"The handsome guy is really awesome. He actually asked the teachers in the conference room to invite you over in person?"
Chen Mulin rubbed the back of his beaten hand and chatted with Jiang Ning angrily.
"Nature is better than some trash."
Chen Mulin was a little surprised. He was used to being flattered, and this was the first time someone dared to talk to him like this.
He pretended not to care and smiled and said:
"That's right, I have to give your No. 24 Middle School some face. Although your school can't hire experienced teachers, we need to discuss the test questions together!"
Jiang Ning paused, turned around, gave him a sinister look, and replied:
"What brand of plastic bag are you talking about? It can be packed so well? As far as I know, Jinhe Middle School overspent its budget in order to hire a few teachers who can pack faces. It couldn't even afford to rent a decent training room, so it was
You licked your face and begged our school to take you in. Why, you consider yourself the master instead?"
Jiang Ning's arrogant tone made Chen Mulin feel embarrassed. He cursed secretly and walked quickly to the conference room.
In the conference room, all kinds of back-and-forth and flattery were heard, which made Jiang Ning feel even more uncomfortable.
It is true that No. 24 Middle School did not recruit the most prestigious art exams in the country. Most of them were students trained by their own schools. After graduation, they worked in No. 24 Middle School.
Even so, in recent years, although there have been no students ranked first or second in the province, it does not affect the overall admission rate of No. 24 Middle School.
It is not so much that No. 24 Middle School cannot cultivate top talents, but more importantly, it pays attention to the balanced development of all students.
Director Zhao on the side noticed Jiang Ning's displeasure, came forward and bumped Jiang Ning's arm with his elbow.
"You should also come over and listen. The top ten in the province in recent years were all trained by these old men! Your aunt, I don't understand those professional terms, so you need to be refreshed!"
Jiang Ning's face was dark the whole time and she had no intention of stepping forward.
Director Zhao finally figured it out. If his nephew could listen to him, the sun would probably come out in the west! If he had known this, it would be better to let Su Meng come over, so that he could still listen to him.
"Director Zhao, you have been teaching for so many years and you don't even trust the teachers in your own school. Why should you expect them to do better than teachers in other schools?"
Jiang Ning deliberately raised her voice and told these long words to the old men.
Director Zhao took Jiang Ning's hand, turned around forcefully, and warned in a low voice:
"Ahem, I've passed it, and I don't act like this when I'm angry! Those people are also well-known figures in the art world, so you can't offend them like this!"
Jiang Ning stared at Director Zhao, didn't say another word, and left without looking back.
Not far away, when the teachers from Jinhe Middle School saw this, they naturally didn’t want to miss such a good show, so they quickly stepped forward and added jealously:
"Oh, Director Zhao, look at it, young people today are so uneducated and don't know how they are taught at home. How can they still be teachers like this?"
Director Zhao was originally upset by Jiang Ning's attitude, but no matter how upset he was, it was his own nephew, the teacher he invited. When would it be the turn of these outsiders to make irresponsible remarks?
"Teacher Wang, why do you care so much? Do you have to take a spoon to taste the saltiness of the manure collection truck when it passes by your house? That is my nephew, who I personally invited to be a teacher in No. 24 Middle School!
"
"Ah, sorry, I..."
Director Zhao couldn't give him a chance to breathe, and then he said something:
"Besides, is the young man right? Those of us in management should give the teachers more trust and consideration! Besides, isn't it rude to call my nephew like this? Which of your eyes and mouth are you?
Did you see or hear that you can’t talk in the conference room?”
"No, no, no..."
"In the conference room, don't talk, don't discuss, why are you here? You're pretending!"
Teacher Wang was scolded by Director Zhao and refused to come to the stage, so he had to wave his hands and leave in a hurry.
When Jiang Ning returned to the studio, her expression was ugly and tense. Before she could speak, everyone was already trembling with fear.
In the end, they managed to stay up until dinner time. Even though they heard the bell ringing, everyone was still under pressure from Jiang Ning and did not dare to move at all.
"Everyone, what are you thinking if you don't go to eat?"
When everyone heard this, they quickly dropped the pencils in their hands and rushed to the canteen.
Anyone who touches Jiang Ning's tiger butt at this time is simply seeking death!
Naturally, Su Meng didn't want to be alone with Jiang Ning, so she tried to escape when she got into the crowd, but Jiang Ning pulled her out of the crowd and carried her aside.
There is a height difference of nearly thirty centimeters between her being 158 and him being 185. In the eyes of others, Jiang Ning carrying Su Meng is like carrying a chicken.
"Um...Teacher Jiang, what's the matter?"
"Come to dinner with me and tell you something."
"But I made an appointment with Chen Mulin at noon. From now on..."
"What's the future between you and him?"
Before Su Meng could figure out what Jiang Ning meant, she was carried out by Ti.
"Su Meng! Let's go have dinner together!"
Jiang Ning deliberately blocked Su Meng behind her, her movements were smooth and she had no intention of hiding it.
"that……"
Su Meng hesitated for a long time, wondering what to call Chen Mulin.
"Well, Mu Lin, Teacher Jiang and I have something to do, so I won't go to dinner with you."
Jiang Ning's body trembled, she turned around and looked at Su Meng with eyes wide open in disbelief.
Su Meng bit her lips nervously, being frightened by Jiang Ning's aura and not daring to move.
Good guy, he's angry again. I didn't provoke him. Why is he angry again? Didn't I reject Chen Mulin?
Su Meng wanted to ask the reason, but didn't dare to speak.
On the other hand, Chen Mulin, who was let go, was not that angry. He waved his hands casually and said:
"It's okay, it's okay. Let's have dinner together when we have time. Anyway, we have been training together for two months, so we have plenty of time!"
"Okay, okay, really..."
Before Su Meng could say the words "Sorry", she was forcefully pulled around by Jiang Ning, as if if she just said one more word, her little hand held by Jiang Ning would die heroically.
"Teacher Jiang, this road doesn't seem to lead to the cafeteria..."
Su Meng was trembling, and Jiang Ning was furious.
"Can you say that again."
The seemingly calm words frightened Su Meng into getting goosebumps all over her body.
"I, just, can't go to the cafeteria this way..."
Before Su Meng could finish her words, Jiang Ning's right hand was held high above her head, and her whole body staggered backwards. She exerted force without warning, making Su Meng feel that if the back of her head hit the wall, she might be scrapped.
But one of her hands was in plaster, and the other was held by Jiang Ning. She had no power to fight back, so she could only close her eyes tightly in fear, waiting for the pain to come. However, after pressing hard against the "wall", she felt