Before the morning exercises, Zhao Wen arrived at the classroom door and waved to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi then asked Lin Yuya, "Want to go out and have some fun?"
Lin Yuya hadn't quite come to her senses yet, and when she heard Ling Yi's question, she just exclaimed "Ah!"
"Just come with me!"
"Oh!" Lin Yuya responded, but she felt a little conflicted.
Would it be inappropriate for me to just go out with Ling Yi like this?
After a moment's hesitation, he followed Ling Yi's figure.
The two walked out of the classroom one after the other.
The students in the classroom couldn't help but glance at Wang Song at the back.
They all saw the homeroom teacher waving to Ling Yi. Now that Ling Yi and Lin Yuya are going out, they must be going to talk to the homeroom teacher about Wang Song, right?
"Is there something wrong with Lin Yuya?" Zhao Wen asked, frowning as she saw Lin Yuya behind Ling Yi.
Lin Yuya glanced at Ling Yi, then lowered her head, unsure of what to say.
Zhao Wen's heart skipped a beat. Could something have happened to these two little ones?
He knew that Ling Yi and Lin Yuya were classmates in junior high school, could it be...?
"I asked Lin Yuya to come along!"
"Then what?"
Ling Yi then recounted what had happened between him and Wang Song Ling Yi, embellishing the story, of course.
Ling Yi not only wanted to ruin Wang Song's reputation among his classmates, but also to completely destroy it among his teachers.
Some might ask, isn't this going too far for a student?
However, some people's badness is innate.
Moreover, this was Ling Yi's personal grudge.
In the previous life, Wang Song ruined a good girl's life; in this life, Ling Yi is going to ruin Wang Song even earlier.
Ling Yi may never have another chance to get close to that girl, but Wang Song must be destroyed.
After hearing Ling Yi's description, Zhao Wen's face turned extremely ugly.
He has been teaching for over a decade and has taught several classes; he has seen all kinds of students.
There are students who like to tattle, but he has never actually met any who are just jealous, petty, or can't stand seeing others do well.
"Are you sure you're telling the truth?" Zhao Wen asked Ling Yi.
"All of our classmates can testify!" Ling Yi said.
Zhao Wen arrived at the classroom door, looked at Wang Song in the corner, but said nothing, pondering how to deal with Wang Song's problem.
This kind of thing can be a big deal or a small deal; if you really want to investigate it, Wang Song wouldn't even qualify for a major investigation.
Forget it, let's put it aside for now and have a proper talk with Wang Song later.
If there's still a need for redemption, then they should be properly educated.
If it's beyond saving, then some warnings should still be given.
Shaking her head, Zhao Wen ultimately said nothing and walked out of the classroom.
Watching Zhao Wen shake her the Back and leave from the corner, Wang Song immediately knew that he was finished in this class.
Even with his thick skin, he was starting to feel the strain.
Now, I'd better try to switch shifts, but I don't know how difficult it will be.
" Ling Yi, you damned bastard, I won't let you get away with this!" Wang Song gritted his teeth.
Wang Song's family was of modest means, but he was a local from Hanyun Town and knew some of the local hooligans.
But he still needed to figure out how to get those bastards to teach Ling Yi a lesson.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wen and her two companions had already left the school and arrived at Old Yan's small courtyard.
"Kid, you're something else. You've only just arrived in Hanyun and you've already broken all the rules." Old Yan looked at Ling Yi, then at Ling Yi Lin Yuya, who was standing nervously beside him, and teased.
"You've misunderstood, I'm a good student!"
"Kid, don't think you're so smart that you know your own limitations. Remember, there are always people more capable than you, and the sky's the limit."
"I've seen plenty of genius students, old men too. You're nothing special."
As Old Yan spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Ling Yi, wanting to see how Ling Yi would react.
What will Ling Yi's reaction be?
In his previous life, Ling Yi lived to be over sixty years old. Although this statement was sarcastic, one could still tell whether it was a good or bad thing.
"Don't worry, the kid knows his own limitations!"
Old Yan nodded. "Hmm, this kid has a good attitude; he doesn't seem like a young man at all."
If it were any other child, they might outwardly comply because of their status, but their inherent arrogance and dissatisfaction would certainly be impossible to hide.
Having taught his whole life, he had seen far too many children like this.
Some children are lucky to be smart, but some children are a curse.
"Good to know. Remember, I don't expect you kids to make great contributions to society, just don't do anything harmful."
Ling Yi nodded in agreement.
This is a highly respected old educator, worthy of respect. Ling Yi has to listen to whatever he says.
"Alright, here are the Key!" Old Yan handed a bunch of Key to Ling Yi.
"This is the Key to the front door, and this is the Key to the main house."
"This is the study. There are some books inside that I can't take with me. If you have nothing better to do, take a look; it'll do you some good."
Old Yan pointed to the west wing and said.
"Teacher..." Zhao Wen wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a look from Old Yan.
"Remember the old man's words: forget a thousand things, but never forget your roots; forget the good and the bad, but never forget your origins. Goodbye!"
After finishing his sentence, Old Yan left the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
"Let me see you out!" Zhao Wen supported Old Yan's arm as they walked out.
Ling Yi and Lin Yuya followed.
A car was already parked outside.
After Old Yan's car drove away, Zhao Wen sighed and said, "Did you feel that the teacher's words were a bit too harsh?"
Ling Yi shook his head and said, "I can feel Old Yan's care and concern."
