People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 183 The Difference Between Biological and Non-Biological Children is Huge

Zhuang Chaoying smiled and nodded. "Go!"

He then carefully pushed the bicycle into the bike shed and locked it securely.

After straightening her clothes, Zhuang Chaoying walked towards a female teacher at the school gate and politely asked...

"Hello, I'm a newly transferred teacher. Could you tell me which floor the principal's office is on?"

The female teacher looked up and replied warmly, "It's in the innermost room on the second floor."

Zhuang Chaoying quickly thanked him and then went upstairs.

Standing in front of the principal's office, Zhuang Chaoying raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Knock knock knock!"

A voice came from inside: "Please come in!"

open the door.

"Hello, Principal. I am a newly transferred teacher. My name is Zhuang Chaoying."

The principal stood up and came forward. "I know you, Teacher Zhuang, you bravely captured the human trafficker! I admire you greatly!"

Zhuang Chaoying waved her hand somewhat embarrassedly: "That was all luck. I just lent a hand."

The two sat in chairs.

"Teacher Zhuang, the Education Bureau will issue the news that you will be transferred to No. 1 Middle School before the New Year. I will take you to the Personnel Department now to settle your salary and food ration records."

With the principal personally leading the way, the efficiency was extremely high, and all the procedures were completed smoothly in less than an hour.

Zhuang Chaoying took out two packs of cigarettes from her bag, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and quickly handed them over: "Principal, I don't smoke. These were a gift from a friend. It would be a waste to leave them with me. I saw you smoking earlier, so I thought I'd give them to you."

The principal was taken aback at first, then waved his hand: "Teacher Zhuang, what do you mean by this? This is not right!"

But at Zhuang Chaoying's insistence, the principal smiled and accepted it. Looking at Teacher Zhuang with glasses, he thought she was still a very old-fashioned person, but he didn't expect her to be so clever and worldly-wise. She was someone he liked. Not bad. He reached out and patted Zhuang on the shoulder.

"Xiao Zhuang, since you don't smoke, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Zhuang Chaoying quickly said, "Principal, you're welcome."

The principal glanced at the expensive cigarettes in his hand and quickly stuffed them into his pocket: "Xiao Zhuang, which grade did you teach at the textile factory's affiliated middle school before? Do you have any plans for the future?"

Zhuang Chaoying didn't beat around the bush: "Principal, I want to teach first-year high school math."

After a moment's thought, the principal realized there was a vacancy available and readily agreed, "Sure!"

With the principal's help, Zhuang Chaoying's work quickly got on track, and she took charge of teaching mathematics to two classes.

He walked into the new classroom, textbooks tucked under his arm.

In the classroom, the students were whispering to each other, but they all quieted down when they saw the new teacher enter.

Zhuang Chaoying picked up the chalk and wrote her name, Zhuang Chaoying, firmly on the blackboard.

Then he turned around, looking at the students with gentle eyes: "Hello, students. Starting this semester, I will be your math teacher. You've just entered high school, and your studies haven't quite reached a tense state yet, so you need to adjust gradually. Now, let's officially begin our lessons!" Then, he began his lecture in earnest…

"Ring ring ring!" The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Zhuang Chaoying slammed the textbook shut: "get out of class dismissed!"

"goodbye teacher!"

High school students leave a little later than junior high students, so Xiaoting and Lin Dongzhe went home first.

Zhuang Chaoying rode her bicycle to the familiar braised food stall, selected two braised dishes that A-Ling liked, and rode home.

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Grandpa Li sat at the entrance of the convenience store, squinting. When he saw Zhuang Chaoying walking over, he greeted her, "Teacher Zhuang, you're off work now? You've been transferred to the prestigious No. 1 Middle School!"

Zhuang Chaoying nodded in response: "Grandpa Li, have you eaten?"

Grandpa Li patted his slightly protruding belly: "Time to eat!"

In a house not far away, Zhang Amei was in her cramped kitchen, the hot oil in the pot sizzling and emitting wisps of smoke.

"Old Wu, come help me!"

Pour the beaten egg mixture into the pan, and the egg mixture will instantly expand and solidify under the heat of the oil.

