Chapter 4: Quick Transmigration: Film and Television Multiverse Chapter 4: Start of School

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

School officially began the next day, Zhong Yi walked into the office with steady steps, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Zhang Xue'er.

Their gazes instantly met, Zhang Xue'er as if scalded, hurriedly avoided Zhong Yi's gaze, a flicker of panic and desolation passing through her eyes.

Zhong Yi slightly furrowed his brow, but didn't care at all, only thinking in his heart that as long as Zhang Xue'er didn't affect him completing the system task, it was fine.

Zhong Yi walked to his own office desk as if nothing had happened, sat down, and began organizing his teaching materials, as if Zhang Xue'er didn't exist.

Because Zhong Yi was only a subject teacher, he basically had nothing to do.

He casually flipped through the student rosters of the two classes, just like the original plot, Yan Ziyou, Xia Huanhuan, and Mi Tao, who transferred in this semester, were all in Class One. Seeing Mi Tao's name, Zhong Yi's heart relaxed slightly; as long as Mi Tao was there, his task had a great hope of being completed.

He put down the roster, leaned back against the chair, and thought about the upcoming teaching plan.

But at this time, Zhang Xue'er's side had much more to do. She had to clean the classroom, arrange seats for the students, distribute textbooks, set up the parent group, and a series of other tasks.

Originally, these things were always helped by Zhong Yi in previous years, but this year Zhang Xue'er wanted to prove her ability, and was also too embarrassed to ask Zhong Yi for help, not to mention the two had just broken up.

Zhang Xue'er didn't ask Zhong Yi for help, so Zhong Yi naturally wouldn't go up to offer himself.

Zhang Xue'er busily shuttled through the classroom, cleaning for a while, then busy arranging desks and chairs for a while.

She felt a bitterness in her heart; in previous years when Zhong Yi was there, these things were much easier. But now, she could only bear it all by herself.

Today Zhang Xue'er seemed a bit flustered, and this gave others an opportunity to take advantage. Song Jie, the Class Teacher of Grade 5 Class 2, entered the school in the same year as Zhang Xue'er, and had long had feelings for Zhang Xue'er, but Zhang Xue'er had always been with Zhong Yi, so he had no chance.

But Song Jie always felt that a poor country bumpkin like Zhong Yi was not worthy of his goddess, so he had always found Zhong Yi displeasing to the eye.

Yesterday in the conference room, hearing Zhong Yi say he and Zhang Xue'er had broken up, Song Jie immediately felt the opportunity had come.

Today seeing Zhang Xue'er busy alone in Class One, Song Jie put down the work of Class Two and went over to help.

Zhang Xue'er saw him and hurriedly said: "Teacher Song, you still have a pile of things over there; I can handle my side."

Song Jie smiled and said: "It's nothing, I can finish my side quickly. You're a female teacher, it's not easy; how come I didn't see Teacher Zhong come to help?" Song Jie still wanted to confirm.

Zhang Xue'er paused in her hand movements and said desolately: "We've already broken up."

Song Jie heard this and felt a surge of secret delight, his mouth almost splitting to the roots of his ears.

He continued: "Even if you've broken up, you can't not come to help; it's all for the students. How can Teacher Zhong not distinguish public from private? Truly too irresponsible."

Zhang Xue'er didn't respond; she didn't want to talk about Zhong Yi at this time.

Just then, some parents from Class Two brought their children and arrived early; Song Jie hurried over to greet them, warmly saying hello to all the parents.

"Hello, parents, welcome to our class. You can rest assured leaving your child with me." Song Jie said with a face full of smiles.

"Teacher Song, please take care of our child." The parent said.

"Of course, of course, rest assured." Song Jie hurriedly answered.

After the parents sent their children, they left.

When it was time to get the textbooks, Song Jie led over ten boys from their class to move them twice; not only did he move Class Two's textbooks over, but he also warmly helped Zhang Xue'er move Class One's textbooks over as well.

Zhang Xue'er looked at Song Jie, sweating profusely, and said somewhat embarrassedly: "Teacher Song, thank you so much."

Song Jie smiled and said: "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Listening to Zhang Xue'er's thanks, Song Jie felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey in his heart. He secretly thought: "This is a good opportunity; I must seize it well."

By the time the class arrangements were basically finished in the morning, it was almost time for school to let out. Because school had just started, the school didn't provide lunch yet, so students had to go home at noon; there wasn't much to do in the afternoon, and formal classes would start tomorrow.

The teachers had been busy all morning and were now somewhat tired.

Song Jie and Zhang Xue'er walked into the office together; along the way, Song Jie kept actively chatting with Zhang Xue'er, inviting her to go out to eat together and such.

"Teacher Zhang, let's have a meal together at noon. You've been busy all morning and must be tired. Just give me some face, otherwise my little heart can't take it." Song Jie said with a face full of smiles, exaggeratedly clutching his chest.

But Zhang Xue'er had always been cold; after all, they had just broken up, and she wasn't in a good mood. "No, Teacher Song, I have no appetite; I want to go back and rest for a while."

Arriving at the office, seeing Zhong Yi wearing headphones and leisurely preparing lessons, Zhang Xue'er's expression was very complex.

Song Jie followed Zhang Xue'er's gaze and also saw Zhong Yi; he immediately felt his opportunity to perform had come, and shouted at Zhong Yi: "Teacher Zhong, other teachers all go to help in the classes; why don't you go?"