"The teacher has been teaching and nurturing students for nearly fifty years, and his students are all over the world. He has taught countless outstanding students, more than three hundred of whom have been admitted to Yan City University and Qingbei University."
"Among them are geniuses like you, and two of the most outstanding geniuses are often mentioned by the teacher and are called his beloved students."
"But..." Zhao Wen paused here.
"But one of them stayed in the Eagle Country, and the other stayed in Footbath Country."
"This incident was a huge blow to the teacher. I still remember that day when the teacher slapped himself more than a dozen times."
He said he was a sinner, that he had taught two traitors, and then the teacher fell seriously ill for three months, after which he never taught again.
Ling Yi felt a tightness in his chest. No wonder Old Yan said those things to him; he was afraid that he would go astray.
The older generation of gentlemen are truly a group worthy of respect.
Ling Yi was also aware that many young people of this era had been severely influenced by Western culture and thought.
Singing foreign songs makes me feel like I'm living the world, and going to a Western restaurant for a cup of coffee and a steak makes me feel so noble.
"Before long, the Ancient Country will surely become the most powerful country in the world, and the whole world will speak the language of the Ancient Country and be proud to be a citizen of the Ancient Country!" Ling Yi murmured.
Zhao Wen was shocked when he heard Ling Yi's words. He never expected Ling Yi to say such a thing.
But then, filled with immense relief, he patted Ling Yi on the shoulder forcefully and said "Good."
The fact that Ling Yi could say that meant he understood his teacher's meaning and could see the essence of the matter.
This is extremely rare.
But what Zhao Wen didn't know was that thirty years later, Ling Yi's words had already become a reality.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wen composed herself and asked, "See if there's anything else we need at home, and get everything ready today!"
What does your home lack? Actually, it lacks nothing.
Old Yan thoughtfully replaced all the bedding with new ones and even paid an extra six months' worth of phone bills for the house.
The most valuable thing in the courtyard was the room full of books in the west wing.
The room was filled with books, mostly classic works.
In his previous life, the west wing was empty; when Ling Yi moved in, there was nothing there.
There was a bit less food in the kitchen.
Ling Yi bought some pots and pans, rice, flour, cooking oil, Potato, duck, fish, and lean meat.
Since we don't have the Fridge, we buy less of the items that can't be stored for long and more of the items that can be stored for a long time.
I went out around 10 a. m. and didn't come back until 11:30 p. m., so I had to hire a tricycle specifically for it.
The kitchen was completely crammed full.
"You little rascal, are you trying to live a proper life now? What, the school food isn't good enough, so you have to cook for yourself to feel like it's special?"
Looking at the things in the room, Zhao Wen couldn't help but glance at Ling Yi and then at Lin Yuya.
There's an inexplicable feeling that they might not be a perfect couple, but they're certainly a good match in terms of looks and talent.
"Life definitely needs a sense of ritual!" Ling Yi said casually.
Can you cook?
"I'll show you guys what I've got at noon today, I'll make a few wows!"
"What's 'wow'?" Zhao Wen asked casually.
Lin Yuya, standing nearby, said, "Teacher, it should be a dish that makes you shout 'Wow!' as soon as you eat it!"
After saying that, he looked at Ling Yi and asked, "Am I right?"
Ling Yi gave Lin Yuya a thumbs up.
Zhao Wen laughed and said, "Then I'd like to see just how amazing it is!"
Putting everything else aside, Ling Yi's cooking speed alone left the two of them completely dumbfounded.
He wielded the cleaver with incredible Kung Fu Hustle, swishing and chopping, and in the blink of an eye, the cutting board was piled high with ingredients.
A large earthen stove and pot, plus three gas stoves, two woks, and one stew pot, all running at full power.
Ling Yi was all sorts of flashy and dazzling, leaving Zhao Wen and Lin Yuya completely bewildered.
The two realized that while Ling Yi was cooking, they could only watch; they couldn't help at all, nor did they need to.
Boiled fish, stir-fried cabbage with vinegar, stir-fried kale, braised eggplant, boneless chicken feet, cola chicken wings, beef and persimmon, Xilingol League stew, and Bayannur braised noodles.
That's not all; I also cooked a pot of rice in the rice cooker.
Zhao Wen and Lin Yuya were dumbfounded when they saw the table full of dishes.
"Your family owns a restaurant, right?" Just by looking at the presentation, I know these dishes must taste amazing, even without tasting them.
"With limited ingredients, this is all we can make for now!" Ling Yi nodded in satisfaction.
He thoroughly understood and adapted the recipes he found on Baidu.
For Ling Yi now, as long as there are enough ingredients, he can cook any cuisine from all over the country.
However, in Zhao Wen's view, Ling Yi's words had a bit of a Versailles feel to them.
"What's this?" Zhao Wen asked, pointing to a bowl of vegetables in the middle.
"This is Xilingol League stew. Don't be fooled by its appearance; the taste is absolutely amazing! It's perfect with rice, and incredibly fragrant!"
Both of them took a bite, and their eyes lit up immediately. The sauerkraut and mashed Potato mixed together, along with the tender yet not greasy, fragrant yet not fatty slices of meat, were indeed amazing.
Just as Ling Yi said, this would be perfect with rice.
"What about this?" Lin Yuya asked, pointing to the cola chicken wings.
Zhao Wen and Lin Yuya were most suspicious of this dish. Although it looked good, they had never seen anyone use beverages to cook.