Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

"poet?"

"You really hired a poet as a teacher?"

Wu Yan's eyes shone like light bulbs, and she asked, "Can I go with you tomorrow? I've never seen a living poet before!"

Lin Ting: "...?"

"There are so many people in our school's poetry club, what you're saying is really hurtful to them."

"What kind of poets are they! I'll teach you!"

Wu Yan sat up in bed and recited in a high-pitched voice: "Ah! You are the starlight that tears through the darkness! You are the justice that shatters evil! You are the lighthouse that illuminates the way forward! You are the irreplaceable and most lovable light bulb!"

"puff……"

Wu Yan spread her hands: "See? Could a decent person write this?"

Su Yu choked with laughter, coughed a few times, and said, "You know, this poem isn't entirely useless... I suddenly feel that the script I listened to back then was actually quite good."

Lin Ting: "How presumptuous of you!"

"Hahahaha... Never mind, listen to this, Yingzi, you guys take me to see him tomorrow!"

"If you want to go, just go. You can also sign up for the TOEFL while you're at it."

"Huh? Why take that exam? I don't want to go abroad."

Are you also going to be a primary school teacher?

"No... I want to be a translator..."

"Then I suggest you learn another less common language..."

How obscure is it?

"The language of cannibal tribes".

"...?"

The chattering late-night conversation seemed to end somewhere, with a few grammar points still punctuated by the long, drawn-out breaths.

……

The next day.

Wow! He has the air of a poet at a glance!

Wu Yan leaned against the door, munching on a roasted sweet potato while staring at Wei Xuan's braid and remarking, "He's quite handsome."

Lin heard, "Go and give him a roasted sweet potato; who knows, he might write you a poem."

Wu Yan blushed: "What are you saying! That's so embarrassing! Besides, poets have integrity; they wouldn't just write poems for anyone!"

Lin Ting: "..."

Yanzi understands poets, but she doesn't understand Wei Xuan.

She shook her head slightly and strolled over to Uncle Li's side.

Uncle Li has applied to be stationed at the tutoring center permanently. Although it's a late-night job, there's not much physical labor involved. He's getting old, and carrying goods at the garment factory is no longer as strenuous for him.

Uncle Li told Lin, "Those two young men arrived early in the morning. When the students were studying, they would answer some questions or something. They were quite helpful."

Uncle Li finally stopped studying them and threw them out.

Lin Ting nodded and handed the hot milk she had brought for Uncle Li to him: "Uncle, please drink the milk."

"Huh?" Uncle Li was taken aback. "Why did you buy this for me? It's a waste of money."

“It’s from our own shop, and it’s not expensive,” Lin Ting said with a smile. “You work long hours, so drink some milk to replenish your nutrition.”

Uncle Li held the plastic cup, his eyes slightly burning.

This stuff... he'd never actually drunk before.

After giving the milk to Uncle Li, Lin Ting went to Wei Xuan and Gu Qi's side and saw them looking at vocabulary notes, so she asked, "How's it going?"

"Well."

"The boss is here."

Wei Xuan has a pair of peach blossom eyes that curve into crescent moons when he smiles.

He stretched and replied, "The system is very clear, and I understand it all."

"So fast?" Lin Ting was a little surprised.

Gu Qi chimed in from the side: "When he was in college, he memorized three dictionaries in order to pick up foreign girls. He was a human dictionary."

"Uh……"

Lin Ting sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

Therefore, different learning motivations will inevitably lead to extraordinary results.

Wei Xuan waved his hand: "There's no need to say more about such praise."

Lin Ting: "I wasn't planning on praising you anyway."

"Boss, you're really heartless." Wei Xuan sighed, clutching his chest as if he were hurt.

Lin Ting ignored him, flipped through his heavily annotated handouts, and asked, "Which of you two will be teaching the composition class tonight?"

“I’ll do it,” Gu Qi said. “The lesson plan is ready; please take a look.”

Lin Tingzhen never expected that these two unserious people could write lesson plans. After taking a look, she found that they actually looked quite professional.

After looking through it carefully for a while, she nodded: "Okay, if today's class goes well, you will teach all the composition classes from now on."

"okay."

Gu Qi was quite confident in herself and showed no signs of panic.

Lin Ting then asked Wei Xuan, "When will you be ready to teach vocabulary lessons?"

Wei Xuan shrugged, quite confidently: "I can do it anytime, tonight."

After all, he's someone who's memorized three dictionaries; why would he be afraid of a mere vocabulary lesson?

Lin Ting looked at him and said, "Then you should give it a try."

"Just try it."

Lin Ting was really looking forward to Wei Xuan taking vocabulary lessons as well.

That way... she won't have to go to class!

While Zheng Miaoying was teaching her grammar class, Lin Ting handed over the progress of the vocabulary lesson and the teaching plan for the day to Wei Xuan, and then sat down in the back row with her small stool to listen to the lesson.

Wu Yan wandered around for a while, then got bored and went back to school. After all, being a poet can't put food on the table, and Jiang Zong wasn't here today either. She really couldn't find any reason to stay here.

Zheng Miaoying and Lin Ting listened to a vocabulary lesson taught by Wei Xuan. Wei Xuan's personal style was still there, and his passion made it hard to lose focus.

Finally, Zheng Miaoying whispered, "Although there's still a lot of nonsense, it's much better than before."

"Yes, he deliberately controlled it." Lin Ting nodded. She could tell that Wei Xuan had almost made a joke several times, but he swallowed it back.

"So, from now on, they'll be teaching vocabulary and composition classes?"

"What do you think?" Lin Ting asked Zheng Miaoying for her opinion.

Yingzi nodded vigorously: "I think it's okay!"

"Then it's settled. We finally won't have to lecture all day and night anymore."

Lin Ting patted her chest lightly, a slight smile playing on her lips.

In her opinion, the two students' amazing oral English lesson yesterday was enough to keep them here.

Speaking accounts for a quarter of the TOEFL test score, and the subsequent visa interview is the most important part, so mastering speaking skills is extremely important.

"Then let's hear it..."

Yingzi's voice was once again drowned out by the impassioned roar.

Behind him, Uncle Li had already skillfully plugged his ears.

Lin Ting pulled Yingzi out directly, and the two of them went to the side of the street, where they finally had space to continue their conversation.

"Listen to this, so from now on I'll only be taking grammar classes?" Zheng Miaoying asked.

Lin Ting nodded: "That seems to be the case for now, but I plan to have Gu Qi try the grammar class as well. If they can each take turns, we can open another daytime class."

Zheng Miaoying paused for a moment, then reminded her, "In that case, wouldn't you have to come to class again?"

"I plan to schedule the daytime classes from 7 a.m. to 5 p.m., eight classes a day. Students can choose to have evening self-study sessions, and Sundays are a rest day."

"So actually, they can manage two classes in a short period of time."

Zheng Miaoying nodded thoughtfully, then blushed and asked softly, "Then... what about me?"