Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The person who received Zhong Yuemin was Director Wang from the Personnel Office, whose name was Wang Qiang. Director Wang was of medium build and slightly thin, but he gave people a sense of competence and neatness.

Director Wang was wearing a spotless long-sleeved shirt as white as snow, and a pair of leather shoes that were polished to a mirror shine. Even his hair was combed neatly and was very shiny.

Not only that, even the stubble on his chin has been carefully trimmed, making him look particularly refreshed and radiant.

Director Wang first looked at Zhong Yuemin carefully from head to toe, then his deep and sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts narrowed slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Then, Director Wang took the initiative to extend his right hand, shook hands with Zhong Yuemin enthusiastically, and said, "Welcome to join our warm collective, Teacher Zhong! Relax, don't be nervous. We will be colleagues soon. If you have any needs or expectations for your job, just let me know. There is nothing to be embarrassed about!"

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking to himself, "How do I look nervous? How am I embarrassed?"

But after all, the other party was well-intentioned and sincere, so he responded politely. "Well... Although I have spent four years on campus, to be honest, I don't know much about how the various departments of the school are divided and operated. So it is difficult to determine what type of work is most suitable for me. Let's put it this way, I am willing to follow the unified arrangements and dispatches of the organization."

These words were spoken in a polite, tactful and subtle manner, but Zhong Yuemin himself knew that there was little truth in them.

He was actually very familiar with such polite words and phrases, but when he said them himself, he still felt a little weird and uncomfortable.

However, this is really a helpless move. When you first arrive at a unit, you can't avoid following the existing rules and procedures.

Director Wang seemed to have seen through Zhong Yuemin's inner thoughts. He patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder with a smile on his face and said earnestly, "Young man, you are still young after all. It is inevitable that you will not be used to it at the beginning. But it doesn't matter. Our school will definitely arrange a suitable job for you to help you adapt to the environment and atmosphere here as soon as possible and truly integrate into our warm collective. So just put your mind at ease!"

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help feeling a little irritated when listening to Director Wang's polite words. He never liked this kind of official rhetoric, and he felt like he was being bound by invisible shackles.

Director Wang smiled and told him to wait for notification. He then put the registration folder into the drawer and continued to bury himself in the pile of documents, apparently having forgotten about Zhong Yuemin's existence.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of paying any more attention to him, Zhong Yuemin said no more and walked out of the office directly. He took a deep breath of fresh air and felt a little better. He knew that he needed to adapt to this new environment as soon as possible, but he didn't want to be bound by those boring routines.

Zhong Yuemin followed the instructions he had received and went to the staff dormitory that had been assigned to him long ago. The staff building was located in the family quarters, but compared to those comfortable family buildings, the conditions here were much worse. However, Zhong Yuemin didn't care about these, because he basically didn't live here anyway.

When Zhong Yuemin gently pushed open the dormitory door, what came into view were two neatly arranged bunk beds. There was no doubt that there were already three roommates living in this room.

Zhong Yuemin quickly scanned the entire room, his eyes fell on the upper bunk that had not been occupied yet, and he thought: "This is probably where I will rest in the future."

However, looking at the clanging and shaking bed, Zhong Yuemin knew that he would probably have trouble falling asleep tonight.

So, Zhong Yuemin decided to go out and buy some daily necessities, and then come back to pack his luggage and make his bed. Although the hardware facilities in the dormitory were a bit rudimentary, Zhong Yuemin didn't care too much about it.

While making the bed, Zhong Yuemin also took a careful look at the surrounding environment. Through observation, he inferred that most of the people living here should be single workers.

At this moment, the other teachers may have gone to the classroom to teach, and there is really no point in leaving me alone.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin decided to return home and wait for news. After all, he never had the habit of begging others for help. Since Director Wang told him to wait for notification, he could wait patiently.

Night fell quietly, the lights of the city gradually lit up, and there was silence all around. Zhou Xiaobai sat beside the bed, gazing at Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen who were sleeping on the bed with gentle and affectionate eyes.

Zhou Xiaobai opened her red lips and told the two cute little guys fascinating stories in a low, gentle and rhythmic tone.

Zhou Xiaobai's voice was like heavenly music, like music floating from the clouds, or like a wonderful lullaby. As her gentle voice sounded, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen's eyelids gradually became heavy, and finally slowly closed, immersed in a sweet dream.

After the children fell asleep, Zhou Xiaobai carefully placed the book in his hand next to the bedside table. He turned around and happened to see Zhong Yuemin yawning beside him.

Zhou Xiaobai's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a faint smile. "Yuemin, are you sleepy too?"

