Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Only after finishing the meal did Ding Yi announce the news.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, starting tomorrow, I will no longer live at home."

"Why?" Uncle Bu stared, put down his chopsticks, and glanced at his wife. He wondered if his niece was still upset about what happened in the morning.

"Do you know the Provincial Girls' High School? Xifeng went there. It's a bit far from here. I found a job there. It's inconvenient to go back and forth, so I stayed at the school."

"Provincial Girls' Middle School?" Little cousin Bu Canyan exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she looked at this unfamiliar older cousin for the first time. "Cousin Canhua, is this the Provincial Girls' Middle School I know?"

Ding Yi nodded, "There is no duplicate name, it should be."

Bu Canyan put down the bowl and squeezed next to Ding Yi, blinking her eyes, "Cousin Canhua, can I go to the Provincial Girls' Middle School?"

Ding Yi shook his head. "I don't know. You have to ask Uncle San and Aunt San. I'm just an ordinary person and can't make the decision."

"Oh," Bu Canyan's face instantly fell, and she let go of Ding Yi's arm, "That's true, my eldest cousin doesn't know how to do anything, I guess she can only cook and clean."

"You're right." Ding Yi nodded, looking serious.

If you pretend a little longer, she will take it seriously and start thinking of a solution.

Why not install it?

Is she not worthy?

The next day, Ding Yi picked up a small bag, leisurely left Bu's house and headed for the Provincial Girls' Middle School.

The guard had seen her yesterday, and had also seen her accompanied by Zhang Qingchang himself. He smiled and walked up to her, "Teacher Bu, is it heavy? Let me help you carry it."

Ding Yi looked at the small bag in his hand, then at the young man opposite him with wrinkled smile, and decisively refused: "No need."

The guard's expression froze. Is he so unique?

Ding Yi walked straight towards the dormitory, bypassing the guard.

The dormitory of the Provincial Girls' Middle School was quite good and few people chose to stay there, so Ding Yi directly occupied the entire dormitory.

Every day I go to see the young and beautiful female students, walk around the school, and then eat for free in the cafeteria provided by the school.

After a few days, Ding Yi finally remembered that she was here to be a teacher, so why didn't she have any classes assigned to her?

If you don't make arrangements, you will become a freeloader.

This is not okay.

Ding Yi immediately found Zhang Qingchang.

"Director Zhang, I'm already here at school, how can I do nothing?"

Ding Yi was wearing a neat suit, a white shirt and black pants, with a small pistol on his waist, the model of which could not be identified.

Zhang Changqing sat behind his desk, rubbing his thighs with his hands, his eyes flashing across Ding Yi's waist.

Zhang Qingchang smiled in a friendly and amiable manner.

"Teacher Bu, you are a new teacher. If you want to teach, the syllabus needs to be adjusted. Don't be anxious. Just wait for a while."

If we wait for a while, the principal's distant cousin, Marshal Chu, will come back. How can a provincial girls' middle school be unable to deal with a little girl?

Ding Yi frowned. There was something wrong with Zhang Qingchang's attitude. He seemed to be determined to win.

What a fake smile.

Without saying a word, Ding Yi took the initiative and took Zhang Qingchang to find the director of studies Fang Wanyi.

Fang Wanyi is in her thirties and has taken good care of herself, so she looks younger than Ding Yi.

Ding Yi got straight to the point, "Director Fang, I'm the new teacher Bu Canhua. I'm sure you've heard of me. It's our first meeting. I hope you're doing well."

Fang Wanyi was putting on makeup when she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Her hand shook and her lipstick slipped out, leaving a mark at the corner of her mouth.

Before she could scold him, Fang Wanyi saw Ding Yi blowing on the gun barrel in a rogue manner, stroking it gently like a lover.

"Director Fang, you can doubt my knowledge, but you can't doubt my character. I came to the Provincial Girls' Middle School to be a teacher, not to eat for free. I'm afraid it's not good for the school to ignore me and treat a passionate young man like me like this."

With a pale face, Fang Wanyi glanced at Zhang Qingchang, who shook his head slightly.

"Bu...Mr. Bu, right? Which subject Mr. Bu is good at? I'll arrange it right away."

Ding Yi smiled and said, this is a good idea. Not bad, really good, there is something to play with.

"I've covered all of them. It's up to you."

He found a seat and sat down, his posture casual, taking the lead as if he were at home.

He took a look at the bodyguard standing behind Fang Wanyi. He had bulging muscles and looked very skilled.

The lady goes out to experience life and the equipment is quite complete.

With just one look, the bodyguard froze in place, his pupils shrinking.

Fang Wanyi suddenly felt something was wrong, and the words that were about to come out of her mouth were choked back in an instant.

The Provincial Girls' High School, also known as the Noble High School, has students who are either rich or noble.

Unless necessary, never damage it.

Ding Yi, like a hunter, holding a shotgun, entered the wolf circle guarded by the shepherd.

In order not to alert the enemy, the shepherd did not dare to shoot for fear of disturbing the lambs.

Unexpectedly, as they gave in step by step, the other side became more and more aggressive.

Fang Wanyi and Zhang Qingchang looked at each other secretly. Zhang Qingchang nodded first, then shook his head.

Pulling out a tissue and gently wiping her cheek, Fang Wanyi stood up gracefully. Her tight-fitting cheongsam wrapped around her exquisite figure. When she moved, all that was left was her graceful demeanor.

Ding Yi smiled slightly. She had originally only intended to use the Provincial Girls' High School as a transition, but she had not expected that things would become more and more interesting.

Well, play with them.

Ding Yi felt a little strange. Looking at Fang Wanyi's expression, she seemed to know her.

After searching through all of Bu Canhua's memories, there was no trace of Fang Wanyi. Even her name was heard by Ding Yi.

"Director Fang, do you know me?"

Instead of guessing, it’s better to ask directly.

Fang Wanyi's expression froze, and for a moment she became distorted, revealing the true signs of a woman in her thirties.

"Teacher Bu, you are joking. You are a teacher at the Provincial Girls' Middle School, and I am the Dean of Studies at the Provincial Girls' Middle School. How could I not know the teachers at the Provincial Girls' Middle School?"

One word has many meanings, so understand the meaning.

"No, no, no, Director Fang misunderstood me. What I meant was that Director Fang knew me, Bu Canhua, or at least had heard of the name Bu Canhua. It had nothing to do with being a teacher at the Provincial Girls' Middle School."

Looking closely, Fang Wanyi was indeed not young, and the pores covered by makeup were infinitely magnified in Ding Yi's eyes.

"During this period, I have never met Director Fang, and Director Fang probably has never met me either. As for why Director Fang knows me, it should be..."

Ding Yi smiled meaningfully.

"You know someone who is known to both you and me, and he knows about my existence. Let me think, who could it be?"

A look of surprise flashed across Fang Wanyi's face, and Ding Yi became more certain of his guess.

"It's my ex-husband Zhang Chang who died."

Ding Yi hit the nail on the head. Fang Wanyi's face turned panicky. She looked at him in amazement, unable to believe that he had guessed the truth so easily.

"Let me guess again, how did Director Fang get to know Zhang Chang through someone else?"

With his hands resting leisurely on the armrests of the chair, Ding Yi's eyes were burning.