Because the students listened attentively, the teacher herself taught with great care, and He Zhilan even had no doubt that although she went to high school in the town, the high school students there had better English than the students at her current school.
Of course, there’s also an important point that the educational direction varies from place to place, with slight differences between the north and south. Although English is not yet part of the college entrance examination, in the south, to graduate, students must pass all subjects, but in the north, only reaching the overall passing score is required.
"If you’re unhappy, then just resign," He Teng suggested, "Come back to the capital. It would be easier for you."
Upon hearing He Teng suggest her return to the capital, He Zhilan immediately glared at him, "No way!"
Pouting, He Zhilan ignored He Teng completely, didn’t talk about her work troubles anymore, and just focused on eating.
She knew He Teng meant well, but the thought of him suggesting her return to the capital without any hesitation made her feel especially uncomfortable.
"How are things with your colleagues?" He Teng didn’t bring up resigning again but continued to inquire about her work.
"The colleagues are really nice." He Zhilan wasn’t lying about this; everyone at the school was a teacher, there was no competition, so everyone took good care of her, the new teacher, and would explain anything she didn’t understand. No one kept petty matters to themselves.
"That’s good then," He Teng replied briefly, glanced at He Zhilan who seemed to be sulking, and then nonchalantly shifted his gaze away and quietly continued eating his meal.
In reality, He Zhilan was only upset for a few seconds and then didn’t think much about it afterward. After all, expecting He Teng to say sweet and soppy things was impossible.
This is what’s called, who told her to fall for a block of wood?
"Oh right!" Glancing at He Teng, He Zhilan suddenly put her chopsticks down on the table, pointed towards the windowsill, and said, "I always feel like the plants on the windowsill have changed~"
This topic came out of nowhere for He Teng; he paused during his swallowing, nearly choking on his food.
He glanced at He Zhilan, swallowed his rice with difficulty along with some soup, then looked towards the windowsill and asked softly, "What’s changed? They look the same to me."
"They are different, look, they’ve grown taller!" He Zhilan said with an innocent smile, "It’s been a week, how could they not grow taller?"
He Teng didn’t quite know how to describe his feelings at that moment; it was a roller coaster of emotions.
"Ah." After a long while, He Teng responded and then urged He Zhilan to eat quickly and stop talking.
After they ate, He Teng did not stay in the dormitory to rest; he went out directly, and He Zhilan spent the afternoon in the room writing lesson plans.
When He Teng returned in the evening, He Zhilan was leaning on the windowsill wearing an apron, one hand in her apron pocket, the other gently touching a Mimosa plant, humming softly, and continued until she had caused all the Mimosa’s leaves to close.
Turning her head, He Zhilan saw He Teng, who she hadn’t noticed had come up behind her, and was startled. She looked outside at the sun and asked, "How come you came back so early today?"
"The boss said, although Mimosa is interesting, you shouldn’t keep touching it, otherwise it won’t survive," He Teng said seriously to He Zhilan, "Don’t touch it too much; if it dies by next week, don’t cry."