"Yes, you are not allowed to leave." Zheng Jing once again rolled in front of Fang Yan, blocking his way out. "How can you leave after destroying something?"
"Didn't I apologize?" Fang Yan turned to look at Lu Chaoge, frowning slightly. This woman was more difficult to deal with and more superficial than he had imagined.
According to the common routines in TV and movies, the heroine should have discovered the hero's uniqueness at this time, and then she would hold the hero's hand and keep him, stomping her feet and acting like a spoiled child, and even said shyly with affectionate eyes: Hate, I've already said sorry, can't you forgive me? Please forgive me, okay, okay, okay------
I swear to God, if the woman in front of him is willing to do this to him---------Fang Yan shook his head, it seems that he was overthinking.
"If apologies are useful, what do we need school security for?" Zheng Jing said proudly. This kid actually dared to call him a ball, he must make him look like a monkey.
"This line is outdated. It can neither scare people nor pick up girls now. Can you change it?" Fang Yan looked at Zheng Jing and kindly offered his suggestion.
"Security, security------" Zheng Jing shouted loudly. If the gentle approach didn't work, then he could only resort to violence.
Boy, let me show you what it means to be both civil and military.
"This sentence is not bad, although it doesn't have much literary talent------" Fang Yan commented.
Two security guards in green uniforms ran in quickly and asked, "Director Zheng, what's going on?"
"Tie him up for me." Zheng Jing ordered angrily.
"Yes, Director Zheng." The two security guards answered and rushed towards Fangyan from the left and right.
Whoosh--------
The two of them stretched out their hands at the same time, but ended up holding hands. The person they wanted to catch, Fangyan, stood not far away and looked at them with a smile.
What's going on? How come that guy dodged so quickly
Without blinking, the person was gone.
"Get out." Lu Chaoge suddenly spoke.
"Yes, tie him up and take him out." Zheng Jing waved his hand and said.
"I'm telling you to get out." Lu Chaoge stared at Zheng Jing and pointed his finger again and again: "You, you, and you."
"------------"
Zheng Jing's fat face turned red, then turned purple, and then turned white.
Then, he said with a smile, "Yes, we'll go out right away. I'll be guarding the door, and if Principal Lu has any instructions, just let him know. This person's origins are unknown, so Principal Lu must pay attention to his safety------"
It’s not that I don’t understand, it’s that women change quickly.
When he turned around and left, Zheng Jing felt that his life was unclear, humiliating and tragic.
"It shouldn't be like this," he said to himself.
Bang--------
The door of the room was closed and the office returned to silence.
"Did you cut this?" Lu Chaoge said, pointing at the vase of flowers.
"I'm afraid you won't believe me even if I deny it now, right?" Fang Yan grinned, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, looking bright and sunny.
Lu Chaoge didn't notice Fang Yan's smiling face. Her eyes were still fixed on the vase of flowers. She asked, "Is this the ladder to heaven?"
"This is my idea of a ladder to heaven," Fang Yan said. He knew that this woman must have noticed the changes in flower arrangement.
Fortunately, it is not hopeless.
"What is your idea of a ladder to heaven?"
"Ikebana is like painting. A good painter should not be restricted by certain rules and regulations. Besides, since the materials are similar, it is impossible for two bottles to be exactly the same. Is that right?"
"Yes." Lu Chaoge nodded. Does this guy want to give me a lecture
"The first level of flower arrangement is 'similar in form', as long as the shape echoes the name we give it. The second level is 'similar in spirit', exuding that kind of temperament from the inside out, which is rare and precious. The third level is 'ghostly', I have seen it, but I can't do it. The fourth level is 'heavenly workmanship', which is a legend."
"Ghost Axe?" Lu Chaoge was shocked. She was also a fan of flower arrangement, how could she not know the realm of this ghost axe? "Have you seen it?"
"I have seen it." Fang Yan nodded. "Your Stairway to Heaven is very similar. I think you have no objection to my evaluation of you."
Although he was unwilling, Lu Chaoge nodded frankly and said, "I am also a beginner-------"
"Have you been to Wudang Mountain?" Fang Yan asked.
"No." Lu Chaoge shook his head.
"Have you ever seen the ladder to heaven? It's a mountain path on Mount Wudang, as seen on TV or in pictures."
"I have met you." Lu Chaoge nodded.
"It's ancient and secluded, surrounded by mist, and you can't see the end when you look up." Fang Yan walked to Lu Chaoge's side and stood side by side with her. Pointing at the flower arrangement, he said, "The origin of the name of this Stairway to Heaven is based on the Stairway to Heaven in Wudang Mountain, right?"
