Chapter 107 Teaching: "See? He just can't chat."...

Chapter 107 Teaching: "See? He just can't chat."...

He Qiang frowned slightly, "What's the deadline?"

Before Ye Hantao could answer, Jin Shiyue chuckled, "It's an abbreviation for 'deadline,' you don't even know that?"

"Rush to the deadline is a popular internet slang term." Ye Hantao sat down next to He Qiang, took half a steamed bun from her, and slowly ate the bun while explaining the meaning of rushing to the deadline.

While explaining, Ye Hantao couldn't help but think of one of her roommates.

The other party always stayed up all night to meet deadlines, supposedly because only when pushed to such a desperate situation can their enormous potential be squeezed out.

Ye Hantao rarely makes detailed plans before doing anything, but she absolutely cannot stand doing it at the last minute, because then there will be no time to check.

He Qiang pushed the untouched bowl of egg drop soup to Ye Hantao and asked sternly, "He's in his fifties, and he's still slacking off while working on a mission with you?"

Ye Hantao sighed, "It's because of the circumstances!"

Others: "??"

[Hahahaha, was it because of the circumstances that he fell into a pit and fainted?]

[What the hell is this deadline? Hahaha, I can't stop laughing from here!]

[Ye Hantao using "ddl" here doesn't seem to make any mistake (laughs while covering mouth.jpg)]

[Just got back from Ren Lang's live stream. The doctor finished the examination, and although he didn't say it explicitly, it was clear he was faking illness.]

Ren Lang seemed quite resistant to cleaning the sheep pen, but after the director spoke to him for a few moments, he immediately started cleaning it.

[Huh?! The director has this ability?! A natural-born teacher's physique?]

When Director Wan saw this comment, a smile appeared on his lips. Tao Tao's tricks really worked.

After being told that he wouldn't be included in the new group if he didn't clean the sheep pen, Ren Lang reluctantly entered the sheep pen.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang.

When Director Wan discovered that the caller was the secretary of the major investor, Guang Sheng Group, he immediately sat up straight.

He coughed and answered the phone.

"Yes, the guests were also divided into groups when doing tasks at school. We treated everyone equally in the grouping process, and the groups were drawn by lot."

"...Ren Lang is already cleaning the sheepfold."

After hanging up the phone, Director Wan thought for a moment, then turned to his employees and instructed them: "Change the rules for grouping students for teaching; divide them into three groups."

"Three groups? Ten people."

"Are you stupid? Who said groups have to have the same number of people?"

After Director Wan finished speaking, he looked back at Ye Hantao on the screen, a sense of doubt rising in his heart.

Even if major investors treat everyone equally, they wouldn't need to make a special phone call just to form groups, would they?

Could it be that Ye Hantao's family has connections within the Guangsheng Group?

A gasp drew Director Wan's attention to the other screen, whereupon he stared in disbelief.

Ren Lang is faking illness again!

He swayed and tripped hard on the shovel that had been thrown down.

"..." Director Wan couldn't help but ask those around him to confirm, "Did Dr. Qian from the medical team really say that Ren Lang is healthy?"

Those around: "..."

[Rebound +1]

An electronic voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Ye Hantao put down the empty bowl in her hand, completely puzzled. Why did it bounce back again?

Chen Xiaofeng noticed that Ye Hantao had finished the half-eaten steamed bun that He Qiang had given her, and subconsciously asked, "Taotao, with your golden tongue, didn't you—" taste the fermented sourness?

Before he could finish speaking, the stool he was sitting on was suddenly kicked.

Chen Xiaofeng was so startled he almost spilled the soup in his bowl.

An impatient warning came from behind, "Stop talking nonsense and eat!"

After Chen Xiaofeng shut up and ate his steamed bun, Jin Shiyue looked at Ye Hantao, who was learning how to pick up eggs from Aunt Hua.

After a few seconds, she looked at He Qiang again.

During my school years, the school required students to bring their own lunches, and some students in the class would always be looking around to see what others had brought.

