Chapter 10: The Fainted Old Teacher

I carefully examined this office; it is quite impressive. The room is square, but the office area is located at the innermost side. Near the door is where we are currently seated, with a corner sofa and a tea machine. The tea cup that was handed over is made of blue and white porcelain, indicating that Director Wang is a person of taste, at the very least, of a certain class. On his desk, there is a computer piled with some documents, behind it is a large leather chair, and beside it is a crimson bookshelf, next to which stands a national flag. Through the window, one can also see some students exercising on the playground.

Director Wang stated that, although it is known that some students are likely to cheat, the school still assigned an invigilator to each class, and the teacher involved in the incident was the invigilator. Director Wang mentioned that this teacher is a veteran at our school, known for being quite strict. Although he is not very old, he possesses strong professional skills and is among the earliest qualified teachers from the initial phase of the school's professional reform, being in his fifties and surnamed Ma. The examination lasted for two hours, and about an hour and a half into it, he heard some noise in the classroom, so he got up to check behind the door. After opening the storage room door, he fainted.

After Hu Zongren took a sip of tea, he introduced me to Director Wang, saying, "This is my companion; we came together to expedite the matter." Director Wang looked at me, his eyes clearly filled with disdain, yet he tried to present himself as a young man with a promising future. In fact, we had long since become accustomed to this; it would have been strange if he had acted otherwise. Director Wang rubbed his hands together and explained the details of the matter to Hu Zongren and me. In fact, we had long since become accustomed to this; it would have been strange if he had acted otherwise. Director Wang rubbed his hands together and explained the details of the matter to Hu Zongren and me.

I thought to myself that this kid was probably at home using BT again, not knowing what kind of video he had watched that made him come here looking for resonance. Just as I was about to remind him to be a person of substance, that if he had something to share, he should share it, he preemptively said that he preferred high school girls, pure and innocent, with a big library! When he said the word "bold," my mind was filled with his lewd expression. So I told him that college girls are also very youthful, full of vitality, and quite knowledgeable. When he said the word "bold," my mind was filled with his lewd expression. So I told him that college girls are also very youthful, full of vitality, and quite knowledgeable. High school students are too young; their worldview might not even be fully formed yet, and of course, their worldview is probably different from ours. Then I paused and asked him, "Isn't your family member Fu Yunni off playing mahjong again? You have become quite bold to discuss this with me; why don't you hurry up and send me the seeds!"

I stood up, kicked Hu Zongren, and said that we had nothing to do with this, so let's go. Wasting time here while doing business, what are you even doing!

Jiangbei Wulidian? Shouldn't that be my territory? You should know that I am known as the "Little Horn" of Jiangbei and the "Car God" of Wulidian! I grew up hanging around this area, and after returning to Chongqing from Yunnan, I spent most of my time here. I am extremely familiar with this vicinity. Back in the day, when I had a middle parting and was a little hoodlum, I had fought with students from every school around here! So I immediately became interested and said, "No problem, this is my territory, I'll go with you." He said, "Alright, then I'll call you when I head out this afternoon!"

Director Wang continued, saying that Teacher Ma is a prominent figure at the school. When we promote our faculty during recruitment, Teacher Ma is certainly a highlight of our teaching staff. If he were to leave, the other teachers in the school would undoubtedly feel discouraged, making future recruitment more challenging.

A man walked up to us, extended his hand, and shook ours. While guiding us towards the office, he introduced himself, stating that his surname was Wang and that he was the academic affairs director of the school. Therefore, Hu Zongren and I referred to him as Director Wang. In my understanding at the time, the difference between the academic affairs director and the principal was akin to the difference between a president and a prime minister. One is responsible for external affairs, while the other manages internal matters. This academic affairs director essentially oversaw all internal affairs of the school, not only concerning student learning but also the allocation of teaching resources, the compilation of student assessment results, and so forth.

