The school’s entrance has nice greenery and decent facilities; Qin Xiangnuan is very satisfied with her new school. After all, Jian Zhiqing had guaranteed her a spot, pulling some strings to get her enrolled. She was set to attend this school.
She just wanted to experience what it was like to be in high school and university, to fulfill a dream she had for two lifetimes. As for what kind of schools she might test into in the future, she hadn’t thought about that. She wouldn’t be selling scallion pancakes for a lifetime, yet, she would still be connected to clothes for two lifetimes.
The location for school performance preparations was none other than the indoor auditorium of Bayi Primary School. It was said that among all the schools, Bayi Primary School had the best, most grandiose auditorium with the best sound system. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been chosen as the venue for the Children’s Day event, especially with many leaders in attendance.
Jian Zhiqing, with Taotao in her arms, first arrived at the third-grade Class Two’s classroom door. As soon as they entered, the students immediately gathered around them.
Everyone had changed into their outfits, matching outfits, the same white shirts, and little leather shoes.
Mr. Jiang was now sweating with anxiety. Although he didn’t yet know what performance his students had prepared, it was all very secretive—a performance from each class. He wasn’t even sure if the school would approve their class’s choir performance. While the school now valued quantity over quality, allowing any act on stage, if there were too many choir acts, they might not be selected.
With this visit, he was truly startled. His students were wearing matching outfits, and they looked too good. He had never seen any child wear exactly the same outfit, and these looked perfectly identical. They couldn’t be rented, because even rented ones would be show costumes, not outfits like these little shorts and skirts. But if they were bought, he hadn’t seen them before either. He really felt that his students’ dance might be surprisingly good, and it was kept so secret that even he, the teacher, was kept in the dark, not allowed to see it.
Jian Zhiqing put Taotao down. Taotao was also wearing the same navy uniform, a white shirt, a black bow tie, and a pair of little black leather shoes. He ran over, grabbed Jian Zhiqin’s hand, and started chattering about something.
"There’s still such a big kid," Mr. Jiang was stunned once more.
"This child isn’t also going to go on stage, is he?"
"Yes," Jian Zhiqin squatted down to straighten her little cousin’s clothes, "We borrowed this outfit. It wouldn’t work without him."
"No way," Taotao took over the conversation, his little chin lifted high with a perfectly petulant little face.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang," Jian Zhiqing nodded slightly to Mr. Jiang, then pointed to Qin Xiangnuan beside her.
"This is Qin Xiangnuan. She taught the dance, and she’s the one who provided the clothes."
"Hello, Mr. Jiang," Qin Xiangming greeted Mr. Jiang politely. A teacher of his age naturally deserved respect.
"I really can’t thank you enough," Mr. Jiang felt like grabbing Qin Xiangnuan’s hand and bursting into tears. The class he led finally had a dance to perform instead of a choir, not ’East is Red’ again. After all these years, he had been feeling so repressed. He was getting old and couldn’t keep up with the times, but the young people these days, they were impressive.
"Mr. Jiang, don’t be too polite," Qin Xiangnuan put her hand on Taotao’s head and gently rubbed it, "Actually, I haven’t done much. It’s these children; they’ve been very hardworking. Mr. Jiang’s students are naturally good, with high-quality attributes all around."
Mr. Jiang couldn’t help but puff out his chest, being proud and arrogant when his students were praised. He had taught students his entire life; this was the one thing that he felt most guilt-free about, the one thing he felt he had done right by his own conscience.