Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 255 Interview
On September 9th, it was Sunday. Mrs. Green woke up early to go to the church to worship. When Beimen Jueyi went to the waiting hall to wait for the bus, the church was already full of people, including a white-haired priest. He is putting his hand on the Bible and praying.

When Lai Lie's driver's bus drove over, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and Hai Li was greeting him warmly from behind.

Beimen felt surprised for a while.

He said: "Didn't the bus stop because of the heavy rain yesterday? How did you come back?"

Hai Li said: "Because the shops don't keep people at night, after the rain stopped at night, I walked back along the road."

Lai Lie honked the horn beside him: "Little girls and boys, get in the car quickly."

Beimen Jueyi and Haili walked up together.

"What happened yesterday, I'm sorry, I didn't know your mother was in New York, I hope she's well."

After getting in the car, Beimen Jueyi apologized for his actions yesterday. Even though he didn't do anything wrong on the surface, he knew that his words must have hurt Hai Li's heart to some extent. .

Hai Li smiled generously: "It doesn't matter, I was really worried yesterday because she was in New York, but later I figured it out, she abandoned me, but she is still my mother, I pray for her, But I won't always miss her, after all, I still have my own life."

Beimen Jueyi smiled in relief, this girl is stronger than he imagined.

Lai Lie laughed loudly in front: "Hailey, you are so cute, I think if I were 20 years younger, I would definitely pursue you!" As he said, he also looked towards the north gate through the front mirror. Jue blinked. "Isn't it? Wayne."

Beimenjue scratched his hair, nodded a little shyly, then looked at Haili and said, "You are really cute."

Hai Li gave Driver Lai Lie a blank look, and stopped talking.

Immediately afterwards, Lai Lie's laughter sounded again in the car.

The two of them bid farewell to the waiting hall in the city, and the sun was showing most of the side of the mountain. The stray dog ​​on the street yawned and lay on the bluestone slab at the corner of the street, looking lazily at Jueyi at the north gate. Colorful clothes were hung up in the residential areas of the city again, and the grief experienced by the entire United States was diluted with a heavy rain.

"After all, life has to go on, doesn't it?" Beimen Jueyi stood in the waiting hall, watching Haili jogging in the distance and said slowly.

The job he was going to apply for was a teacher, for which he was well prepared.

There is a kindergarten and a primary school in the city, as well as a private secondary school.

Because all his clothes have been washed, today he is wearing Mrs. Green's son's clothes, which can't be said to be worn out, but the suit on the upper body and jeans on the lower body does look a bit weird.

He first came to the private middle school in the county. This middle school was funded and built by Mr. Montelli, a well-known rich man in the county. Haili also went to school here before. Later, because of poverty, she had to drop out of school to work as a vizier. .

Beimen Jueyi stood at the gate of the school. He straightened his clothes. It was time for school. The students passing by all looked at him curiously. Most of the girls thought he was handsome but had terrible taste in clothes, and then As soon as they gave up the idea of ​​striking up a conversation, the boys felt that Beimen Jueyi looked like a homeless man, because in their consciousness, only a homeless man would dress so nondescriptly.

"Hey, wouldn't it be better to pair jeans with a plaid shirt?" A boy wearing a baseball cap came over, he was half a head taller than Beimen Jueyi, and said, hugging Beimen Jueyi's shoulders.

"It's annoying for a few of us to look at you."

As soon as Bei Menjue raised his head, he saw several boys wearing peaked caps and baggy trousers, looking at them maliciously.

Beimenjue smiled: "I'm here to apply for a job."

Before he could finish his sentence, the boy in the baseball cap punched him in the face, and Beimen Jueyi fell to the ground holding his nose.

"If a person of the yellow race came to teach us how to call a monkey, I would be even more annoyed."

Then he walked away laughing and laughing with a few boys around him.

The men and women watching Beimen Jueyi, who was in a trance on the ground, felt bored and walked away one by one.

After a while, Beimen Jueyi took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his nose.

He patted the dust off his body, then walked into the school with his bag.

He looked up, and saw that the entire college was surrounded by teaching buildings, and the dense buildings made it hard to breathe. The principal's office was on the first floor of the main teaching building.

In the principal's office, Beimen Jueyi sat upright on the chair in front of the principal's desk.

