Chapter 147: Students From Finance University Affiliated High School Arrive
Under the double affirmation of the homeroom teacher and principal, who were even less averse to trouble, Class Eight’s maid restaurant was officially renamed Maid Butlers and Male and Female Servants’ Small Eatery. When Class President Lu Daiqing opened this document during the class meeting, Xiang Chuan couldn’t hold back and spat out a mouthful of fruit milk. Fortunately, she had quite a bit of experience handling such blunders from before. She quickly turned her face downward, sparing the person in the seat directly in front of her. The bad news was she had to immediately contact Little Star No. 2 to bring her a pair of spare pants from the dormitory.
The other classmates weren’t much better off. Some girls’ eyes lit up as they looked at the suit tailcoat butler outfits sent by the class president. Some boys had veins bulging on their foreheads as they looked at the ultra-short skirt maid outfits distributed by the vice class president. This time, the ones hyping up the ultra-short skirt maid outfits brought by Chou Manman were the vast majority of the female comrades.
——You guys like this a lot, right! Put it on and let us see!
Nancy sat on the podium with her legs crossed, raising an eyebrow at the male comrades who wanted to speak but stopped, stopped but wanted to speak, and at her own childhood friend whose face was growing increasingly grim. She had no intention of stopping the female comrades’ hyping. The boys in the class, fearing they would have to wear this uniform that looked anything but proper no matter how you saw it, used every trick in the book to appease the hyping female comrades and Nancy, who was clearly the leader of the girls’ group.
Even more terrifying was that their supposed leader, Class President Lu Daiqing, was smiling silently on the podium with no intention of intervening. The boys were stunned, the boys panicked, the boys were sweating profusely. The ultra-short skirt maid outfits they had quite liked yesterday now seemed like a flood of fierce beasts they desperately wanted to avoid. But the class president and vice class president held the final decision-making power. The class president clearly wasn’t going to interfere, and Vice Class President Nancy… The boys fell silent. After more than a month together, they had pretty much figured out the temperaments of the girls in the class. Xiang Chuan’s little circle was often a topic of discussion for the boys after meals. The often short-circuiting Xiang Chuan, the aloof top student Ouyang Yating, the naturally cute girl Chou Manman—the girls from the emerging club often caused all sorts of commotions when together. The boys usually relied on Ainuo and Liang Gong for some gossip, but one was too lazy to talk much, and the other seemed soft and weak but was unexpectedly tight-lipped. Nancy was probably the one from outside the emerging club who was closest to them, but ever since they saw Nancy lift the container full of beans that Xiang Chuan had from the ground by fifteen degrees all by herself, the boys instantly fell silent.
Regardless of ancient or modern times, men still need that bit of dignity.
Seeing Nancy, who held the “heavy” power, sitting on the podium enjoying the spectacle, the boys really didn’t know where to start.
They really couldn’t beat her!
This tug-of-war continued until the lunch break bell. Ouyang Yating, who had silently watched the entire scene, followed behind Xiang Chuan preparing to leave the classroom when she expressionlessly turned back to the boys still in the classroom furrowing their brows in deep thought and said:
“School anniversary day is open to the public. Under normal circumstances, the homeroom teacher and principal wouldn’t approve clothes that are indecent.”
Leaving behind the Class Eight boys stunned in place as if reinstalling their brains, Ouyang Yating quickly rushed to Xiang Chuan’s dormitory. Today’s lunch bento was the mapo tofu she had been craving. Xiang Chuan only made tofu once a week to save beans, and even the A Bite of China Club members couldn’t mooch it off her many times.
Soybeans! Mass produce quickly!
Amidst all this chaos, Class Eight Grade One’s school anniversary project draft was finally prepared. Next up was waiting for the arrival of the first-year high school students from the cooperating school—Finance University Affiliated High School.
As the project drafts from each first-year class came out one after another, finally, in mid-April, the students from Demeter University of Finance and Economics Affiliated High School arrived.
During the break after the first morning class, transport ships sailed into the sports field of Demeter University of Agriculture Affiliated High School. The principal had already been waiting there for a long time with Zhu Bingwen and other teachers. After the principal of Finance University Affiliated High School disembarked from the lead transport ship, the ten ships behind also opened their hatches one by one, and young faces stepped out of the transport ships, curiously surveying the campus of Nongda Affiliated High School.
