Everyone was busy, and Lin Yuan was no exception. The school was almost ready to open; now all that was left was to find a teacher.
She had thought that Meng Liangdong would be just as thrilled as she was upon hearing the good news. Instead, his reaction was shockingly calm, or it could perhaps be described as indifferent.
"Mr. Meng," Lin Yuan was somewhat unable to grasp his thoughts, "are you not happy?" She clearly remembered that Meng Liangdong had been so determined to teach at Zhuma Town School that he had even sold his family's shop. Could it be that the injustices he faced at the school made him give up his original dream?
As Meng Liangdong listened to Lin Yuan, his fingers deftly navigated the abacus beads. After more than two months of hard work, his skills had improved significantly, thanks, of course, to Mo Sanniang's meticulous teaching.