The principal of the middle school is Mr. Montelli's youngest son, and it is because of this status that he can take the position of the principal of the middle school at the age of 30.

Little Monteli frowned and looked at Beimen Jueyi in front of him. Beimen Jueyi's nose was still bright red, and there was even a trace of blood on the wing of his nose.

"Mr. Wayne, I just read your profile. You are excellent. You are a top student who graduated from the University of Pennsylvania. To be honest, I appreciate your talent, but unfortunately, my students may not like you very much. Several students sent me an anonymous letter, saying that they don’t want Chinese teachers to teach them. Of course, please don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to be discriminatory. It’s just our private school. You should know that the parents of the students are us. The donors, and their parents are obedient to their children. We are committed to serving students, so I’m sorry.”

Beimen Jueyi stood up, showed his face and smiled: "It's okay, Mr. Principal."

Little Montelli also smiled, and sent Beimen Jueyi to the door.

"You can try it in primary schools in the county. They are short of teachers now. I think the children are more tolerant."

Little Monteli said kindly.

Beimenjue thanked him, and left the school under the watchful eyes of several bad boys.

After asking two passers-by, he finally found the primary school in the south of the city.

Compared with the middle school, the scale of this elementary school is smaller, and the gate garden looks a bit dilapidated. In the duty room at the gate of the school, an old man smoking a pipe is leisurely reading a newspaper.

Beimenjue sniffed his nose, wiped off the blood near the nose with a towel, and tidied his hair a little.

He walked over and tapped on the small window lightly.

The uncle put down the newspaper and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

Beimenjue smiled, and asked politely: "I heard that this elementary school is recruiting teachers? I am a student who graduated from the Department of Language Studies at the University of Pennsylvania. I hope to find a job here."

The uncle shook his mustache, and then looked at Beimen Jueyi carefully.

"Our school is indeed recruiting. The principal is in her office. You go to the left along the first building, and the leftmost room is the principal's office." He looked at the bag in Beimen Jueyi's hand. "You can't go in with a bag."

Beimen Jueyi quickly put the bag at the window, and then took out the necessary information from it: "Then please help me keep it."

The uncle nodded and opened the door.

The elementary school campus is full of grass, and a group of young children are led by a female teacher to play some intellectual games on the playground. Compared with those games in China, those games are similar to those in China, so I won’t repeat them here.

Seeing Beimen Jueyi approaching, the female teacher smiled and nodded, which made him feel a little warm in his heart at this moment when he had just been insulted. At least she didn't get upset because of his funny clothes. Show contempt.

The gate of the primary school is facing the first teaching building, and there is a long path in the middle, with soft green grass on both sides, which is also the children's playground. Will be knocked or scraped.

Beimen Jueyi went all the way to the end, and the laughter of children kept coming from the whole teaching building. As soon as Beimenjue looked through the window, he saw the children sitting upright in the classroom and the warm voice on the podium. teacher.

This gave Beimen Jueyi a strong sense of contrast. He liked these lively children more than the unruly middle school students.

Following the uncle's guidance, Beimenjue walked to the left. At the end, there was a room with the door plate saying "headmaster`s office".

That's it, he patted his clothes again, smoothed out some wrinkles, and then knocked lightly on the door three times.

Then he stopped, and about two seconds later, a female voice sounded in the room. "come on."

Beimen Jueyi tightened his tie again, then pushed the door open and went in.

The principal of the primary school is a woman in her 50s. Although her face has traces of age, she has an elegant and light demeanor, which makes Bei Menjue's eyes shine.

"Ma'am, you are so beautiful." Beimen Jueyi felt that he was starting to like this school, so he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

The principal's wife was smiling, and she put her hands together in front of the table, making the whole person look relaxed and not giving people a sense of urgency.

"Excuse me, what are you doing here? Is your child going to school?"

Beimen Jueyi took out his information: "Madam, I am here to seek a job."

The principal's wife took Beimen Jueyi's information and read it carefully.

Beimen Jueyi took advantage of this gap to say: "I went to that middle school to apply for a job, but to be honest, that school gave me a very uncomfortable feeling, but I like it here, and I like staying with the children."

The principal's wife put down the materials in her hand, she looked at Beimen Jueyi with a smile and said lightly: "What can you teach the children? Children are not suitable for learning Chinese at such a young age."

(End of this chapter)