Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 229 - 197 Teaching and Educating People Isn’t Bad, But...

Chapter 229: Chapter 197 Teaching and Educating People Isn’t Bad, But...

When handling the matter of financial aid, Lao Liu was exceptionally serious.

He read the results almost word by word and then asked the discipline inspection committee to post the list for public display.

As for privacy, that was not a concern.

Jiang Nian wasn’t very familiar with the people in the class, so he didn’t pay much attention to it.

However, Li Hua listened with great interest, especially when he heard certain names. The expression on his face was intriguing, and he kept mumbling to himself.

Jiang Nian was a bit curious and nudged him.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you know who that is?" Li Hua whispered, "Last semester, they also got financial aid and then turned around to buy several pairs of five or six hundred yuan shoes, and now they’ve applied again."

Jiang Nian was not familiar with that person and shook his head.

"Never talked to them."

"Damn, if I had known earlier, I would have applied too," Li Hua gritted his teeth, evidently just venting his frustration.

A phone call to his dad’s workplace revealed everything. Li Hua’s family is that of typical county government employees, without any health issues or disasters, applying for poverty assistance?

Jiang Nian didn’t mind, knowing that lax reviews could lead to such situations.

As long as the money reaches those who genuinely need it, occasional unfair situations are tolerable. If things become unbearable, just report it and be done with it.

However, Olympic competition class three had more slots, so there wasn’t an issue of taking spots from truly needy students. It was just tougher for other classes with more impoverished students and fewer slots.

Huang Caicai heard his name and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As for others’ situations, he wasn’t too concerned.

Zeng You kept his head down reading, and when the homeroom teacher arrived, he didn’t want to be so brazen as to directly use his phone to read a novel.

He had to give Lao Liu some face, so he wouldn’t fall into his hands someday.

His family’s situation wasn’t great, and he could get approved if he applied.

But there’s a rule when applying for poverty assistance, which is that you must stand on the podium and explain the situation. Basically, you have to lament in front of the class, which he found too humiliating.

To say in front of the entire class how difficult his family circumstances are for a mere one thousand yuan, it would be like exposing a wound bare for classmates he sees every day.

This was something he felt he couldn’t do.

After all, the poverty assistance was only a little over one thousand yuan; working a summer job for a few days could earn you one thousand yuan.

Thinking of this, Zeng You couldn’t help but look at Huang Fang.

Unexpectedly, this girl from the same group as himself was actually an abandoned child, discarded by her parents at birth and picked up by her current adoptive parents who raised her.

Her adoptive parents found Huang Fang when they were already nearly fifty years old, and by the time she grew up, they were hoary and nearly incapable of working.

More critically, Huang Fang’s father had been bedridden since falling from a construction site.

Zeng You withdrew his gaze and rubbed his hair, having never heard Huang Fang mention it before.

Perhaps it was because with the school’s previous application process for impoverished students, you just needed to go to the homeroom teacher’s office. Since some point, it changed to a public disclosure in the class.

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Yu Tongjie was somewhat anxious, it’s been a day or two, why hasn’t he seen any movement from that guy.

Damn, took the money and not doing the job, is that it?

If it was in the original class, he would have charged right up to Hu Nianzhong, dragged him out of the classroom, and sternly demanded why he wasn’t keeping his word.

But now that it was Olympic competition class three, the level was different.

He watched Lao Liu’s back as he left after assigning the list of impoverished students and couldn’t help but clench his fists.

Son of a bitch, you even got approved for financial aid?

I’ve already finished assisting your education and you’re still fucking poor!

Suddenly, he saw Hu Nianzhong get up from his seat and rushed straight out of the classroom, seemingly going after the homeroom teacher.

Yu Tongjie’s eyes suddenly brightened, okay, I wronged you.

In the hallway.

Lao Liu heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

"Hu Nianzhong, do you need something?"

He looked at this student with good grades, his gaze softening slightly.

In the class, he pretty much knew who was poor and who wasn’t.

There were rich kids, daughters of Nanjiang Bay elites, and students who couldn’t afford tuition.

The wealthy were really wealthy, and the families of the impoverished students were genuinely impoverished.

For instance, the student in front of him, Hu Nianzhong, had two sick family members. They always relied on various state subsidies, and they delayed paying tuition every time.

Lao Liu helped whenever he could.

Other teachers might mind the trouble, but he didn’t.

When it came time to collect class fees, he would naturally help students from struggling families pay in advance. Class fees weren’t much, under one hundred yuan.

To be honest, he didn’t care about a teacher’s salary, let alone class fees. Even if students borrowed money from him, it didn’t matter; what he cared about was progress.

Although teaching and educating isn’t a bad thing, if he could get involved in administrative work, it would surely be better for his future prospects.

"Nothing, teacher, my stomach hurts, I’m going to the bathroom." Hu Nianzhong awkwardly covered his stomach.

He had eaten at the cafeteria that afternoon, and now he was having a bit of a stomach issue.

"Hmm, go ahead," Lao Liu nodded.

Hu Nianzhong awkwardly responded, ready to dash toward the bathroom.

But unexpectedly, he was called by Lao Liu again.

"Wait!"

"Huh?" Hu Nianzhong stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at Lao Liu, "Teacher, what is it?"

In the hallway, Lao Liu thought for a moment before speaking.

"With the seasonal change from autumn to winter, if you keep having diarrhea, go see a doctor. Just get a leave slip from me, your health is important, I can lend you the money first."

"No need, teacher," Hu Nianzhong shook his head.

"What are you afraid of, afraid I’ll ask you to pay back?" Lao Liu uncharacteristically made a joke, patting Hu Nianzhong’s shoulder, "You can repay after you start working."

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