Wan Chu’er snorted coldly, "Uncle Jiang, at your age, you still behave so inappropriately. Does your leader know about this?"
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Kechu burst into laughter. He was about to say sothing else when the vigilant Chen Ke suddenly signaled him with a gesture.
Jiang Kechu’s face fell, and without changing his tone, he said softly, "Wait obediently for my return. If there’s anything, ask Xiaoxiao and Xiao Shan for help."
Wan Chu’er’s heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "I’ll wait for your return..." But the call was already disconnected.
She didn’t finish saying "to beat you up."
Wan Chu’er stood there holding the phone, stunned. She wanted to call back, but reason told her not to do so. Jiang Kechu was on a mission, and it might not be possible to get through to him anyway.
After a while, she murmured to herself, "Jiang Kechu, you’d better co back to safely!"
He must be in so trouble, or perhaps about to undertake so dangerous mission, she speculated.
In her previous life, she rembered a ti when Jiang Kechu had suddenly called her back, but she had made a fuss with him on the phone.
Later, Jiang Xiaoxiao let sothing slip unintentionally, and only then did she realize that the call Jiang Kechu made was just before he insisted on going into surgery—he had been shot in the chest.
Why this ti?
Jiang Kechu wasn’t the kind of person to act without asure, he must have encountered danger, which would explain why he called her.
After daydreaming for a while, Wan Chu’er finally called Jiang Xiaoxiao. Maybe the Jiang Family knew sothing.
After asking around in a roundabout manner, she didn’t get anything out of Jiang Xiaoxiao, who instead beca suspicious.
Jiang Xiaoxiao teased her, saying, "Since when did you and my brother hit it off?"
Wan Chu’er: "...We didn’t hit it off."
"Don’t play pretend with , are you saying this call wasn’t because of my brother? Hehehe, don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret," Jiang Xiaoxiao said playfully.
Wan Chu’er facepald, sure that Jiang Kechu must have said sothing to Jiang Xiaoxiao, even telling her to take her ti to understand it, one thing to her face and sothing else behind her back!
"I did indeed call because of your brother," Wan Chu’er rolled her eyes, stubbornly insisting, "But only because he owes money. He’s been out of touch for so long, I’m just worried he took the money and ran off."
"Hahaha..." Laughter ca from the other end of the phone, "Chuchu... you’re really too cute."
Wan Chu’er: "..."
She couldn’t continue with that line of conversation and hung up the phone without hesitation.
It seed Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t know about Jiang Kechu being on a mission. In the end, Wan Chu’er set her teeth, thinking Jiang Kechu must have a lot of good fortune; he didn’t run into trouble in the past life, and nothing should happen in this one either!
She picked up what she was writing before but found she couldn’t concentrate, so she threw her things aside, put on her gloves, and started fiercely pumling the punching bag.
As she was sweating profusely and panting, the phone rang again.
Wan Chu’er hurriedly lunged for it, answering without even looking.
"Hello, Jian—" She nearly bit her tongue after saying just one "Jiang."
A puzzled voice ca from the other side: "Wan Chu’er, is that you?"
Huh, why is it the voice of the counselor?
Wan Chu’er took the phone away and saw another unfamiliar number. How did the counselor get her number?
"Hello Counselor, this is Wan Chu’er."
Hearing her breathless yet strong voice on the phone, the counselor asked in surprise, "Wan Chu’er, are you alright?"
Wan Chu’er: "...Teacher, I’m fine. May I ask what it is?"
The counselor let out a sigh of relief, "Don’t be impulsive in your actions, think three tis before you fight."
Wan Chu’er: "...Teacher, I haven’t been fighting."
When did she start giving the counselor the impression that she was a fighter? That wasn’t good at all.
The counselor said a bit sheepishly, "It’s good that you haven’t fought, very good. Anyway, there’s sothing I wanted to inform you about. Sumr vacation is coming, and every year our school organizes students to participate in sumr teaching in the mountains. This year, I’ve signed you up. Co to the school when you have ti in the next two days to fill out a form."
Mountain sumr teaching?
There’s such a thing?
Wan Chu’er was montarily flabbergasted. Why were they choosing her? She had already planned her sumr vacation, intending to go to Wutong County to pay respects at Bai Zhixi and Wan Shiguo’s graves, then spend the rest of the ti programming in Beijing.
If she went to teach in the mountains, wouldn’t that disrupt all her plans?
How long would this last?
No, why would the teacher think of her? There are so many students in the class, and a counselor manages over two hundred students. How did they pick only her out of all those people?
Wan Chu’er sorted out her thoughts quickly, and before the counselor was about to hang up, she quickly called out to her.
"Teacher, may I ask if it’s possible for to not participate in the sumr teaching?"
The counselor paused, and then advised earnestly, "Wan Chu’er, as a college student of the new era, you need to excel academically but also bear responsibility towards society and the country. Do you know how much those mountain children are looking forward to us?"
Wan Chu’er sweated a bit and said, "Teacher, I understand that education in the mountains is behind and needs our support. Can we possibly discuss this? Maybe I can go another ti?"
The counselor firmly refused, "Wan Chu’er, your grades for the first academic year in college have been very good. The departnt is preparing to nominate you as an outstanding college student in Beijing, but you lack so social practice. However, after participating in this sumr teaching, there should be no problem.
So this sumr practice is not only important for you but also for the departnt. If you don’t go, you are letting other departnts take our spot right in front of our eyes, which would be heartbreaking for the departnt leaders."
Wan Chu’er: "..."
Such high stakes? Since when had she beco so important?
Seeing that Wan Chu’er didn’t respond, the counselor added, "If you are selected as an outstanding college student in Beijing, you will definitely get a national scholarship. Do you know how much the national scholarship is? Five thousand yuan! That covers your annual tuition.
The teacher knows you are an orphan and sees how hard you study, which is why I thought of you first for this good opportunity."
With that said, what could Wan Chu’er possibly say?
She tried to make her voice sound excited, "Thank you, teacher, for your care of . I thank the departnt leaders, and I thank the school for cultivating . I will not fail the expectations of the country and the people."
Only then did the counselor hang up contentedly, asking her to co to the school as soon as possible to fill out the form.
After hanging up, Wan Chu’er didn’t snap back to reality for a while; the counselor’s preaching had confused her, and she forgot to ask where to go, when to leave, and how long it would be.
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