Chapter 809: Reserved He Teng 7
"How long is each class?" He Teng asked.
"One hour," responded He Zhilan.
He Teng did some quick calculations and said, "So that means you have to stand for four to five hours a day?"
Upon this realization, He Teng started to worry that He Zhilan might not be able to handle it. Although she used to be busy all day before, she hadn’t been standing continuously. Being busy while sitting and while standing are not the same.
"Yeah." He Zhilan didn’t think much of it and chuckled lightly before asking, "By the way, brother, did you water my flowers this morning when you left?"
"No." He Teng answered particularly briskly. However, in reality, he had stood by the windowsill for a good while that morning, watering the plants one by one, and even played with the Mimosa for a while before leaving.
"Bro~ just help me take care of them for a few days! When the weekend comes, I’ll stay at the military base, and then I can do it myself!" He Zhilan pleaded with He Teng in a negotiating tone, genuinely worried that when she would go to the military base on the weekend, all her flowers and plants would be dead.
He Teng didn’t utter a word, and He Zhilan took his silence as consent. After reminding He Teng to take a nap at noon, she happily ended the call.
Sometimes, really, it seemed that being a teacher used to be so enviable—always instructing others, braving the wind and the rain yet respected by all—an excellent occupation. But it was only after truly experiencing it for herself that He Zhilan knew what hardship was.
Standing for four to five hours a day at the lectern, lecturing tirelessly—while she poured her heart and soul into her teaching, not all the students necessarily absorbed it. In many students’ eyes, English wasn’t an important subject, many opting to secretly use the class time to do homework for other classes, or to study for them.