me think that this girl is quite interesting. Although she appears cold on the surface, she is actually not that unkind. She is just a little stubborn and has a strong self-esteem.

But I didn't care. Who hasn't experienced middle school at this age? I used to think I was the center of the world, that I had a mission and was the most special person in the world. Then after a lot of beatings in life, I realized that the clown was actually me.

I pulled out a chair and put the test paper on the table to mark it. I could see that she had some basic skills. She answered almost all the basic questions I designed correctly, and she even avoided the traps I set. It was not until I increased the difficulty that she made some mistakes.

Although there were many mistakes, it still exceeded my imagination. Excluding the traditional culture and ancient poetry, which were the hardest hit areas, she was not much worse than domestic high school students. It was barely a 50-50 match.

I put the corrected paper in front of her. Before explaining it, I asked her to glance over it first to see where the problems were. Then I explained it. This not only helped to deepen her impression, but also helped her to improve her ability to think independently when solving problems in the future.

If I had started school a year earlier, I might have been a certified teacher now. However, due to the education reform now, only students majoring in education will be allowed to take the exam starting next year, and this year only juniors can take the exam.

I was perfectly isolated——

It hurts! It hurts so much! Education Bureau... why are you!

"Why did this place only deduct half of my points?"

"Hmm? Let me see—"

Mo Yuhan's voice pulled me back from those tragic memories. I looked at where she was pointing and found that she was pointing at a test question in which she was given half a sentence and had to fill in the other half herself from an ancient classic poem.

The topic was "The mountain has trees and the trees have branches", but she wrote "The sea has water and the water has fish". The second half of the sentence was completely made up by herself. But putting aside the standard answer, it can be seen that she did think about it seriously, so I only deducted half of her points.

"Although you didn't answer this question correctly, I can see that you integrated the artistic conception, so I only deducted half of your points. After all, I taught you knowledge, not the answer."

When she heard what I said, she was slightly stunned and wanted to say something, but she seemed to be very conflicted. After hesitating for a while, she slowly said to me:

"Oh."

There was even a hint of unconvinced in her tone, which made me laugh, but I didn't say anything. After all, she was a rich girl, so it was normal for her to be a little arrogant. So I didn't care, but continued to help her explain the mistakes on the paper, and slowly put her into my rhythm.

At the beginning, she could only listen to me silently, but later she asked some questions without knowing the answer, and finally she even argued with me about the questions. Of course, this also made me feel more stressed, because her questions started out as simple ones, but gradually became more complicated.

It can be said that students like her, even without a teacher, can reach a very high level as long as they have the right guidance. But at the same time, I also found that in some sense, this young lady is not as cold and indifferent as she looks. At least in my opinion...she may just be a little lonely.

I looked at my watch and found that the time had already come. To be exact, it had been overtime for a long time. Thinking of this, I wanted to take this opportunity to grasp this job, but then I thought, she is a genius, even if she doesn't need me, she can go a long way.

She is destined to surpass me slowly. Instead of leaving in embarrassment at that time, it is better to let her find a teacher who is more suitable for her from the beginning. If she really relies on tricks to stay here, it will go against the original intention of why I did this job.

I stood up and she asked with some doubt:

"what happened?"

"Well, my time is up. You can look at this paper again after class. If there is still something you don't understand, I have some more information here. You can take a look at it when you have time."

When she heard what I said, a look of surprise flashed across her face. She turned her head to look at the clock next to her. Her face showed a mixture of confusion, relief, and various emotions. Her black eyes looked at me with a very complicated expression.

Although I don't know why she looked at me with such complicated eyes, I know that I need to fulfill my original promise before leaving.

"You can practice calligraphy with this copybook first. It's best to use a mixed-hair brush. Also, this..."

I took out the materials and copybooks from my bag and placed them on her desk. Although I thought this was a normal thing to do, looking at her expression, I even felt for a moment like I was making arrangements for my final wishes.

I looked at her, sighed, picked up the brush beside me, and prepared to teach her the last lesson.

