The first day of school was just for handing out textbooks and other materials, not for actual lessons. After the meeting, Su Li calmly and composedly walked away, leaving Zhao Wenming's sight.
"A country bumpkin dares to dream of being a teacher? Does she think just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can do the job?"
Muttering curses under his breath, Zhao Wenming headed for the fifth-grade classroom.
At that time, elementary school was still on a five-year system, making the fifth grade the graduating class.
As an "elite" graduate of a specialized secondary school, it was only natural that Zhao Wenming would be assigned the most important class—the graduating one.
The first-grade wing was filled with cheerful laughter, while the fifth-grade classroom, in contrast, was deathly quiet.
Zhao Wenming, never one to play by the rules, had them write and submit an essay. The atmosphere in the classroom was, to put it mildly, bleak and dismal.
