Chapter 6: Letting Go Again
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I stayed calm, but the homeroom teacher’s expression was complicated — as if I were involved in some shady business.
“Don’t be fooled by the small size of my stall. I can make quite a bit in a day, and I’ll pay you back soon.”
I smacked my lips.
No wonder I’m the future king of snacks — this starch sausage tastes amazing.
The homeroom teacher wiped the sweat off his forehead, shrugged, then hesitated before asking,
“Are you really quitting school?”
“Nope. What good is school to someone as worthless as me? Can’t get a job anyway, might as well start a business early.”
Cleaning the grill, I looked at the empty stall and wondered why no one was stopping by today.
This should be the peak business hour.
Curious, I wiped my hands and added,
“The most important thing is, I don’t have the money for tuition.”
Back then, the money I sneakily earned washing dishes was foolishly kept at home and taken by that old man.
In my last life, I still clung to the student mindset — stubbornly refusing to leave school despite not learning anything, worried about it.
This life, I’m more pragmatic — I know better.
I touched my face and checked my clothes.
I noticed the students around glancing over at me with increasing suspicion.
“Why aren’t they coming over?”
As I pondered, I glanced at the homeroom teacher beside me, who was silently pursing his lips.
Suddenly, I realized where the problem was.
Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, I shoved another grilled sausage into his hand.
“Ren Yiqiang, I don’t—”
“Take it. If you don’t hold it, I won’t have any customers.”
“Huh?”
The homeroom teacher didn’t catch my meaning until a swarm of students suddenly gathered.
He realized it was his authority scaring them into line.
Sure enough, students are always afraid of teachers.
Customers finally came again, and I hurriedly collected money, hands busy non-stop.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the homeroom teacher still standing there and casually asked,
“How did the last test go?”
“Ah? Oh, pretty well. Everyone’s doing fine.”
Hearing that I still cared about the class made the homeroom teacher smile gratefully, holding his sausage high.
I felt a little touched — didn’t expect him to help me attract customers.
Pretending to be casual, I asked,
“Is Lou Yue still number one?”
“That goes without saying. Lou Yue is definitely number one, no doubt.”
Listening to his proud tone, I nodded.
Yes, Lou Yue had always been excellent.
If it weren’t for marrying me and having kids, she would have been admired by many.
The sizzling oil on the grill crackled, a little too hot to touch.
Looking at the crowd of students in front of me, I suddenly remembered it wasn’t a weekend.
“Homeroom teacher, no classes today?”
Seeing me overwhelmed, the homeroom teacher offered his free hand to help collect money.
“No, today all the seniors went hiking together. We’re back early, I just walked faster.”
He sighed, a little nostalgic.
“Ah, you students’ physical fitness is getting worse. None of you walk as fast as me, and I’m old.”
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