Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"No need. We are not the type that cares about formalities. Strength is the most important thing. We will ask another teacher to test you later." said the aunt.

Having said that, the aunt has actually already accepted her half way.

This resume is handwritten. You can tell she has good skills in hard pen writing, so her calligraphy skills should not be too bad either.

"Row!"

She didn't believe that any teacher could be stricter than Erdi.

Jingzhi never expected that the teacher was not strict and his assessment method was quite unconventional.

After they crossed the zebra crossing and walked around the building on the cobblestone path on the right, they could see the gate of Maria Middle School on the next street.

It was class time at this time, and the door was quiet. She inexplicably thought of the group of Liang family teenagers who were teleported to an unknown place by Lin Jiu.

I don’t know where they went.

After a few seconds of reminiscing, the old lady patted her shoulder and pointed to a small two-story Chinese-style courtyard on the right side of the school. On the old wooden sign at the door, a few large characters were written in a flamboyant style: "Han Mo Calligraphy."

You can tell at first glance that it was handwritten by a famous artist.

Jingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself:

She didn't know if it was because she was used to seeing Lin Jiu's elegant cursive script, but she thought Lin Jiu's handwriting was the most beautiful.

"The first floor is the reception and lounge, and the second floor is the classroom. She's probably in class right now. Wait here for a moment, I'll go up and call her."

The aunt took a paper cup and filled it with warm water next to the sofa and handed it to her, then walked upstairs with the plastic bag.

The place for practicing calligraphy is different from other types of training places. The air is filled with the fragrance of ink.

On the left side of the entrance, there is a wall of works with award-winning excellent works and photos of teachers and students.

Moreover, there was a vertical scroll hanging on the wall every few steps. Based on the traces of ink indentations, Jingzhi concluded that it was not printed but entirely handwritten.

That’s pretty cool.

"Gao Doudou? That's a pretty cute name."

Jingzhi stretched out his hands to block the light from the overhead lamp, leaned close to the glass and looked at the signature in the lower left corner, muttering softly.

"Who's calling me?"

A vigorous female voice sounded from behind her.

Jingzhi looked back and saw a lively girl with a ponytail, a melon-shaped face and big eyes standing on the stairs, looking at her with a sweet smile.

Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, then she realized that the smell of ink in the air was much stronger.

Her eyes instantly moved from Doudou's face to the thing she was holding in her left hand.

This is the same size as a mop, so it's a brush, right?

Doudou waved to Jingzhi, "Come up, it's break time now, let's go to the classroom to write. If I think it's okay, you can come to work tomorrow."

"it is good."

After reaching the second floor, before she could stand firmly, another brush more than one meter long flew towards her.

Jingzhi took a step back with her right foot to prevent the ink from splashing all over her. When the brush was almost passing over her body, she slowly reached out and grabbed the brush handle.

Wow, the little sister is quite strong.

Jingzhi raised her eyebrows slightly, but saw that Doudou raised hers even higher, her eyes full of interest. "I've read your resume. If you know martial arts..."

She kicked away the huge scroll prepared on the ground and said, "Train a few moves with me and write a few words while you're at it."

She leaned over, slowly resting her elbows on the table next to her, holding her face and saying provocatively, "It's so simple, you won't refuse, right?"

The old lady felt a headache and smiled at Jingzhi a little embarrassedly, "I have watched Doudou grow up since she was a child. After she graduated, she became a teacher here. She has no other hobbies except studying martial arts. Please bear with her."

As she spoke, she glared at Doudou and said, "I'm here to apply for the calligraphy teacher position. Who wants to compete with you?!"

Doudou walked out from behind the table, stroking his chin as he approached Auntie and Jingzhi. "Auntie Min, you said it yourself, a new teacher needs to get along with me. Just go through a few moves and cultivate some feelings~"

Auntie, or Aunt Min as Doudou called her, opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Jingzhi smiled and clasped his fists towards Doudou, "I don't care, just don't hold a grudge against me."

"Oh? It seems you are very confident in your own abilities?"

Aunt Min had never seen Jingzhi fight, but she had seen Doudou fight many times. She was worried that someone who came to apply for the job would be beaten away by Doudou.

