The programmer and his woman

I was wondering what that single guy said today. He couldn't fall asleep if he stayed up late here.

"Wang Dong, I ate too much salt for dinner today and drank too much water. I want to go to the bathroom now." Xiao Xia said helplessly.

"Oh, then why don't you go?" I asked puzzled.

Xiaoxia looked outside and saw that it was pitch black. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "It's too dark outside. I don't dare to go alone. Wang Dong, can you go with me?"

I looked at Xiaoxia's embarrassed expression and couldn't help laughing: "Xiaoxia, why are you so timid? But never mind, I just drank too much water, let's go together."

So the two of us groped our way to the bathroom door in the dark. I listened carefully and heard the sound of water splashing inside.

"Wang Dong, listen, there seems to be someone in the toilet." Xiao Xia said in a low voice.

"Yeah, it sounds like taking a shower." I heard it too.

"What should we do? We're still waiting." Xiaoxia was a little anxious.

"There's no other way. Let's wait outside first," I suggested.

We stood at the bathroom door, looking in from time to time, but the person inside didn't seem to show any signs of coming out.

Xiaoxia began to feel that her bladder was becoming more and more unbearable.

"Wang Dong, why haven't the people inside come out yet? I feel like I can't hold it any longer." Xiao Xia said anxiously.

"Just bear with it for a while, it might come out soon." I comforted him.

However, we waited for 20 minutes and there was still no movement from the person inside. Xiaoxia began to feel desperate.

"Wang Dong, we've been waiting for so long, why haven't they come out yet?" Xiao Xia looked like she was about to cry.

"Please bear it for a while. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable." My voice trembled a little.

Just when we were about to collapse, I suddenly said, "Xiao Xia, let's go to another place."

"Where are you going?" Xiaoxia asked puzzledly.

"Go to the stairwell. You can't wait here forever. And look around. There is no public toilet." I pointed outside.

Although it felt a bit embarrassing, there was no other way at the moment. The stairwell was a relatively private place after all.

When I arrived at the stairwell, I smelled it and found that someone had already done the same thing as me. It seems that what we did was not an isolated phenomenon.

But I am a person who has received higher education. Although I know this is very uncivilized, what else can I do? I can't let a living person die from holding his urine.

So I took off my shorts and peed towards the corner. Oh, it felt so good. Today was the first time I found that being able to pee could be such a happy thing. After I finished peeing, I looked at Xiaoxia with a sense of relief. It seemed that she still hadn't made up her mind. However, after she saw me finish peeing, she felt even more uncomfortable.

I advised her: "Okay, Xiaoxia, put aside your shame, or you will really pee in your pants."

I saw that she was blushing, not knowing whether she was holding it in or was embarrassed, and she said, "How can we women be like you men? Can you help me go back and see if the person who is taking a shower inside has come out?"

"Oh, OK," I heard Xiaoxia say, and immediately rushed back to the house to take a look. The sound of water was still ringing. I shook my head, and then ran back to tell Xiaoxia.

This time she finally made up her mind, took off her pants and squatted in the corner to drain the water. The amount of water was quite large, flowing down several steps. I bent down and looked at Xiaoxia: "How much water have you stored? It's been so long and it's still not drained."

"Oh, stop looking." Xiaoxia said embarrassedly when we were playing.

At this time, I heard someone on the first floor opening the door of the stairwell. This person might be going upstairs.

"Oh no, Xiaoxia, someone might be coming up." I shouted nervously.

At this moment, I felt nervous when I saw Xiaoxia with her butt facing the stairs. She hadn't finished draining yet, and there was no way she could pull up her shorts. If she didn't, the man would be able to see Xiaoxia when he opened the door, and she would probably be embarrassed this time.

At this time, the elevator made a "ding" sound, and the door that was half opened was closed again. Oh, he must have heard the elevator arrive and took the elevator to go upstairs.

"Wang Dong scared me to death just now, but luckily nothing happened." She said, patting her chest.

Now I can finally sleep peacefully. At this time, the sound of showering is still going on. I think to myself that it’s a good thing I didn’t wait any longer. This person has probably been showering for an hour.

When I woke up the next day, I didn't know what time it was. This kind of room makes it hard to tell whether it is day or night. I opened my phone and looked at the time. Oh, it's morning already. It's almost time to get up. I have to report to school today.

After getting dressed and preparing to go to the bathroom to wash up before work, as soon as I opened the door, I saw the single man who lived in the kitchen rushing towards the bathroom with a full bucket of oil in his hand.

I thought to myself that he really lived in the kitchen, carrying a bucket of oil to cook in the morning. Oh, that's not right, he lived in the kitchen to cook, why would he go to the toilet?

I saw him go to the toilet, so I could only wait for him to come out and wash up. After a while, I saw him come back with the oil barrel, but the full barrel of oil was gone. What happened? He poured all the oil into the toilet. A barrel of oil is not cheap, so it's a waste. Oh, I suddenly understood, it's not oil, although the color is very similar, worthy of being a senior, he has his own way of dealing with it.

At this time, he saw me holding a toothbrush and preparing to go wash up, so he said to me: "Go quickly, it's a good opportunity, there's no one here at the moment."

Ah! What? His expression seemed to be saying, "Go quickly, there's a lot of money in the toilet, hurry up and grab it, or else it will be taken away by others." Why does this guy seem crazy? I really don't understand.

"Xiao Xia, I just learned a trick that can solve my problem of going to the bathroom to pee at night. I saw the man in that room using an oil barrel to collect urine in the room." I said mysteriously.

“Use an oil barrel? How do you put it in?” She imagined the scene in her mind and burst into laughter. She said, “Then I’ll prepare an oil barrel for you next time.”