After dipping the ink in the inkstone, he wrote one last sentence on the rice paper:

Loyalty is helpful to one's actions

Well, although this sentence is a common saying, I couldn't think of anything better to say. I slowly put the brush aside, picked up my schoolbag and walked out the door.

During this time, she looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, as if she was having some inner struggle. Although I knew... if I provoked her a little, she might get carried away and agree to be her tutor, but that would be too mean, not to mention there wasn't much I could teach her.

I walked out the door and came to the first floor from the second floor. I saw a maid who seemed to have been standing in the living room early. After seeing me coming down, she handed me a gift box. I opened it and saw an exquisite pen inside.

I was about to refuse, but the maid seemed to have guessed my thoughts and told me that this was a souvenir that every teacher who came here to apply for a job would get. I nodded and said nothing more. After all, since they had done this, it would be a bit redundant to say anything more.

At the same time, I secretly sighed that they are worthy of being rich people. No one would complain about such a way of dealing with the aftermath, even if it was a wasted trip.

Well...it was worth the trip!

I put the pen back into my backpack and was about to leave when I heard Uncle Chen's voice behind me.

"Teacher Lin, wait a minute, you haven't taken anything."

Huh? Did I forget something?

I turned around and found Uncle Chen walking towards me with a piece of rice paper.

"This is what the lady asked me to give you."

I was a little curious after hearing this, so I took the rice paper from Uncle Chen's hand, opened it and found that it was the rice paper on which I had just written "honest words may be unpleasant to the ears, but beneficial to one's conduct". However, just when I thought that she was disliking me for using her rice paper, I suddenly found another sentence written on it -

Good medicine is bitter and good for disease

"This is......"

Uncle Chen smiled when he heard what I said.

"The lady said... this is her homework. She hopes you can correct it and help her explain it in the next class."

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PS: That’s right, I am the unlucky guy who couldn’t take the teacher qualification exam in my sophomore year.

Chapter 21 Are you free tomorrow?

After hearing what Uncle Chen said, I was stunned at first, and then shocked.

I thought I had heard it wrong, or maybe I had misunderstood it, so much so that when Uncle Chen was discussing the time and fee for the next class with me, I found it a little hard to believe.

"Teacher Lin, thank you for taking care of my young lady."

"I don't deserve your care, but it's my due."

Seeing Uncle Chen being so polite, I quickly came to my senses, shook Uncle Chen's hand, and quickly returned the greeting.

Uncle Chen originally wanted to drive me home, but I declined. After all, there are quite a lot of people coming and going at the gate of our school on weekends. If he were to take me home, wouldn’t he be regarded as some invisible rich second generation?

It was hard to refuse such a kind invitation, and Uncle Chen was kind-hearted, so I couldn't refuse. But Uncle Chen seemed to see through my thoughts and didn't drive a luxury car like Rolls-Royce or Maybach, but chose a black and low-key Volvo.

But even so...that license plate with 8888, at first glance, is probably not much worse than a so-called luxury car, and it may even be more classy than a so-called luxury car.

Along the way, let alone encountering traffic jams, there were even few cars around that dared to drive side by side. Even the cars behind us kept a distance of several meters from us when waiting for the traffic lights.

When we arrived at the school gate, Uncle Chen even opened the car door for me personally. There were several students who were leaving the school nearby. When they saw me coming out of the car, they all looked at me with envy or jealousy. Some of them were whispering and talking in a group, and I couldn't tell what they were saying.

This made me feel that it was great to be rich, but also a little ashamed. Fortunately, I rejected Uncle Chen's suggestion to drive the car into the school. Otherwise, if I met some acquaintance and the news spread that I was a hidden rich second generation, wouldn't I be hung up and interrogated by Fatty and the others?

As I was thinking, I walked towards the dormitory, but at this moment my cell phone suddenly vibrated. Then I remembered that I had turned the phone to silent mode during class and hadn't turned it back on.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and found it was a message from Xiao Jingwen asking me to go to her office when I was free today.

Hmm? Isn't today the weekend? Why is Xiao Jingwen still in the counselor's office? Didn't she go home?

