This is what a fairy should be like

In an old office, the sturdy old-fashioned fan made a series of "clang clang clang..." sounds and brought gusts of wind.

Although it was summer, the area near the mountain had quickly cooled down in the afternoon, at least in this office.

Zhuang Lin, who was taking a lunch break, had completely relaxed.

The surroundings were obviously not quiet, and there was even a faint noise, but he felt a faint sense of tranquility in his heart, as if he was sleeping, floating in the rippling blue waves.

He no longer had the panic and anxiety of being in a strange world, and he also let go of his longing for his hometown. He reconciled with himself and accepted the fact that he was still mediocre, just enjoying a moment of peace.

In a sense, Zhuang Lin thought that he was both a brand new self and the one who was good at discovering the beauty of life.

"Teacher Zhuang, Teacher Zhuang, Zhuang..."

The crisp voice that stopped abruptly woke Zhuang Lin up. His eyelids moved, and he subconsciously turned his head to the direction of the sound, and opened his eyes at the same time.

There was a little boy standing at the door. The afternoon sun shone through his shadow, causing Zhuang Lin, who had just woken up from a nap, to squint his eyes slightly.

The child held the corner of his clothes with one hand and scratched his head with the other. He seemed a little embarrassed and uneasy, probably because he knew that he had accidentally woken up the teacher.

This teacher who knew a lot and was sometimes serious and sometimes humorous always made his classmates both awed and liked him.

Zhuang Lin almost habitually reached out to touch his phone.

Of course, he failed to touch it.

Once again, in remembrance of my broken phone that was washed away by the mountain torrent...

Then Zhuang Lin raised his head and opened his eyes, and saw the old wooden desk covered with starch, and several piles of homework books on it.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Zhuang Lin finally reacted, smiled to himself, and then turned his head to look at the wall clock.

The wooden wall clock was moving, and the time was 3:52.

On the calendar with flowers printed on it, July 1st was circled in red. The calendar reads 380 Jiachen Year of the New Calendar, 2024 AD. The words "Si Tian Supervisory Yuan System" at the end are also very eye-catching.

Only six or seven minutes have passed since the end of get out of class, and it was really just a short nap.

In the short moment when his eyes turned back to the door, Zhuang Lin had already woken up, supported his hands on the table and sat up straight, smiling at the boy.

"Come in, what's the matter?"

Seeing the teacher's smile, the child at the door relaxed and walked in quickly.

"Teacher Zhuang, the principal said he will receive guests in a while, so we reminded you not to forget to substitute for him!"

The child's voice was crisp and pleasant, and he could also hear some expectation and joy in him.

"Well, I know, what is the next class?"

While speaking, Zhuang Lin subconsciously glanced at the class schedule posted on the table, and the little boy couldn't wait to answer the teacher's question.

"Music class!"

"Ding-ling-ling-ling..."

The little boy had just finished speaking when the school bell rang...

"You go to the classroom first, the teacher will be there soon after taking the book."

Zhuang Lin said with a smile, and the little boy replied "yeah" and ran out in a hurry, with an instinct that he had to go back to the classroom immediately when the bell rang.

Seeing that everyone had left, Zhuang Lin stood up, walked to the old principal's desk, picked up the music textbook that was placed in a conspicuous place, and looked outside.

The sun over the mountain in the distance cast a radiance because of the Tyndall effect.

The old principal was not here at this time, so he should have gone to wait for those people in advance, right?

Zhuang Lin thought in his heart and looked back at the calendar.

This is not the world he is familiar with. Zhuang Lin knew it a long time ago. When he saw the textbook that China's land area was 14 million square kilometers, he knew this.

So even if the calendar has the words 2024, it is not the time and space that Zhuang Lin is familiar with, and even the size of the world as a whole is quite different.

Zhuang Lin glanced at the ink-colored landline phone next to the principal's desk, thinking about the information he had learned for so long. Compared with the world he came from, the pace of development of the times may be around the 1990s at best?

"Huh..."

Zhuang Lin took a deep breath and cheered up.

Yesterday, the old principal finally dialed the phone using the school landline. If nothing unexpected happens, today is his last day of teaching at Muleng Primary School.

After today's class, it will be summer vacation, but the students should not know that during the long vacation, this Hope Primary School, which was built by the villagers with building materials on their shoulders, will be demolished.

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After a while, the classroom with students from grades one to four was already quiet, and Zhuang Lin came to the door of the classroom.

In view of the number of students and limited teaching staff, most of the classes in Muleng Primary School are attended by all students together.