He said the situation is as follows: about two weeks ago, the school organized a vocational skills assessment exam for students in accordance with the requirements of the Municipal Education Commission. In addition to practical subjects such as computer operations, there was also a portion of written examination content. Major subjects like English, Chinese, and Mathematics were primarily assessed during the day through practical tests, while the examinations for these cultural subjects were essentially scheduled for the evening. Furthermore, since the exam questions were directly set by the vocational education center, and cultural scores were merely one of the standards for theoretical assessment, the school's evening self-study sessions remained unoccupied, leading to a unified examination in the evening. Major subjects like English, Chinese, and Mathematics were primarily assessed during the day through practical tests, while the examinations for these cultural subjects were essentially scheduled for the evening. Furthermore, since the exam questions were directly set by the vocational education center, and cultural scores were merely one of the standards for theoretical assessment, the school's evening self-study sessions remained unoccupied, leading to a unified examination in the evening.

Looking at this man's appearance, one can immediately tell that he is a leader

Hu Zongren asked Director Wang what Teacher Ma had seen at that time. Director Wang continued to rub his hands and said that a student had run out of the classroom to report the incident to them, so they quickly sent someone to take Teacher Ma to the infirmary. When he woke up, he still looked shaken and kept saying that there was a female ghost in the storage room. He fainted several times in succession, and when he woke up, he was slightly calmer. Director Wang, with a raised nose, said that it wasn't calmness; it was that he was completely frightened. The next day, he submitted his resignation to the school, insisting that he would not continue teaching under any circumstances.

He continued, saying, "It is like this: I received a commission from a leader of a high school. I would like you to come with me, but I am afraid you might not want to join me, so I wanted to ask if you like high school girls, planning to tempt you a bit before I proceed, hahaha." After saying this, he laughed lewdly as usual. I replied, "I am not as perverted as you. What happened that you are so eager to share money with me? Tell me about it." He said, "Basically, on m.hetushu.com, there was a teacher supervising students during an exam who suddenly saw something and fainted from fright. The students hurried to find other teachers for help, and he was taken to the infirmary. When this teacher woke up, he rambled on about nonsense and then said he wanted to resign. Since he is a highly respected veteran teacher at the school, it took a lot of effort for the school to calm him down and persuade him not to resign. However, when they inquired about what had happened, they learned from this teacher that he fainted because he saw a ghost."

He asked me if I could still recall my high school days. I replied that I could, although it was quite a long time ago, but those days were generally some of the happiest years of my life. He then asked me which type of girls I preferred, those in university or those in high school.

Director Wang led us into his office, then closed the door and served a cup of tea to both me and Hu Zongren.

That afternoon, after meeting with Hu Zongren, he took me directly to that school. This school is considered one of the more established institutions in our area, with a history of over fifty years. However, by the time I started school, possibly due to a lack of qualified teachers, it had transformed into a vocational school. Programs such as automotive repair, electronics, and numerical control gradually became the school's signature specialties. Even the factory where my parents worked before their retirement, which transitioned from military to civilian, had quite a few graduates from this school. Overall, the programs are quite strong. My alma mater is not very far from this school, which also meant that some of the children of similar age from this school had been bullied by me in their early years.

After hearing this, I responded to Hu Zongren with an "Oh." Hu Zongren seemed a bit displeased, so he asked me if I could be more sincere. I ignored him and asked what was next. He said that he only knew this much about the school and that the other party was the school itself, which was afraid that such matters would leak out, so they were unwilling to discuss it in detail over the phone. I asked him where the school was located, whether it was a new school or an old one. He said it seemed to be an old school, but it might have been renovated in recent years. Perhaps some place had disturbed the feng shui, resulting in it becoming a ghost spot. I asked him again where the school was located, whether it was a new school or an old one. He reiterated that it seemed to be an old school, but it might have been renovated in recent years, and perhaps some place had disturbed the feng shui, resulting in it becoming a ghost spot. He also told me that the school was near Wulidian in Jiangbei.