"Yes."
"Although the linear eucalyptus you chose has a consistent beginning and end, the problem lies in the beginning. What is heaven? Heaven is something that cannot be seen or touched. I cut off the beginning of the eucalyptus to give people unlimited imagination. Heaven should not have boundaries."
"Although the yellow handles are laid out in a lazy and relaxed manner, they do not fit the theme of the Stairway to Heaven. Why? Complexity. The Stairway to Heaven is a path that goes straight up into the sky, simple and straight. Although these yellow handles add beauty to it, they are also a burden to it. This is a common problem among female flower arrangers when they are creating art. They think every flower is beautiful and they are reluctant to discard every leaf. The result is this happy ending."
"The Stairway to Heaven doesn't need too many embellishments, nor does it need too bright colors. It is overbearing, direct, crisp and spiritual. I only need three flowers. The flowers are not the focus, the eucalyptus is."
"I understand." Lu Chaoge sighed softly. "I also made the same mistakes that women often make."
"That's normal." Fang Yan smiled. "Because you're a woman too."
Lu Chaoge glared at him fiercely, then remembered that when he asked him what he was doing, he replied with the word "nothing".
She walked back to her big desk and sat down. She looked up at Fang Yan standing in front of her and said, "You want to be a teacher?"
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded with a smile.
"Why?" Lu Chaoge asked. "Why do you want to be a teacher?"
"My grandfather is a teacher." Fang Yan answered without any hesitation. Before coming to the interview, he guessed that the examiner might ask such a cliché question. Therefore, he had already filled in a perfect answer in his mind. "My grandfather's grandfather was also a teacher. My father is a teacher, and even my mother was a kindergarten teacher before she was seduced by my father. A silkworm may not stop spinning silk until it dies, and a candle may not stop shedding tears until it burns down to ashes. Yes, being a teacher is hard, with endless chalk shavings and endless homework to grade."
"But being a teacher is also great. The students learn from their teachers without saying anything. Every New Year or other festival, countless students would call to express their condolences, and countless more would come to visit their teachers in person. Some even flew back from the United States and Canada. To be honest, I envy them. I envy them. So, when I was very young, I was determined to be a glorious people's teacher. I want to dedicate my youth, my talent, and my body to give out light and heat."
Fang Yan looked at Lu Chaoge with burning eyes and said, "Principal Lu, please give me a chance to work hard for you and my students."
"------------" Lu Chaoge sat there for a long time without saying anything.
To be honest, she didn't know how to deal with this freak in front of her.
She had never experienced such a blatant way of applying for a job, nor had she ever met a practitioner who promoted the profession he was about to pursue so noble and great.
After listening to his words, one feels that what he wants to do is not to be a teacher, but to be the Bodhisattva Guanyin or Buddha who saves people from suffering.
If you say he is lying, his expression will be so serious.
You say he is sincere, but you can't help but doubt your own IQ.
"Principal?" Fang Yan waited for a while, but didn't get the expected response, so he couldn't help but remind him.
Overacting
Probably not. When he practiced in front of the mirror in the morning, even he was moved.
"Hmm--------" Lu Chaoge's brain finally returned to normal. He fixed his eyes on Fang Yan's face and said, "I understand. You------you will definitely become a good teacher."
"Thank you for Principal Lu's recognition and encouragement. I will work hard and do my best to do my job as a teacher."
"The old principal has informed me that you are the person he invited, so there shouldn't be any big problems with your ability. However, anyone who wants to become a teacher at Suzaku Middle School will have a three-month probation period. If you fail to pass the school's probation standards after three months, then, I'm sorry. I will advise you to resign."
"Zheng Jing." Lu Chaoge shouted towards the door.
Zheng Jing trotted in and asked with a smile, "Principal, are you looking for me?"
"Take Mr. Fang Yan to handle the formalities, and then send him to Class 9 of Grade 11 to meet the students. He will be teaching Chinese to this class."
"Yes, Principal." Zheng Jing agreed very readily.
The door closed, Lu Chaoge left his chair and walked to the corner, looking at the increasingly vivid ladder, he sighed softly and said, "It's so beautiful that it makes me cry."
After walking out of Lu Chaoge's office, Fang Yan looked up at the clear blue sky of the campus and couldn't help but sigh: "Instead of fighting and killing, it's better to look at the campus beauties."
"What did you say?" Zheng Jing turned around and asked.
"I said, from behind, you really look like Chow Yun-fat."
"Why are you cursing?" Zheng Jing jumped up like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on. (To be continued)