While frying the eggs, Zhang Amei said to him, "Xiaomin is going to do an internship at the textile factory this year. Huang Ling is the group leader in the workshop, which is a cadre position. With her helping to look after things at the factory, I feel at ease. Come with me after we finish eating."

Wu Jianguo reluctantly walked into the kitchen, muttering, "Fine, let's eat first."

"Bring this in."

Wu Jianguo pursed his lips, watching Zhang Amei rummage through the cupboard and pull out two cans of food. He couldn't help but ask, "Weren't those two baskets of eggs already? Why are you taking out cans?"

Zhang Amei turned her head and glared at him fiercely: "Didn't you hear what Song Ying said? When asking for favors, all you have to give is eggs. What are you thinking?!"

After saying that, she held the can in her hand and shoved Wu Jianguo aside with her shoulder: "Let's go!"

Zhang Amei and Wu Jianguo arrived at Huang Ling and Song Ying's house carrying two small baskets of eggs and two cans of food in Zhang Amei's hand.

Zhang Amei stood at the door and called out, "Sister Ling, Song Ying!"

Huang Ling and Song Ying came out of their room upon hearing the noise and were somewhat surprised to see them.

Song Ying greeted them warmly: "Sister, Lao Wu? Come in to my house, the kids are doing their homework at Sister Ling's house."

Upon entering the room, Zhang Amei awkwardly handed over the eggs and canned food in her hands, rubbing her hands nervously. She earnestly said, "Sister Ling, Song Ying, Xiaomin will be doing her internship at the factory soon. When she's assigned there, she'll inevitably be assigned to one of your workshops. Please help look after your child."

Song Ying quickly waved her hand: "Sister, take your things back. If Xiaomin is assigned to our workshop, I will definitely help take care of her. Don't worry, we are all kids from the same alley."

Huang Ling chimed in, "Yes, sister! I'll help look after things if you're assigned to Workshop One."

Zhang Amei quickly bowed to the two women: "Thank you, Sister Ling, Song Ying. Please keep the food. I won't keep you from resting any longer. Old Wu, let's go back!"

After Zhang Amei and Wu Jianguo left, Song Ying looked at the things on the table and frowned: "Sister Ling, I just can't stand it!"

Huang Ling sighed: "A stepmother is a stepmother. She only protects her own children. She would beg and plead for Xiao Min's internship. Old Wu didn't agree to let Shan Shan go to high school so as not to upset Zhang Amei. That's just how it is. It's different when someone isn't your own child."

Song Ying pouted and chimed in, "The difference is huge! Aren't they afraid of people gossiping behind their backs?"

When Zhang Amei returned home, she gently pushed open the door to Xiaomin's room and looked at Xiaomin sitting at her desk, lost in thought.

She knew in her heart that Xiaomin didn't want to go to a textile technical school, but as Xiaomin's mother, she felt that she had to plan for Xiaomin's future, and this was already the best she could do for Xiaomin.

Xiaomin will thank herself later.

In her view, her current act of bowing down and begging for help is all for Xiaomin's sake so that she can have a stable future. Even if people gossip about her, she is willing to do it, as long as it benefits Xiaomin.

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Huang Ling was carrying eggs and canned goods that Zhang Amei had given her.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhuang Chaoying was sitting at the table preparing his lessons. He looked up and saw what Huang Ling was holding: "Ah Ling, what's this?"

She placed the items on the table. "These were delivered by Zhang Amei. She said Xiaomin is starting her internship and asked Song Ying and me to help take care of her."

Zhuang Chaoying put down her pen and nodded slightly: "Oh, Zhang Amei really cares about Xiaomin's matter."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling raised her voice: "That's right, I get angry whenever this is mentioned. How can she treat the children so differently? For Xiaomin, she gave her gifts and begged people in a low voice, but Shanshan, she can't even go to high school. Old Wu doesn't want to offend Amei, so he just lets her have her way."

Zhuang Chaoying stood up, walked to Huang Ling's side, and gently patted her back: "Alright, it's their business whether you're angry or not. Even Lao Wu doesn't care, so your anger won't help."