Siheyuan: All the birds want to die, I enjoy happiness

After entering the office, Yan Bugui walked behind and, after making sure the door was closed, smiled and said to Su Xingchen, "Sit down, sit down. There's only the two of us, so don't be shy. I'll pour you a glass of water, and I'll arrange for you to teach a class later."

"Alright, Director Yan." This time, Su Xingchen didn't call him "Third Uncle," since everyone knows to use titles when working!

"Alright, alright, I'm telling you, stay away from that old Gao by the door. If you can ignore him, just ignore him." Yan Bugui brewed a cup of tea for Su Xingchen and then said.

"What's wrong? Is there something in here that I don't know about?" Su Xingchen asked, picking up his teacup. After all, he really couldn't see anything wrong with the old man at the door.

“Hey, this position was originally for his grandson. He’s the vice principal’s father-in-law. Do you think he could be happy about that?” Yan Bugui shook his head and said.

"Well, I see. I told you you'd better watch out for people like that. These smiling tigers might just do something underhanded behind your back," Su Xingchen said, taking a sip of tea.

“Who says otherwise? But I’m not worried at all. We’re upright, so we’re not afraid of people like him. Alright, alright, let’s not talk about him for now. Let’s talk about your internship arrangements first. I’ve never asked you which subject you’re good at, or if there’s any subject you’d like to teach.” Yan Bugui waved his hand and said.

Su Xingchen's greatest strength right now is, of course, various foreign languages, but he doesn't know if the school requires Russian. He wouldn't dare teach other foreign languages ​​either; these days, who would believe a student who claims to be so good at foreign languages? In that case, even his father might not be able to protect him.

So Su Xingchen thought for a moment and said, "My Chinese is not bad, but the others are just so-so."

"Chinese language? Our school doesn't have a shortage of Chinese language teachers right now. How about Russian? Our school is a bit short of Russian language teachers right now, which is why the school has brought in your group of students." Yan Bugui nodded and said.

"Russian... it's not that I can't teach it, but I'm afraid I might mislead students." Su Xingchen said, pretending to be embarrassed. He was joking, the language talent the system gave him was no joke. He could even communicate with native Russians without any problem.

More importantly, the Russian that Su Xingchen was learning had a dialectal flavor, just like our dialects. Other languages ​​also have their own dialects. Su Xingchen thought that even if he were to teach others, he could teach them that rustic, somewhat unsound, and slightly off-key way, which wouldn't affect him much.

"It's alright. You've already studied, and I've seen your transcript. There's no problem. Okay, I'll take you to find a class first. The rest of the interns arrived yesterday, and many of them will be living in the school dorms. They've already been assigned rooms," Yan Bugui explained.

Su Xingchen lives nearby, so of course she doesn't need to live here. But there are many people who are not from the city, but from the countryside, and some are not even from the outskirts of Beijing. Of course, they can only live in the dormitory.