Chapter 69: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 69 — Each Has Their Own Thoughts

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

After finishing the meal, Zhong Yi's mood remained immersed in the warmth of gathering with students and parents. Carrying this sense of satisfaction, he returned to the Wukong Education office, his mind still on tomorrow's semi-finals, thinking he would have a few students practice some more problems to cheer them on.

But when they returned to the office, they were startled by the scene before them. The place was already packed tight, crammed with parents who had come to inquire about the situation, their faces full of curiosity and anticipation, chattering away about their children's scores.

There were also quite a few people holding up mobile phones livestreaming, excitedly introducing the scene to the camera as if witnessing a major historical moment.

Seeing this extraordinarily lively scene, Zhong Yi shook his head helplessly and sighed lightly, "How can anyone study like this."

He turned to look at Zhang Wanqing; the two met eyes, each seeing the helplessness in the other's gaze.

After a discussion, Zhong Yi decided to bring the four students to his own residence.

Although his place was a bit small, seating four or five people in the living room was still fine.

Zhong Yi didn't assign too many problems either; he knew well that the kids were already very tired today and needed proper rest.

He carefully selected ten problems, and after the students finished them, he sent them home.

During the students' problem-solving, Zhong Yi softly advised, "Kids, tomorrow is the semi-finals. Rest well tonight, don't do any more problems. Remember, maintaining a good condition is more important than anything. Tomorrow morning have your parents send you here again, and we'll work hard together." The students nodded obediently, their eyes flashing with determined light.

After seeing the students off and returning home, Zhong Yi was just preparing to rest a bit when he saw Zhang Wanqing, Liu Na, and two Wukong Education sales guys already downstairs at his building.

They held the computers for tomorrow's exam, their faces full of fatigue yet also carrying a trace of anticipation.

Seeing them, Zhong Yi hurriedly asked with concern, "Worked to death, huh?"

All four of Zhang Wanqing's group wore exhausted faces; Liu Na couldn't help complaining, "Oh my, Teacher Zhong, we really were busy all afternoon. Most were just rubberneckers, not many genuinely wanting to sign up. Since you won't let us recruit students casually, we might as well close up and get off work."

Zhong Yi carried things upstairs with them, laughing as he said, "Having rubberneckers is an advertising effect; you're still not satisfied. As for recruiting students, let's talk after the New Year; this semester is ending soon, there won't be many class days left. But I do plan to start a winter vacation class, still in the planning stages. After tomorrow's exam I'll calculate things properly, try to make some money so everyone can have a good New Year too."

Hearing this, Liu Na and the two sales guys immediately broke into smiles; Liu Na hurriedly asked for specifics, her eyes full of curiosity: "Teacher Zhong, come on, tell us, what's the plan for the winter class?"

Zhong Yi just smiled mysteriously and didn't say more.

After entering Zhong Yi's rental, Zhang Wanqing frowned involuntarily at the cramped space.

She said distressedly, "Zhong Yi, isn't this place a bit small? Although our company is just starting, you can't wrong yourself like this. How about this, I have an empty apartment near the company; I'll get someone to clean it tomorrow, you move over."

Zhong Yi hurriedly waved his hand to decline, explaining, "President Zhang, really no need for the trouble. I've just been too busy this period to go look for a place. Once things settle, I'll find a suitable spot myself."

But Zhang Wanqing insisted he move over, saying, "That apartment was my eighteenth birthday gift; it's been renovated but never lived in. It's empty anyway. You move over; it counts as doing me a favor."

Zhong Yi laughed it off, trying to brush it aside, but Zhang Wanqing's gaze was very firm, as if this matter was already a done deal.

Liu Na persuaded from the side, "Teacher Zhong, President Zhang means well, don't decline. Besides, living more comfortably lets you work better too."

The two sales guys also nodded in agreement. Zhong Yi looked at their expectant eyes, a warm current surging in his heart, yet still somewhat hesitant — does this count as being kept in a golden house?

Zhong Yi slept a good sleep; although the internet stirred some waves because of Wukong Education's few people's scores, most influence was still local.

People elsewhere just watched the excitement; after all, it's only the preliminaries, the road ahead is still long.

After leaving Nan Jianlong's home, Tian Yulan's heart was full of anxiety and unease. She urgently wanted to find a better path for her son Yan Ziyou, so she went straight to Song Jie without stopping.

At this time, Song Jie, after venting, had calmed down somewhat. He had someone tidy the office and was now sitting on the sofa with a dark face, arms crossed, brows tightly locked, sulking.

Seeing Tian Yulan enter the office, he merely lifted his eyelids slightly, still wearing a stiff expression, no reaction at all.

Seeing Song Jie's cold face, Tian Yulan felt a bit scared; she shrank her neck slightly and asked carefully, "Teacher Song, if our Zi You signs up for the Ali Baba Mathematics Competition next year, roughly what ranking could he get?"

Hearing Tian Yulan's words, Song Jie felt like he'd swallowed a dead fly. His face darkened further, brows furrowing as if they could pinch a fly to death, lips pressed tight, not speaking, just staring coldly at Tian Yulan, his eyes seeming to say: "You still have the face to ask me this?"

Seeing Song Jie not speak, Tian Yulan continued, "Teacher Song, look, Zi You usually works pretty hard too; if he prepares well, maybe he can get a good result in the competition."

Song Jie really couldn't listen anymore; he abruptly sat up straight, slapped the sofa armrest hard, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you do the thing I told you to do before?"

Tian Yulan froze at Song Jie's words; her eyes began to dodge, she stammered and couldn't speak.

One look and Song Jie knew Tian Yulan simply hadn't done it; he angrily stood up, paced back and forth in the room, then stopped, pointed at Tian Yulan and said, "Don't think about Ali Baba for now; you'd better seize the Hanlin Middle School matter right now. So what if you test into Ali Baba? So many take it every year, I haven't seen many get into top schools. Besides, it's just a preliminary; you hurry up and handle what I arranged, your benefits won't be less."

Tian Yulan hesitated, "The thing you arranged isn't easy to handle; after all, empty words carry no proof, I can't just fool people."

Song Jie frowned in thought for a moment, stroked his chin, then said to Tian Yulan, "Tomorrow I'll arrange a dinner; you find two fairly capable parents to come with you, just two, no more."

Tian Yulan happily agreed immediately, a trace of joy on her face, nodding repeatedly, "Okay, Teacher Song, I'll definitely find two reliable parents. Rest assured, this time I'll definitely handle it well."

Song Jie glanced at Tian Yulan, nodded slightly, and said, "Hope you don't disappoint me again this time."