As for why there are no fifth and sixth grades, I'm sorry, Muleng Primary School can only teach up to the fourth grade at most, and the fifth and sixth grades have to go to other places.

Zhuang Lin stayed at the door of the classroom for a short time before walking in.

"Stand up!"

There were four grades in one class. The fourth grade monitor spoke loudly, and more than 70 children stood up at once.

Zhuang Lin, who has always been good at adapting, has already liked his current life.

Although the Internet and convenient technology are still very nostalgic, it can be said that the current spiritual wealth is simple and pure.

To put it another way, although the historical context here is very different from the world he used to live in, according to the era Zhuang Lin is in now, at most, it will take another ten or twenty years for the pace of development to gradually approach that level, right?

I am still so young, I can afford to wait!

And I should not be short of money by then!

All kinds of thoughts only flashed through Zhuang Lin's mind briefly, and he showed a smile on his face, three points of which were habitually wanting to appear to be a teacher, and seven points of which were true love for the children in front of him, and then walked into this old classroom.

"Hello, students!"

"Hello, teacher--"

Seventy children were already full of vigor, and with the mentality of the summer vacation coming soon, the sound seemed to make the afternoon sun want to take a detour and rise again from the east.

"Please sit down!"

Zhuang Lin said, and after all the students sat down, he stood in front of the podium and flipped through the music book he brought.

The history here is familiar and unfamiliar, especially from the Yuan and Ming dynasties to the present era. Although there are many things similar to what Zhuang Lin remembers, there are also many differences.

For example, this music book seems to lack many songs that Zhuang Lin was familiar with in his childhood.

Zhuang Lin's strengths are not limited to teaching materials. He is also recognized by the old principal and the children. This is partly because he is not a real teacher, but also because of his own performance.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin had an idea and did not intend to read the book. Instead, he closed the music textbook and prepared to teach a new song as a gift to the children.

As long as some of the lyrics are changed, it will be a perfect song!

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At the same time, on the dirt road outside the school, several cars slowly drove along the road in the distance, and the old principal of this elementary school and the only old school worker and security guard in the school stood at the school gate.

The old principal's hair and beard were all white, and his beard was half a foot long. Looking at the direction of the car coming from afar, he sighed slightly in his heart and coughed a few times, which caused the old guy next to him who was also not young to want to help him, but he was blocked by his hand.

In the cars in the distance, there were two people sitting in the back seat of the leading car.

The middle-aged man on the right is slightly fat, and his seemingly simple clothes and tired face can't hide his nobleness.

On the left is a slightly old and thin man with unshaven beard and gray hair. In the hot weather, he still hangs a work vest outside the lining, and his face is full of energy.

Because the dirt road is uneven and there are many wheel marks of ox carts, the people sitting in the car are also shaken.

"Mr. Liu, Director Zhou, we have arrived at Muleng Primary School."

"Yeah!"

The middle-aged man in a suit and tie on the co-pilot said this, and the people in the back seat observed the gradually approaching primary school through the side window.

The wealthy and noble man is called Liu Shihao. His eyes are looking at the primary school, but his heart is thinking about more follow-up things.

Compared with the excitement or anxiety of others, Liu Shihao is more worried about his son.

Although this method is a bit absurd, it has been demonstrated by several psychology experts and Buddhist masters, and it is also Liu Shihao's last resort.

Liu Shihao has no time. Whether his son's illness will be cured in the future, he, as a father, has done his best.

Of course, few people know about Liu Shihao's own illness, not even Zhou Xianglin. His urgency is more understood as concern for his son.

The good news is that everything is going smoothly.

Alas...

He sighed silently in his heart, but Liu Shihao still did not change his expression on the surface.

At the school gate at the end of the dirt road, the old principal's slightly turbid eyes were also looking at the approaching car, and he was also recalling every bit of this school.

There are few dirt roads for vehicles in this area, let alone any good modern roads.

So this relatively regular Muleng Primary School, every brick and tile on it, was carried in by the old principal and the villagers on their backs along the rugged road over the mountains and ridges in the early years. The old principal also has a lot of feelings for this place.

While his thoughts were flowing, the car over there had already approached. As the car stopped, the people in the car got off one after another, and the old principal and the old school worker beside him walked over.

The person in the leading vehicle looked at the person next to him and came forward. The noble middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hands to hold the old principal's skinny right hand without waiting for the old man to speak.

"Old principal, you finally figured it out!"

The old principal smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Mr. Liu, the children are all leaving, and there is no point in me insisting any longer..."

"Thank you for your understanding, thank you for your understanding!"

Mr. Liu didn't say much, just shook hands heavily.