Rebirth in 1987, the fierce wife is not to be messed with!

Dong Yuehe's eyes flickered as she said, "How could there be such a bad person..."

Yuan Yuan said: "Even if there is nothing, it is still very annoying. With such a big thing at hand, it is better to have less trouble than more!"

After thinking it over carefully, Dong Yuehe couldn't help but mutter: "Your words are very harsh, but it is indeed true..."

They still take the bus to town.

As soon as Dong Yuehe got on the bus, she took off her suit jacket and held it carefully in her arms. She didn't put it on again until she got off the bus. Even so, the jacket was wrinkled in several places.

The teacher and the student walked to the town's central primary school for the trial class. They were sweating under the scorching sun. When they reached the gate of the central primary school, the dozen or so people waiting at the gate all looked at them.

But they didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly, with the contempt and ridicule in their eyes, not concealed at all. People with weaker psychological quality would find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Yuan Yuan had a strong mentality and treated them all as invisible. Dong Yuehe held her arm and she walked crookedly at first, but later it became normal. When they arrived at the door, the security guard asked, "What are you doing?"

Dong Yuehe said softly, "I'm here for a trial class."

There was a sudden burst of laughter behind me, which sounded surprised and ambiguous.

The security guard looked at Yuan Yuan and said in a reproachful tone: "Little girl, you are already so grown up. You still need your mother to accompany you to come for a job interview. You are really spoiled!"

Yuan Yuan blinked, confused. Dong Yuehe stepped forward and said, "Comrade, I'm here to try out the class."

The laughter behind me suddenly stopped.

A young female voice said in disbelief: "No way, you are so old, and you are still here for a trial class?"

The young woman didn't intend to avoid anyone, and her voice was so loud that everyone heard it and echoed it: "You are dressed in wrinkled clothes and don't care about your appearance at all. You still want to teach in the Central Primary School?"

“This time anyone can come for the interview.”

"It doesn't matter. I'm just running with you anyway."

The discussions became louder and more outrageous, and Dong Yuehe broke out in a cold sweat again. Yuan Yuan, who had just filled out the entry and exit form at the security guard, gave her a reassuring look.

Dong Yuehe calmed down, smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the group walked into the campus. The Central Primary School is the most powerful key school in the county, with a spacious and beautiful campus. Walking along the straight tree-lined avenue, passing two spacious hard-bottomed basketball courts, there are two rows of buildings in front of us, one three-story and one two-story, both inlaid with beautiful mosaics. This is the teaching building.

Behind the teaching building, there are stairs leading up the hillside. I heard there is a swimming pool up there. This is the only primary school in the county that has a swimming pool.

When I got to the bottom of the teaching building, a staff member stopped me and said, "If you are not the teacher who is giving the trial class, please stay."

So Yuan Yuan and three or four other people were stopped at the bottom of the teaching building. Yuan Yuan found that after Dong Yuehe entered the teaching building, she was no longer nervous. She felt relaxed and even her steps were much lighter. She wanted to find the reason, but she couldn't find it. She was still immersed in her own thoughts when someone called her, "Your mother is so old, why is she still here for a trial class? What did she do before?"

She turned around and saw a middle-aged woman she didn't recognize. She was dressed very fashionably and looked like a pampered lady from a county town. She said, "I don't do anything. I've been a substitute teacher. Now that I have the opportunity, I want to become a regular teacher."

The middle-aged woman opened her mouth exaggeratedly, her round chin almost dropping to the ground: "A substitute teacher wants to be promoted to a regular teacher? Do you know any leaders in your family?"

Yuan Yuan shook her head.

The middle-aged woman didn't believe it. "I know, it's definitely hard to say. It's harder than climbing to the sky for a substitute teacher without connections to become a regular teacher! You must have found someone to sign up. Right?"

Yuan Yuan: “…”

She smiled and said, "We don't really have any connections. But I...my mother-in-law, she is a very good teacher, and her students are all over the world."

The middle-aged woman blinked her eyes and said, "The teaching quality is good? Elementary school students only learn a few pages of books, what kind of teaching quality do you need? But your family is not well off, right? You dress decently, but you squeezed into the bus and even the best clothes would be ruined. You shouldn't save this little money and take a tricycle."

Taxis are still rare in the county, but there are already a large number of illegal taxis and three-wheeled passenger vehicles commonly known as "bengbeng cars." Yuan Yuan said: "We came from the countryside, and there are no pengbeng cars."

The middle-aged woman was even more shocked. "Ah?! From the countryside?! You are really crazy! You don't know your own limitations! You are a substitute teacher from the countryside, and you want to work in the central primary school?!"

She spoke so loudly that she startled the other people who were chatting on the other side. Before Yuan Yuan could stop her, the middle-aged woman greeted them in a familiar manner: "Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Chen, Mrs. Tan, this girl is really interesting. She is an older substitute teacher from the countryside. I don't know how she got the qualification to give a trial class, but she actually dared to come here for a trial class."

"Isn't this just running with me? I just said that."

"Sister, your mother is overestimating herself. The only people who can go to the trial class today are either this year's normal school students or the children of the county. It's really wishful thinking!"

"Learn your lesson from now on. If something doesn't belong to you, don't even think about it. This time, it's just a formality."

Several middle-aged women surrounded Yuan Yuan and started laughing loudly. Even the fat woman at the beginning changed her relatively friendly attitude and joined in the laughter. Yuan Yuan couldn't escape or hide, so she was speechless. She simply stopped pretending to be polite and said softly, "You keep talking about connections and so on. I'm young and don't know anything. But my mother-in-law will definitely pass the trial class."

Mrs. Chen said, "Why? Because she was dressed shabbily? Because she smelled of mud?"

The fat lady said, "It should be because she teaches well? I said, no matter how good she is at teaching, can she be as good as a normal school graduate?"

Mrs. Zhang said, "It's the kind of talk that a country bumpkin who has never seen the world can give!"

Just then the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and a guide led the students for the trial class in one after another.

Yuan Yuan saw Dong Yuehe, who was walking behind the guide, with a calm face. Their eyes met from a distance, and suddenly, Dong Yuehe blinked at her quickly. Yuan Yuan felt relieved, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Seeing that the guide had no intention of stopping and was leading people straight ahead, the fat lady stopped the guide and asked, "Xiao Liu, what are you doing now?"

The head looks familiar.