Her lunchbox always contained rice with fermented bean curd, or steamed buns with pickled vegetables.

In the class, only He Qiang would coldly serve food to her every day.

Actually, Jin Shiyue quite liked these strongly flavored pickles, but she stopped liking them after they became associated with her family's poverty.

Jin Shiyue took a big bite of the steamed bun; it had a slightly fermented sour taste, but it was very soft.

She had never eaten such steamed buns since leaving her hometown.

"Sister Shiyue, don't just eat steamed buns." Ye Hantao came over after picking up the eggs. "This soup is also delicious, made with authentic free-range eggs."

Jin Shiyue took a sip of egg drop soup.

The presentation was so-so, and the taste was rather bland, but at least the eggs weren't fishy.

Ye Hantao continued her recommendation, "The pickled radishes on this table are crunchy and salty, and they go especially well with steamed buns!"

Jin Shiyue picked up a piece of pickled radish with her chopsticks, and the others at the table, following Ye Hantao's recommendation, also broke off half of their steamed buns to pick up shredded radish.

Su Yi'ang chewed it carefully.

Well, it's not that it's bad, it's at least better than eating plain steamed buns, but it just can't compare to the dishes that Tao Tao praised as delicious in previous episodes.

Chen Xiaofeng ate three large steamed buns following this combination.

With the salted radish shreds neutralizing the sourness, he could no longer taste the slight sourness from the fermentation in the steamed bun.

The guests in the courtyard were enjoying their meal immensely, while the audience watched with drooling mouths.

[Slurp, I suddenly crave a big white steamed bun with pickled vegetables.]

[While Ye Hantao was eating them, I had already steamed a pot of frozen buns and opened a bottle of pickled mustard greens, hehe.]

But if the egg in the soup is all mushy, it won't taste very good, right?

[And the steamed buns—even Flash could taste the over-fermented flavor, so Ye Hantao couldn't possibly have missed it.]

[Why did she say it was especially delicious when Aunt Hua asked her how it tasted?]

[Disease progression: 5%]

Ye Hantao blinked. Where did this feedback on her character come from?

First, there was a sudden, inexplicable rebound, then the progression of the illness—it was all very strange.

Outside the live broadcast room, Ye Weizheng and Zhou Ti, who had been staring intently at the screen ever since their secretary finished making the call, looked at each other with barely concealed surprise.

"Tao Tao isn't having an attack!"

"yes!"

"Could it be that Director Wan didn't connect it to Tao Tao?"

"He's so stupid."

Here, Ye Hantao and her group boarded the bus to the school.

A few minutes later, Ren Lang arrived late, looking gloomy.

As soon as he got on the bus, he noticed that other people were looking at their phones and then at him.

Ren Lang almost fainted again.

The video of him falling into the ditch must have been widely circulated online!

Turning their gazes, Ren Lang and Ye Hantao met.

Under his gaze, Ye Hantao's almond-shaped eyes curved slightly.

Ren Lang suddenly remembered what Ye Hantao had said not long ago.

"This is a tragic fate, you'll regret it."

"..."

impossible.

Even if he wasn't in the same group as Ye Hantao, he still couldn't avoid bad luck due to the -3 luck factor.

The sun shines brightly.

The driver drove the bus out of the village.

Ye Hantao looked out the window at the fields and forests, which were covered with jujube and walnut trees.

She had a handful of red dates that Aunt Hua had given her in her pocket; they were drying in the yard at home, and they were very big and sweet.

The jujube harvest is almost here this year.

The jujube trees in the school were bent over by the weight of the bunches of jujubes, and in the sunlight, the skin of the jujubes turned from green to red.

Ye Hantao turned her gaze away from the jujube tree and followed the school principal toward the teaching building.

"These two buildings are for elementary and middle school students, respectively," the school principal sighed heavily. "There's not much we can do about the low student population."

They arrived during class, and Ye Hantao heard the sound of reading aloud coming from the classroom.

After listening to a few lines, I realized it was from "The Peach Blossom Spring".