“Sasha, this place is really big.” A short-haired girl looked around at the sports field of Nongda Affiliated High School. “The sports field alone is almost twice as big as ours. As expected of the affiliated high school of the fleet’s number one university.”
“Because it’s a school specializing in agriculture, and if they decide to develop in the Third Fleet, they’ll basically major in agriculture, so it needs a larger land area than a regular high school for the students’ activities.” The light blonde girl walking in front of her smiled slightly, making the boys from the neighboring class who were sneaking peeks mesmerized.
“Then ours in finance is still better. We’re not limited to the Third Fleet.” Talking about this, the short-haired girl became smug. “We’re going to the First Fleet in the future, right, Sasha?”
The light blonde girl called Sasha smiled, her gaze involuntarily turning toward the teaching building.
They had just heard the school broadcast’s class-ending bell when the transport ships arrived. Judging by the time, it should be right after the first period now, right?
I wonder… if he’s in class too?
The news of the Finance University Affiliated High School students arriving at Nongda Affiliated High School didn’t even qualify as news.
Right after class, students in the teaching building, whether at the classroom window side or in the corridor, saw transport ships emblazoned with the Finance University emblem entering the school. According to student union path gossip, this time it was first-year high school students, who were now being arranged at the dormitory building. Second-year high school students would arrive at Nongda Affiliated High School in the afternoon.
Xiang Chuan lay at the window side curiously watching the transport ships below and the students following their own principal toward the dormitory area. This was her first time seeing students unrelated to Nongda since arriving 30,000 years later. The vicinity was almost entirely monopolized by Nongda and its affiliated schools. The northernmost end of the plaza outside the school was the Third Fleet’s largest university by land area, Demeter University of Agriculture. On either side of the plaza were Nongda Affiliated High School and Nongda Affiliated Junior High. If not for the distance from the residential area making it inconvenient for children under twelve to commute, the wealthy Nongda folks would even have contracted the Nongda Affiliated Kindergarten. Thanks to Agricultural University’s professional demands and its outstanding annual technological development results, Third Fleet leadership catered to Agricultural University exceptionally. If not for Education Bureau Director Ma Chuanhua holding them back, Nongda folks would have scoured the Third Fleet for talent in other fields.
——Big brothers and sisters, don’t put all your eggs in one basket!
Director Ma earnestly persuaded the Nongda folks, but they were still resentful about not securing outstanding mentors in other fields for their students. Then inspiration struck: Without those professionals, we can just cultivate them slowly ourselves!
Thus, Nongda Affiliated High School and Nongda Affiliated Junior High came into being.
Not enough teachers? Send the third-year and fourth-year university students from Nongda preparing for internships to practice. Short on club professional mentors? Apply to the Education Bureau! They won’t let us poach university mentors, but they surely won’t block us from junior and senior high teachers, right?
And it worked. After injecting abundant teaching resources into Nongda, the affiliated junior high and high school gradually improved, continuously supplying talent to Nongda, including the non-agriculture professionals Nongda coveted. Some graduates chose to stay at Nongda for further studies. For those with family difficulties but hoping to continue studying, Nongda would arrange for them to become professional course teachers at the affiliated junior high and high school.
——The affiliated junior high and high school are so close to our university. Becoming a professional course teacher lets you make money on the side, and unlike homeroom teachers, they’re not so busy, leaving time to continue studies!
Nongda’s graduates were convinced, packed their luggage, and entered the classrooms and dormitories of the affiliated junior high and high school. Once accomplished, these graduate teachers left the affiliated schools, and with their rich high school teaching experience, a considerable number chose to return to the university as professional lecturers.
The end result was that in less than a decade, Nongda achieved a steady supply of talent across all fields from its affiliated junior high and high school to the university, and self-sufficiency in teacher resources among the three schools.
Universities led by Demeter University of Finance and Economics watched dumbfounded.
We can’t learn it, we really can’t learn it.
The universities crowded in the Third Fleet’s university town looked at the inch-of-land-inch-of-gold land in the university town and shed unwilling tears.