But Zhong Yi was wearing headphones and simply didn't hear his questioning.

Song Jie saw that Zhong Yi ignored him, and his anger grew even greater; he walked over and fiercely pushed Zhong Yi's chair once.

Zhong Yi was thinking about the subsequent teaching plan; the teaching skill the system gave him was indeed awesome. Previously he was only a math teacher, but now no matter what course he taught, his level was very high. Even for some courses he wasn't familiar with or didn't know, he learned them especially fast.

After all, only if he learned it himself could he teach others; but he could only learn knowledge that had already been thoroughly researched and formed into a systematic subject to be effective. For unsolved problems in other worlds, he was still like an ordinary person and had nothing groundbreaking. After all, if he could solve any difficult problem, he wouldn't be a study god; he would be a monster.

However, this was enough to make Zhong Yi pleasantly surprised. Zhong Yi not only sighed that this was not just a teaching skill, but also a study god skill; the system treated him well.

Just as Zhong Yi was sighing, he felt his chair being fiercely pushed, giving him a fright. He stood up and turned around to see Song Jie standing behind him like a big wolfdog, looking as if he had rabies.

Zhong Yi took off his headphones, furrowed his brow, and asked: "What are you doing? Biting people?"

Song Jie saw Zhong Yi take off his Bluetooth headset and also understood that he had previously misunderstood Zhong Yi, but how could he admit his mistake at this time? He could only bite the bullet and say: "I'm asking you why you don't go help Teacher Zhang."

Zhong Yi heard this and furrowed his brow, saying: "You really are the emperor not anxious while the eunuch is anxious. Teacher Zhang didn't ask me to help; why are you anxious? If Teacher Zhang feels she can't handle being the class teacher, I can substitute for her, including you, the Class Two class teacher, if you feel your ability is lacking, I can substitute for you too."

Song Jie was left speechless by Zhong Yi: "You!"

Just then, the school bell rang. Zhong Yi no longer paid attention to this mad dog, packed his things, and went out. The other teachers in the office, seeing there was no more excitement to watch, also left one after another.

Song Jie stood there, his face red with anger. He originally wanted to stand out, but instead ended up losing face, especially in front of his goddess. This made him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Truly, trying to steal a chicken only to lose the grain used as bait.

Zhang Xue'er saw that when Zhong Yi left, he didn't even glance at her, and she felt annoyed in her heart. She said to Song Jie: "Teacher Song, weren't you inviting me to dinner? When are we leaving?"

Song Jie heard this and was overjoyed; the embarrassment from just now vanished completely. "Let's go now, Teacher Zhang. I know a restaurant that's especially delicious. I guarantee you'll eat happily and forget all your worries. Hehe, who knows, while eating, you might discover I'm much better than that so-and-so."

Zhang Xue'er nodded and walked out of the office with Song Jie.

She didn't know why she agreed to Song Jie's invitation; maybe she wanted to anger Zhong Yi, or maybe she wanted to temporarily forget her worries.

Song Jie's family was local; although their family conditions were average.

But his mother always spoiled him; just recently she even took out a loan to buy him a brand-new Mercedes-Benz C200L.

Song Jie was incredibly proud, waiting all day for a chance to show off in front of others. And now, the opportunity had finally come.

With a face full of smiles, he attentively opened the car door for Zhang Xue'er, even deliberately striking a gentlemanly pose, and said, "Teacher Zhang, please get in. This is a luxury car, guaranteed to let you sit in comfort."

Zhang Xue'er frowned slightly; in her heart she actually didn't want to get in this car, but it wasn't good to refuse directly, so after a moment's hesitation she still got in.

Only then did Song Jie scurry off to the driver's seat, humming a little tune as he walked, feeling incredibly handsome at this moment.

Just as he was about to start the car, he happened to see Zhong Yi drive past the front of their car.

Song Jie froze, his eyes bulging like copper bells, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg. "Hey, how did this kid also buy a car?" he muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.

Zhang Xue'er also saw Zhong Yi, and likewise frowned, unaware of what she was thinking.

Song Jie stepped on the gas and drove away from the School.

But in his heart he kept puzzling over how Zhong Yi also had a car; this really surprised him a bit.

While driving he thought, later he must show off his driving skills in front of Zhang Xue'er and outdo Zhong Yi.

"Teacher Zhang, look, my driving skills aren't bad, right?" Song Jie said proudly.

Zhang Xue'er glanced at him indifferently and said, "Drive properly, pay attention to safety."

Song Jie was a bit embarrassed but continued, "Teacher Zhang, rest assured, my skills are great. Unlike some people who just bought a car, they're definitely all flustered and careless." As he spoke, he deliberately glanced toward the direction Zhong Yi's car had left.

Zhang Xue'er sighed softly and said, "Teacher Song, can you stop bringing up other people? Focus on driving your car."

Song Jie hurriedly nodded and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. Teacher Zhang, what are we going to eat later? I know a restaurant that's especially delicious, guaranteed to satisfy you."

Zhang Xue'er had no mood to discuss what to eat, merely replying casually, "Whatever."

Song Jie was a little disappointed but still rallied his spirits, continuing to think of how to please Zhang Xue'er. Meanwhile Zhang Xue'er gazed out the Window, unaware of what she was thinking in her heart.