"Oh, they use a five-liter oil drum," I explained.

"Then I'll also prepare a five-liter oil barrel for you." She smiled even more happily at this time and continued, "No wonder he can't find a girlfriend and is still single."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." I ignored her at this time and walked towards the bathroom with a toothbrush and towel. As soon as I turned the corner, I saw that the person closest to the bathroom opened the door and went into the bathroom first.

I thought to myself, it’s over, I’m a step too late, I’ll come back later, and then I went back with the toothbrush and towel.

"Wang Dong, why are you back again?" Xiao Xia looked at me suspiciously, with a puzzled look in her eyes. I explained innocently, "There's someone in the bathroom, I have to wait a while before I can go in." After that, I sat on the bed in the room with nothing to do, secretly praying in my heart that the person inside would come out quickly.

After waiting for a while, I couldn't hold back my anxiety and decided to go to the bathroom again to check. However, when I gently pushed open the door, the scene in front of me shocked me - I saw a long queue at the door of the empty bathroom! In just a few minutes, four people gathered here!

The guy standing at the end of the line seemed to notice my presence. He waved at me enthusiastically and shouted, "Hey, you just moved into this room, right? Come over and line up behind me!"

Until this moment, I finally understood why the single man showed such an ecstatic expression when he told me that the bathroom was empty. It turned out that he had known that there would be such a spectacular queue later!

For a moment, I was in a dilemma. Should I follow that person's advice and queue up? If I had chosen to stay where I was, I would still be the first person to use the bathroom; but now, after only waiting for two or three minutes, my ranking has dropped to fifth, which is really unacceptable. After thinking for a while, I gritted my teeth and made a decision: I simply won't wash up today!

"Xiao Xia, I'm going out first. You stay at home by yourself. If anything happens, remember to call me in time." After hurriedly saying a few words, I put on my computer without brushing my teeth or washing my face, and left home with a depressed heart.

The teachers' office in this school is different from that of my previous school. It is a bit like the one in a software company. Each person has a workstation, and the principal arranged me to sit next to Mr. Wen, who teaches mobile games.

"Teacher Wang, there is a new class starting tomorrow, and you will be the one teaching it." The principal looked at me and said earnestly.

"Okay, Principal." I nodded and then asked, "As for the courseware, will you provide it, or will you use the ones I already have?"

The principal smiled and replied, "Our course systems are consistent and the content we teach is roughly the same, so you can just use your existing courseware."

"I see. Thank you, principal." I thanked him and thought to myself, "It seems that the school's enrollment has been going quite smoothly so far! There is even a new class about to start." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look around. As expected, the people present should be the teachers, and the enrollment staff were not here.

There are several teachers here whom I met last time. For example, Mr. Wu, who is diagonally opposite me, should be an art teacher after observation. In fact, I guessed that he was an art teacher as soon as we met, because those who teach art like to have long hair. The same is true for this art teacher. It’s just that this teacher looks very old, probably almost forty years old. Most importantly, he looks too scary, with a dark face, thick lips, and upturned nostrils. The first sight of him reminded me of the gorilla in the zoo.

In front of him was a tall, thin male teacher with a gentle appearance. I was not familiar with him and this was the first time I met him. I didn't know what class he taught, but from the way he talked, I could feel that he was at least a pretentious person.

Right in front of me was a fat female teacher. Judging from the page open on her computer, she should also be teaching art.

In front of her was another teacher teaching mobile games. This teacher was relatively old, probably in his thirties.

There is another row behind me, but there is no one there. Judging from the workstations, there should be someone here, but not here right now. I thought about it and if I guessed correctly, it should be the teacher who teaches online games, but he seems to be absent often.

At the end of this day, I found that the working atmosphere here is not very good. There is basically no communication among us, and everyone seems very aloof and arrogant.

The principal often comes to our room, but every time he comes he looks for the tall, thin, bespectacled gentleman teacher sitting in the first row. To me, he feels more like the principal's assistant, and the principal likes to discuss everything with him.

When I had nothing to do, I went to other rooms and found the counselor's office. It turns out that teachers and counselors were mixed together in our place, but not here. The counselors had a separate office, and there were a lot of people. It was not like ours where there were only one or two people. Here there were a room full of counselors, but I found that they rarely answered or made phone calls, but were always chatting on QQ.

At first I thought they were chatting because there were so many people around and they had nothing to do. After I walked over to them and watched for a while, I found out that they were chatting with some counseling students. Each of these counselors has many QQ groups, and the groups are also full of people.

After looking for a while, I found that the school has its own website, but the function of the website is to allow visitors to add the school’s counselors through QQ for further conversion.

Looking at the number of consultations on QQ, you can tell that the school has mainly invested its money in Baidu promotion. When you search for content related to game training, the school's website will be displayed first, even higher than that of the headquarters.

I asked why there were so many students here and so many classes. Our previous school only recruited students locally and placed advertisements in local newspapers, but here we recruit students nationwide. The counselors are also responsible for picking up people at the train station to study here, and arranging accommodation and other one-stop services for the students.

I watched the chat between their consultants and students in this office for a while, and it gave me a bad feeling. Instead of calling them consultants, it is better to call them sales. I think everyone should know that sales will try every possible means to sell something. I think the biggest difference between sales and consultants is that consultants are passive, and students will only ask you if they want to learn, but sales is different. She needs to use various methods to convert those who want to learn or even those who clicked in by mistake into students of the school.

This commercial operation makes me feel uncomfortable. Education should be sacred, and it is related to a person's growth and future. But here, I see that education has been coerced by money and interests and has become a transaction and a commodity.

So I decided to leave this office. I didn't want to stay here any longer and didn't want to be affected by this commercial atmosphere.