Chapter 407

Teacher Yuan Yuan felt even more relieved.

Looking back now, if they hadn't arrived in time, who knows what mess would have happened.

Just thinking of a innocent, lovely child falling into the hands of child traffickers sent a shiver of fear through Yuan Yuan.

Glancing at Su Meng, Teacher Yuan Yuan finally couldn't hold back and spoke up.

"Teacher Su, thank you so much today."

"If you hadn't insisted on coming along, I'm afraid I could never have handled it alone."

"I'm sorry for my attitude towards you this morning..."

"Teacher Su, you are a good person!"

A good person?

Su Meng's body stiffened; what was this? A "good person card"?

But he understood what Teacher Yuan Yuan meant, so he shook his head and said.

"What good person or not? Facing such a situation, wouldn't anyone lend a hand?"

"Besides, there are cameras here; if I just sat by and did nothing, my reputation would collapse~~"

"To put it plainly, I'm just an ordinary person."

"On the contrary, Teacher Yuan Yuan and you, rooted deep in the mountains, willing to endure poverty for your ideals, you are the ones truly worthy of admiration!"

These were his sincere words.

He himself might not be able to do these things, but for people like this, he truly admires them.

In the live stream, countless thumbs-up emojis flew out.

Teacher Yuan Yuan sighed and shook her head, saying.

"I also come from the mountains; my family was very poor when I was young."

"If it weren't for the help of a teacher, I would never have had the chance to leave the mountains."

"Back then, he ate only the simplest meals, saving every penny just to help as many children as possible."

"Unfortunately, before I could repay him, he passed away forever due to long-term overwork and malnutrition..."

"So after graduation, I immediately applied to become a rural volunteer teacher."

"He was my idol; I also want to become a person like him."

Teacher Yuan Yuan fell silent.

Su Meng also fell silent.

The entire live stream fell silent.

Countless people felt a sudden touch in their hearts at that moment.

After a long silence, Su Meng suddenly asked.

"Teacher Yuan Yuan, what subject do you teach?"

Yuan Yuan was stunned and said instinctively.

"There are many students and few teachers in the school; every teacher covers several subjects, but I teach Chinese relatively more."

"That's perfect." Su Meng nodded and said slowly.

"I just suddenly had an inspiration and thought of a story."

"Teacher Yuan Yuan, will you help me grade an essay?"

Huh? Yuan Yuan was stunned, then burst out laughing.

"Teacher Su, you aren't going to say something like 'the sea is all water' again, are you?"

"This is the mountains; where did you get this inspiration from?"

In the live stream, all the netizens were also amused yet helpless.

We said the atmosphere has already been built up to this point, and we were just about to get emotional.

What's with this sudden little essay of yours?

Su Meng shook his head, walked down the mountain path with his head down, and a low voice sounded.

"He knew the last lesson had to be taught early."

Huh? Everyone in the live stream was stunned.

What does this mean? Isn't he just trolling?

Teacher Yuan Yuan was even more stunned.

The last lesson? Is it about a teacher?

She suddenly had a bad premonition.

Su Meng's voice continued to sound.

"Another wave of sharp pain surged from his liver, nearly making him faint. He no longer had the strength to get out of bed, so he painfully moved closer to the window beside the bed. Moonlight reflected on the window paper, silver and bright, making the small window look like a door leading to another world; everything in that world must have been silver and bright, like a diorama made of silver and snow that doesn't freeze people. He trembled as he raised his head and looked out through a hole in the window paper; the illusion vanished instantly, and he saw the village where he had spent his life in the distance."

God-tier acting skills also include top-tier line delivery skills.

In the low voice, a scene slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes.

Su Meng's voice continued.

"The village lay quietly under the moonlight, as if no one had lived there for a hundred years. Those flat-roofed houses unique to the Loess Plateau were no different in shape from the Loess mounds surrounding the village; under the moonlit night, their colors were the same too, making the whole village seem to have melted into this Loess slope..."

As he spoke, everyone felt as if they were there, entering that poor and backward small mountain village.

"In this simple rural primary school, they stayed for a whole semester. When the children arrived, besides bringing their own bedding, each carried a bag of rice or flour; more than ten children cooked and ate together at the large stove in the school..."

Teacher Yuan Yuan's eyes suddenly turned red.

She thought of her childhood; weren't children in the mountains just like this?

As Su Meng spoke, the eyes of many turned red.

They saw how much a rural teacher had sacrificed for the children in a poor, backward, and ignorant mountain village.

He sacrificed his youth, his energy, his salary, and...

"He picked up a carrying pole and fought them to the death, only to have two of his ribs broken by them. Kind-hearted people carried him over thirty-plus li of mountain path to the town hospital. It was during that injury examination that it was accidentally discovered he had esophageal cancer..."

Esophageal cancer?

Everyone's hearts sank, and a sense of ominous foreboding arose.

As expected, the rural teacher had no money.

All of his salary had been spent on the children.

He paid their tuition and miscellaneous fees; when he saw there was little oil in the cooking pot, he used his wages to buy meat and lard to bring back...

He had no money left to treat his illness.

Everyone's eyes turned red; they seemed to see the teacher's ending.

No money, so there was only... death?

No! Such a good teacher should not have such an ending!

This is a story; Su Meng will surely give him a good ending, right?!

Su Meng's voice continued, and the story continued.

"He stood up and continued walking. Not far on, he turned into a bookstore. The city was good; there were bookstores open at night. Except for the fare for his return trip, he spent all the money on his person to buy books, to stock the small library in his rural primary school. At midnight, carrying those two heavy bundles of books, he boarded the train home..."

But just at that moment, Su Meng's voice suddenly stopped abruptly.

"Teacher Yuan Yuan, let's stop here for now; we've arrived!"

Arrived? Only then did everyone realize in astonishment that they had returned to the school!

But... why the hell aren't you continuing the story!

What comes next? What happened next? Did he die?

Damn it! I finally understand what that phrase means.

One day when I hold a blade in my hand, I will slaughter every cliff-hanging dog in the world!

Teacher Yuan Yuan of the Lengleyi Society paused for a moment, then suddenly asked.

"Teacher Su, what is the name of this story?"

Su Meng raised his head, looking at the stars faintly visible in the sky; a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"This story is called—'The Rural Teacher'!"