Zhong Yuemin didn't say anything, but just nodded vigorously with a naughty smile on his face. "Wife, I'm really a little sleepy." As he said this, he stretched and leaned lazily against the head of the bed.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but smile. She stood up gracefully and walked slowly towards Zhong Yuemin. She hugged him tenderly and whispered, "Let's go and rest together."

However, Zhong Yuemin seemed unsatisfied with such a simple hug and started to act like a child. "Wife, give me another kiss!"

Faced with such a shameless Zhong Yuemin, Zhou Xiaobai felt helpless but full of love.

Zhou Xiaobai sighed slightly and shook his head. There was an expression of both anger and amusement on his face, but there was deep affection in his eyes.

Then, Zhou Xiaobai obediently left a deep, loving kiss on Zhong Yuemin's handsome and charming cheek, and whispered tenderly, "Okay, that's enough, my dearest husband, go to sleep quickly."

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yuemin still seemed unsatisfied, and he continued to beg like a child. "Honey, hug me again!"

Zhou Xiaobai almost couldn't help laughing out loud when she heard this, but when she saw Zhong Yuemin's expectant eyes, she softened her heart.

Although she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Zhou Xiaobai still stretched out her arms and hugged Zhong Yuemin tightly, while gently stroking his back. She said in a very gentle tone, "Okay, I'll hug you and go to sleep quickly."

However, things did not end as Zhou Xiaobai wished. Zhong Yuemin did not seem to be willing to give up. After a brief pause, he asked again, "Wife, can you pat me again?" There was a hint of coquetry and pleading in his voice, which made it impossible to refuse.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but feel a surge of love in her heart. She reached out her hand and patted Zhong Yuemin's back more gently, with a slow and gentle rhythm, as if she was soothing a frightened kitten. She muttered to herself: "Why is Yuemin so childish today? But he is really cute." In such a warm atmosphere, Zhong Yuemin finally calmed down gradually, and Zhou Xiaobai quietly hugged him, enjoying this tranquility and happiness.

Just as Zhou Xiaobai was immersed in this tranquility, Zhong Yuemin suddenly broke the silence and said in a more urgent and even impatient tone than before, "Wife, tell me a story!"

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai finally couldn't help laughing out loud, giving a clear and pleasant laugh. Her beautiful eyes stared at Zhong Yuemin's childish face, and she said helplessly, "I think...why don't you stay up..."

There was a hint of anger in Zhou Xiaobai's tone, but it also revealed his endless love and tolerance for Zhong Yuemin's innocent behavior.

Zhong Yuemin was sitting quietly on the old rattan chair at home, the sunlight shining through the window, casting patches of light on his slightly resolute face.

He had been waiting like this for three whole days - one day, two days, and three days passed, but there was still no news from Director Wang's office that he would be summoned.

Time passed minute by minute, and Zhong Yuemin did not show much emotional fluctuation.

Zhong Yuemin's heart was like a calm lake, without a single ripple. He knew that this was just a common method used by experienced veterans to treat newcomers, just like a carefully planned stage play, in which he became the protagonist. What lay ahead could be a delightful surprise, or a depressing disappointment.

Normally, old hands treat newcomers in this way: just when you are full of confidence and ready to make great achievements, they choose to leave you aside and let you sit on the bench; when you are discouraged, they suddenly throw out a tempting bait, allowing you to only taste a little sweetness.

"Yuemin, you are such a patient child." Chen Yijun walked into the room holding a plate of cut fruits, his eyes full of care.

"Mom, don't worry, I have plenty of patience." Zhong Yuemin took the fruit plate, picked up an apple and handed it to Xiao Haichen beside him.

However, the little guy seemed to have a grudge against Zhong Yuemin, and for some reason he was always dissatisfied with him. Facing the apple handed to him by Zhong Yuemin, the little guy responded arrogantly, "No, I can take it myself."

"Hey, kid, you're getting too far. If I were in my old temper, do you believe I would give you two a big slap?" Zhong Yuemin said to his son Xiao Haichen in a stern manner, with a smile on his lips.

Xiao Haichen was a smart kid. He knew his father was teasing him as soon as his two black eyes rolled. He blinked and suddenly shouted, "Grandma, come quickly, my dad is going to beat me!"

"Fuck, you little bastard!" Yuemin almost laughed out loud when he heard this. This little guy is really a mischievous kid. He was just about to continue teasing his son when Chen Yijun came over after hearing the voice.

"Yuemin, why do you always tease him?" Chen Yijun said as he lovingly patted Xiao Haichen's head. "How can a child understand these things? Don't scare him."

"No, Mom, you..."

At this moment, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the door of the living room, which was originally closed, was suddenly slammed open, and Song Xiangjun rushed in with an angry face.

There were a few crystal clear beads of sweat on Song Xiangjun's forehead, and her clothes were a little messy, as if she had just experienced a fierce chase.

