As a teacher, how could Fang Yumei dress like that? Even if she’s an English teacher and admires Western styles a bit, she should have some sense. That skirt’s so short it nearly exposes her ass!
She couldn’t stand it: "Cao Yumei, don’t you realize how much you’ve misled the kids in the Nanshan Class? I heard that the talisman paper Wang Xin brought into the college entrance exam was given by you. You’re really doing harm! Ask yourself honestly, are you even worthy of being a teacher?"
Fang Yumei, with her hands on her hips, snorted coldly:
"Heh, I’m not worthy, but you are, huh? That’s why you’re doomed to live in the poor little Qingcheng all your life. Day after day, year after year, standing at the podium, speaking until your mouth is dry and foaming. When you get old and worn out, you’ll still be raising a stick of chalk dust, grading papers until midnight! I’ve had enough of this inhuman life long ago. Too bad you have no other way than to die here in this town, while as for me, I’m about to head to the capital soon!"
Fang Yumei was full of spirit, looking at Xing Yue and the other teachers, treating these students from the county as if they were a bunch of bumpkins.
Zhang Bin and other locals from Qingcheng were a bit angry when they heard this, but couldn’t refute it. This text is hosted at novel⸺fire.net
Yes, they were just teachers from a small county town for life.
Having a student get into college was their proudest achievement. Talking about where their students ended up and what jobs they had in which industries was the highlight of their conversations. Life was really just like that.
But being spoken to by Fang Yumei made their ordinary lives seem somewhat shameful and humiliating.
Born in the county, inherently inferior?
Xing Yue pursed her lips; her feelings were different from others who felt their self-esteem was wounded. Her eyes were bright and firm, meeting Fang Yumei’s disdainful gaze:
"Oh, Teacher Cao, you think going to the capital is the ultimate glory in life, don’t you?"
Fang Yumei: "Yeah, you’ll never step foot into the capital’s bustling world, you village teacher!"
Xing Yue’s expression remained calm: "Hope one day you won’t regret having such a vulgar thought."
The East Sea Class watched Fang Yumei showing off her superiority, while their usually sharp-tongued Teacher Xing was so calm and didn’t argue, feeling extremely frustrated and were indignant for Xing Yue.
On the contrary, Zuzi was equally calm, even with a slight smile on her lips: "Maybe one day, she’ll regret not only going to the capital but not cherishing the chance to be a good village teacher."
Zuzi’s words seemed to strike a nerve with Fang Yumei.
She suddenly bristled: "What are you saying, you little brat? Who are you learning from, cursing people like that? Let me tell you, I’ve resigned already, and my flight to the capital is today. My first stop is to visit the most famous auction house in the capital! And the socialite wine party in the capital, something you’ll never have the chance to experience in your lifetime!"
Fang Yumei flashed two invitation cards in front of everyone proudly.
One was an invitation to the Emperor Auction, and the other to a socialite wine party in the capital.
Not to mention experiencing them, these teachers and students from Qingcheng had never even heard of them—what is a socialite wine party? What is an auction?
Fang Yumei smugly flaunted this to the group, thinking to herself that they really are a bunch of bumpkins. Luckily, she clung to Lord Si, that man among men, and worked as his nanny, allowing her to see the dazzling world outside.
Look at these county bumpkins, silenced by her!
In the midst of their suffocating silence.
Zuzi suddenly smiled slightly: "Is this what you call the ultimate glory in life?"