Therefore, it is no wonder that this fellow still does not know how to use Qvod up to now

Hu Zongren interrupted Director Wang, saying, this means that even though Teacher Ma stayed, he still harbors a shadow in his heart, and this shadow is unrelated to the school or the class; the problem lies in the classroom where he proctored that night, correct

On a noon in April 2010, Hu Zongren suddenly called me and asked me some very strange questions

Hu Zongren glanced at me and nodded, indicating that he still agreed with Director Wang's concerns. Director Wang continued, stating that the school had made several attempts to communicate with Teacher Ma, employing almost every possible tactic: salary increases, promotions, optimizing retirement benefits, and even the former principal had come to intercede on their behalf. Only then did they manage to persuade Teacher Ma to stay, but he firmly insisted that he would no longer teach that class, and that the class must be assigned a different teacher in the future.

Director Wang seemed to have heard Hu Zongren's somewhat agitated tone, and I truly felt concerned for him. This madman Hu Zongren has the brute strength to knock him down in an instant. With a half-smile, Director Wang said, "We are a place of scientific study; how could we believe in such ghostly tales? The school has invited you both here to ensure that Teacher Ma can continue to teach with peace of mind in the future. To put it bluntly, it's just throwing some money your way, allowing you both to profit quietly, isn't that quite good?" Director Wang seemed to have heard Hu Zongren's somewhat agitated tone, and I truly felt concerned for him. This madman Hu Zongren has the brute strength to knock him down in an instant. With a half-smile, Director Wang said, "We are a place of scientific study; how could we believe in such ghostly tales? The school has invited you both here to ensure that Teacher Ma can continue to teach with peace of mind in the future. To put it bluntly, it's just throwing some money your way, allowing you both to profit quietly, isn't that quite good?"

Upon hearing this, I could hardly contain myself, so I put down my teacup and asked Director Wang, "What do you mean by that?" Director Wang smiled, as did the librarian, but did not answer me. Instead, he picked up his teacup and took a sip. Hu Zongren took over my words and said, "So, Director, are you suggesting that we should put on a show to fool Teacher Ma? It seems you don't actually believe what Teacher Ma said and are asking us to act, is that right?" Hu Zongren continued, "So, Director, are you suggesting that we should put on a show to fool Teacher Ma? It seems you don't actually believe what Teacher Ma said and are asking us to act, is that right?"

There was a security guard at the school gate. Perhaps it was because Hu Zongren and I did not look like good people at first glance that he refused to let us in no matter what he was told. While I was boasting to Hu Zongren about my past, he was already on the phone with the school leaders. Subsequently, the school leaders called the security office, allowing us to enter. As Hu Zongren led me towards their academic building, a man dressed in a suit, approximately 1.7 meters tall and somewhat plump, walked out of the building and waved at us from a distance.

Hu Zongren not only did not stand up, but instead crossed his legs and leaned back against the sofa, coldly laughing as he said, Director Wang, we will handle this matter properly for you with double the compensation, so you can see for yourself.

Director Wang said with a wry smile, isn't it just like this? Teacher Ma only agreed to stay after much persuasion, and insisted that the school authorities intervene to find someone to clarify what unsavory things are happening here. I had no choice but to invite the two of you here, at least to give Teacher Ma something to see. But how can we investigate something without evidence? Just because Teacher Ma said there is a ghost, should we really believe there is one? At least we need to give Teacher Ma something to see. However, how can we investigate something without evidence? Just relying on Teacher Ma's statement that there is a ghost, should we really believe there is one? On that day, apart from Teacher Ma, no one else saw any ghost. I suspect that Teacher Ma has been under too much stress lately, and perhaps fatigue has led to hallucinations. You two, feel free to take a look later, and give me an explanation so that I can deal with Teacher Ma.

He was taken aback for a moment and asked me, "What kind of seed?" I replied, "BT seed!" He then asked, "What is BT seed?" I said, "That time I taught you how to download BT files all night!" He responded, "Oh, that! You misunderstood; I wasn't talking about that."