"Ms. Lin, Doudou is a black belt in Taekwondo, so be careful!"

Jingzhi's lips curled up slightly, "Auntie, my resume...is not exaggerated at all!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she used the pen in her hand as a stick and swept it across with force.

Doudou reached out to catch it, but was forced to take a step back by the force. His expression immediately changed from nonchalant to solemn.

Damn girl, you are quite strong!

The shock made her hand hurt.

Doudou stopped smiling and the smile shifted to Jingzhi's face.

"How is it? Still competing?" Jingzhi asked.

"Compete!" The fire of war burned in Doudou's eyes.

A minute later, four big words were written on the scroll on the ground - Calm your mind and concentrate your energy.

Aunt Min couldn't close her mouth again.

The bespectacled student in the corner of the classroom had a face full of black spots and looked hopeless.

Jingzhi held Doudou's waist with one hand and pinched the ankle of Doudou's right leg as it kicked upwards with the other hand, "Are you okay?"

“…Let me go!”

Jingzhi let go of his hand, and Doudou immediately took two steps back, crossing his hands and raising them in front of his chest.

"Are you still hitting me? I've finished writing." Jingzhi scratched his face, asked helplessly, and pointed to the words on the ground.

Doudou quickly lowered his head to take a look, then quickly turned his head back as if afraid of Jingzhi's sneak attack.

But she never expected that Jingzhi was already standing in front of her and raised his hand towards her.

"You stole X..."

Before he could even utter the word "击", Doudou was stunned.

The gentle wiping action on her face made her stiffen all over, and the gentleness and tolerance on Jingzhi's face made her a little confused and shy.

Jingzhi took back the handkerchief and showed it to her with a smile, "I didn't attack you by surprise. Look, there are ink spots on your face. Girls should be clean."

Doudou put down his hand awkwardly, turned his head and said to Aunt Min behind Jingzhi:

"I think she'll just have to fight for a long time. Come to work tomorrow!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her soft cheek was gently pinched.

Jingzhi twitched his lips and said, "Dou, do you want to be beaten again?"

Aunt Min quickly came over to act as a go-between. "Haha, Jingzhi, she's still young and outspoken. Please bear with her. Come down with me and I'll arrange a class schedule for you. By the way, can we talk about the salary and benefits?"

"Row."

After Jingzhi left, the bespectacled boy who had followed Doudou for two semesters walked up to her with a gloating look on his face, "Teacher, I can't beat you in writing, and I can't beat you in beating. I think you're going to be embarrassed~"

Doudou was rarely angry. She touched her face and looked at the figure at the stairs. For some reason, her sister suddenly came to her mind.

By the way, it seems like her sister hasn’t visited her for a long time. What’s wrong with her?

……

At this time, Jingzhi was sitting on the sofa on the first floor, and she was about to sink into it.

It’s been a long time since I sat on a sofa this soft. It was so comfortable that I wanted to lie down like Ge You.

Looking at Jingzhi who was sliding down further and further as she sat, Aunt Min couldn't help but laugh to herself.

Her age is not written on her resume. I guess her white hair is dyed. She seems to be young and her playful nature has not been completely erased.

"We just finished discussing salaries. Here's the class schedule. You and Doudou will take turns attending classes. As for the interest classes, they're on the opposite schedule from school. Monday to Friday is relatively quiet, so it's mostly adults who don't have classes. Saturdays and Sundays are busier, but adults are a minority, and most of the people are students."

"You come on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and Doudou comes on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Both of you have to come on Sunday. If there's anything urgent, you two can discuss taking a break. What do you think?"

Jingzhi: "No problem."

Three days off a week is like a retirement life compared to her previous life where she had to dig holes, rescue the wounded and be vigilant against the enemy all year round.

Jingzhi stood up, pushed open the glass door, turned around and waved to Aunt Min, "Then I'll go back first. Tomorrow is Friday, I will come tomorrow."

Aunt Min nodded at her and said, "Class starts at 9 o'clock, remember."

……

Jingzhi found a job that pleased her and walked out of the house feeling relaxed. She even felt that the air was a little fresher.

She looked at the sun and it was time for lunch.

By the way, where did Uncle San and the others go to gamble?