11: Chapter 11 Treat President Gu Well
11 -11 Treat President Gu Well
“Do you know each other?” the principal asked with some surprise, followed by delight, knowing each other is good, it’s good.
Helplessly, Mo Ran lifted his head and reached out his hand, “Mr.
Gu, welcome to our school for the inspection.”
The man glanced at her delicate white palm, the corner of his mouth slightly curving, as he extended his clean, slender hand to grasp her smaller one, “I really didn’t expect that Miss Mo is a teacher at this middle school.
Life really is full of unexpected encounters.”
His grip on her hand was neither tight nor loose, yet it threw her into some panic.
She quickly withdrew her hand and mustered a smile as a response to his remark.
“Principal, I would like to take a tour of your school, you wouldn’t mind having Miss Mo guide me, would you?”
“Of course not!” The principal’s eyes, big as beans, were shifting ambiguously between the two of them.
“Miss Mo, you don’t need to teach today.
Gu around the school.
Make sure you take good care of Mr.
Gu.” The last sentence, the principal said somewhat gravely.
Smiling, Mo Ran nodded, “Of course, principal.”
She didn’t particularly dislike Gu Yixuan; she was a person who distinguished between public and private matters, so she dutifully showed him around the middle school.
Gu, that is our school’s teaching building.
We have a total of two teaching buildings, with twenty-one thousand and thirty-seven students and teachers.
Our school has a junior section, but mainly focuses on high school…”
“Miss Mo, may I ask what that building is?” Gu Yixuan interrupted her.
“That’s our school’s cafeteria.”
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“The comprehensive building, which contains the laboratories, the library, the music room, and the dance studio.”
“Is your school’s dance teacher just you?” The man looked at her.
Our school prioritizes academics, and only students participating in activities and competitions practice dance.”
Gu Yixuan nodded in understanding; he was still staring at her, his features growing more charming in the golden sunlight, “Mo Ran, how much do you earn per month?”
Mo Ran was momentarily startled, somewhat surprised that his way of addressing her changed from ‘Miss Mo’ to ‘Mo Ran.’
“A basic salary of one thousand eight hundred, with a subsidy of two hundred.
Class fees are collected based on the number of class hours taught, amounting to seven or eight hundred a month.”
“So you mean to say, you can only earn up to three thousand a month at most, right?”
Mo Ran nodded calmly, not feeling inferior in front of him.