The group stopped at the back door of the classroom and watched through the glass in the door as the students were led by the teacher to recite.

The person in charge said, "The backpacks, notebooks, and ballpoint pens used by the students were all donated by our program team, as well as a large number of extracurricular tutoring books."

A short while later, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Ye Hantao saw the students entering the activity room; they were eighth graders, a total of fifteen.

We've already divided into three groups here.

Ye Hantao, Ren Lang, Cheng Zhao (Group A); Chen Xiaofeng, Jin Shiyue, Su Yiang (Group B); Yuan Kai, He Qiang, Wu Xia, Gu Fanghao (Group C).

Ye Hantao stepped forward and distributed three sets of information cards to the students, smiling as she said, "This is the content of our lesson today. Students can choose according to their interests."

The camera focused on three sets of information cards, with each guest followed by the content they had decided to teach.

On the information card, Cheng Zhao filled in basketball, He Qiang filled in drawing, Jin Shiyue, Chen Xiaofeng and Wu Xia filled in English, Ren Lang filled in French, and Yuan Kai filled in acting.

Gu Fanghao watched as her classmates gathered together to study the contents of the information cards, her heart pounding in her throat.

She couldn't think of what she could teach, and worried that her poor grades in school might mislead her students.

Tao Tao reminded them that they could only spend one hour with the students.

Tao Tao said that even if she were a famous scientist, it would be difficult to teach students to get perfect scores in science in just one hour.

Upon hearing this, Gu Fanghao filled in the skill she was most confident in.

[Huh? Gu Fanghao filled in the blank with "tying hair"? Huh? Does this even need to be taught?]

I thought Cheng Zhao would fill in "photography and videography," but he filled in "basketball" instead.

[Isn't this ridiculous? These students might not even have cameras at home. What's the point of teaching them?]

[If you really teach them how to take photos, they might still be too timid to touch the camera (sigh.jpg)]

It's normal for people to fill in English, but Ren Lang filling in French... I think that's pretentious.

Wait, why did Ye Hantao fill in two? Math and Chatting?

[Chatting is even more outrageous than tying hair; does this even need to be taught? There aren't any special cases among the students.]

When the four students who chose Group A came over, the little girl in the lead asked curiously, "How do you teach conversation? Like the speech the teacher mentioned?"

Of the fifteen students, four chose Group A, six chose Group B, and five chose Group C.

Of these four people, one only wanted to learn how to chat, while the other three wanted to learn basketball, chatting, and math.

Ren Lang was not chosen by any of the students, and his face was somber, making him feel very embarrassed.

Ye Hantao smiled at her, "This chat is just a side thing. Once you've finished and understood the two math problems I left you, then we can chat."

Cheng Zhao added, "After you've finished chatting, I'll take you guys to play basketball."

Upon hearing this, Ye Hantao looked at Ren Lang and asked, "Why don't you translate the math problems into French for the students?"

Although she disliked Ren Lang, she felt that it wouldn't hurt to let the students hear other languages.

The students didn't choose French, most likely because they had never been exposed to it before and were feeling intimidated.

Upon hearing Ye Hantao's suggestion, a hint of anticipation rose in the eyes of several students.

However, when they met Ren Lang's cold face, they were somewhat at a loss.

Ren Lang was furious and made him act as a translator for these poor students?

Ye Hantao was clearly mocking and insulting him!

Ren Lang swept his critical and disdainful gaze over the four students in front of him.

His school uniform hadn't been washed in ages, and he looked timid and hesitant. The system's assessment of his future fortune was also gloomy.

Is such a person worth wasting his time on?

In an instant, the humiliation of repeatedly embarrassing himself in the sheepfold transformed into anger that consumed his reason.

Ren Lang immediately blurted out without thinking, "Forget it, they won't have a chance to use it even if they learn it."

Ye Hantao glanced at him, then turned to the students and gave them an example: "See? He just can't chat."

Students: 0v0

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Author's Note: Cheng Zhao: [Starry eyes][Starry eyes][Starry eyes]