Although I had some doubts in my mind, I thought that if nothing happened, she would not look for me on the weekend. So after replying the message, I picked up my bag and walked towards the teaching building.

The teaching building was very deserted on the weekend, which reminded me that I seemed to have just been to her office last weekend. It has only been a week, but what happened in the past few days made me almost think that half a month had passed.

I knocked on the door, and when I heard Xiao Jingwen's voice, I pushed the door open and saw Xiao Jingwen sitting at the computer desk. When she saw me come in, she asked me to sit next to her.

Looking at the familiar sofa in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. After all, I had just witnessed her breakup scene here last time. She called me here today. Was she here to settle the score with me?

Thinking of this, although I felt a little uneasy, I still asked Xiao Jingwen:

"Sister Wen, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"The counselor of the finance department next door resigned."

Xiao Jingwen pointed to the table next to her and I turned around and saw that there was nothing on it except the computer. I thought the counselor sitting here was a tidy person, but it turns out that he has resigned.

But why did Xiao Jingwen tell me this? Is she going to choose me as the counselor, just like the way I was chosen as the male lead before?

"Uh... Sister Wen, do you want me to be your counselor?"

"How is that possible? Aren't you in your second year of graduate school instead of your sophomore year?"

"Uh...no."

After hearing what I said, Xiao Jingwen's eyes changed when she looked at me, as if she had seen some Kamen Rider who was undergoing a middle school transformation.

"The academy is short of staff now, so I took over some of her classes, so..."

"so?"

"So I transferred you here to be my guidance assistant."

"what?!"

When I heard what Xiao Jingwen said, I almost jumped up from the sofa. I had just lamented that the student union was too chaotic and was planning to find time to quit it so that I could have some free time. How come I have another job to do before I can enjoy my happy time of slacking off?

Who doesn't know that the job of a counselor's assistant is pure slavery? Not only does it require almost 24 hours of on-call time, with so much work to do that it's hard to finish, but sometimes you also need to help the counselor sit on duty. It can be said that you are doing the counselor's job but getting paid zero.

Although counselor assistants are usually given priority in awards and honors, for an ordinary student like me who is almost lying down and whose academic performance is not that outstanding, scholarships and other awards have almost nothing to do with me!

Only a devil would do this!

"Um... Sister Wen, can you refuse?"

"No!" Xiao Jingwen pinched her brows and said to me slowly, "Your name has been submitted to the Academic Affairs Office for approval. Maybe your file will be changed in the next two days."

Damn! When did the Academic Affairs Office of our school become so efficient? It's clear that the work of the student union's term change has not been properly arranged yet, but these things are done very quickly.

"I saw in your previous psychological report that you wanted to be a student leader. And you were a class committee member in your freshman year, and your performance in the student union was also outstanding, so I signed you up at that time."

But that was my psychology report from my freshman year!

Who still remembers the time when they were young and frivolous? When I was a freshman in college, I wanted to do everything, be everything, and get everything. As a result, I was not only exhausted, but also didn't get anything in the end. If I could travel back now, I would definitely beat the hell out of myself.

"What? Don't you want to?"

"Ah, no no no, I do."

After hearing what Xiao Jingwen said, I nodded quickly.

If this matter has not been settled, I will definitely find some excuses and politely turn it down.

But now that things have been decided, there's no point in me saying anything. This counselor's assistant has to work for at least a year. I can't just quit before I even start the work, right?

Besides, Xiao Jingwen meant well, so I didn't say anything. After all, I estimated that the current situation was only temporary. It wouldn't be too late for me to resign after the replacement counselor from the Finance Department arrived.

"I'll add you to the group in a moment. Please help count these forms before you leave."

Xiao Jingwen said this as she pulled out a stack of documents from the table and handed them to me, which surprised me.

"Ah? ...Oh."

Wow, this is too unfair. I haven't even officially reported for duty yet, but I'm already on the job?

Oh, this is life~

After lamenting my tragic future, I finally took the documents in my hand, sat at the empty desk next to me, and began to enter and check the information on the computer one by one.