When Song Xiangjun's eyes fell on Zhong Yuemin, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, the anger in her heart was instantly ignited and burned more fiercely.

"Zhong Yuemin, Zhong Yuemin, you are really awesome!" Song Xiangjun shouted with gritted teeth, her voice trembling with anger. "I have been looking for your whereabouts everywhere, running almost all over the city, and I am exhausted, but you are so good that you actually have the leisure to rest here leisurely!"

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but look embarrassed in the face of Song Xiangjun's aggressive questioning. He slowly stood up from the sofa, scratching the back of his head, and tried to explain to the other party with a wry smile. "Teacher Song, please don't get angry first, listen to me... Actually, it was Director Wang who asked me to wait for news here. I went to the school every day these days, but I didn't find any new situation."

"Waiting for news? How dare you say that!"

Song Xiangjun was so angry that her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were wide open. She glared at Zhong Yuemin and continued to scold him, "Where is the propaganda column of the Organization Department? Don't you know? They posted the notice yesterday, but you, a fool, just ignored it!"

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin was stunned and stood there for a while, not knowing what to do. He never dreamed that he would be so careless and miss such crucial information for no reason.

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin felt extremely embarrassed and regretful for his stupid behavior. He could only subconsciously raise his hand to touch the tip of his nose, with a deep feeling of self-blame and regret on his face.

"I...I really don't know." Zhong Yuemin's voice was a little low and a little guilty, as if he was trying to excuse himself.

"Okay, let's not talk about who is responsible for this for now." Song Xiangjun took a deep breath, trying to restrain and adjust her inner dissatisfaction, and tried to keep her tone calm.

Zhong Yuemin nodded silently, but in fact, his heart was already in turmoil. He never expected that his first job would be so unsuccessful, and he was even teased and tricked by others!

As the saying goes, he who does not seek revenge is not a gentleman. At this moment, he secretly vowed that he must find a suitable opportunity to save his face and avenge his previous humiliation no matter what!

"Teacher Song, thank you very much for telling me about this." Zhong Yuemin thanked the other party with sincerity and gratitude.

"Don't be so polite to me. The problem is that you lack the ability to observe details." Song Xiangjun responded indifferently. "However, I hope you can learn from this experience and be more careful in the future."

Zhong Yuemin nodded again, indicating that he agreed with what Song Xiangjun said. Although this experience made him feel embarrassed and regretful, it also made him deeply aware of his many shortcomings and deficiencies.

"Teacher Song, what should I do now?" Zhong Yuemin was a little at a loss.

"What should we do? Hurry to the Economics Department office!" Although Song Xiangjun's voice still contained some blame, it was more of concern and reminder.

Zhong Yuemin did not dare to delay and immediately set off for the Economics Department office. Along the way, Zhong Yuemin's mood can be said to be mixed. He had not even officially entered the workplace yet! He was taught a lesson.

The office of the director of the Economics Department is located on the third floor of the teaching building. Zhong Yuemin found the door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A deep voice came from inside the door.

Zhong Yuemin pushed the door open and saw a man in his thirties sitting at the desk. Although he was not very old, his face was full of wrinkles and his complexion was dark. He looked like an old farmer who came out of the fields.

"You are Zhong Yuemin, right?" The man raised his head and looked Zhong Yuemin up and down, with a sense of majesty in his voice.

"Yes, Director Li." Zhong Yuemin replied respectfully.

"I know your situation." Director Li nodded. "From student to teacher is a mental transition. I hope you can adjust yourself as soon as possible and integrate into our team."

"Thank you, Director Li. I will try my best." Zhong Yuemin quickly stood up, expressing his seriousness and enthusiasm for this job.

Director Li nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "Our Economics Department is still mainly composed of experienced old teachers. Young forces like you are relatively scarce! Your arrival has undoubtedly brought a breath of fresh vitality to our team!"

After saying this, Director Li smiled with satisfaction. Then, he added enthusiastically, "If you encounter any confusion or problems in the future, you can always come to me to discuss. Of course, other colleagues are also very happy to provide help!"

"Okay, thank you so much, Director Li!"

Immediately afterwards, Director Li personally took Zhong Yuemin to the arranged desk and instructed him to go to the relevant department to collect the required teaching materials, teaching aids and other items.

When he took the heavy pile of materials with both hands, Zhong Yuemin felt a strong sense of freshness and mission. He knew that from this moment on, he had shouldered the sacred and solemn responsibility of teaching and educating people.

Thinking back to the cynical and free-spirited self in the past, and how I can now stand on the podium and become a respected teacher, I can't help but feel deeply moved.

When he thought that he would be addressed as "teacher" in the future, the corners of Zhong Yuemin's mouth could not help but rise slightly.