lcionline Chapter 697 Campus Life (1)
Chapter 697 Campus Life (1)
Although it may seem a bit exaggerated, it is indeed quite far for Wangyou, who has difficulty getting out of bed.
That's an exaggeration. For someone who practices martial arts, getting up early is a must; she just likes to stay in bed a little longer.
Wangyou refused the driver arranged by her family and bought a bicycle to have it airlifted to her. As for a nanny, she still needed one, otherwise she would have to eat out.
Eating out occasionally is fine, but if she eats out too often, her mother will probably start nagging.
The driver and nanny live downstairs, and since Wangyou doesn't need a driver, he becomes her bodyguard, responsible for protecting her safety and picking her up on special days, such as rainy days.
"Miss, this is a school uniform. Please try it on and see if it fits."
Wangyou glanced at the school uniform of Taoyuan No.1 Middle School. Hmm, it was no different from the traditional school uniform of China. It was the kind that was very loose. Wangyou touched the fabric and found that it felt surprisingly good, just like the ones she used to wear.
Wangyou figured out why after thinking about it. Her skin had been delicate since she was a child, and any slightly cheaper fabric would definitely cause her to break out in rashes. Her parents must have thought of this long ago.
"Thank you, Aunt Hong. I'll go try it right away."
Wangyou tried it and thought it was okay, so she didn't change it anymore.
"Aunt Hong, I heard that you and Uncle Gui's child are here. If you're free, why don't you bring them over to live with you?"
"Miss, is it really okay?"
"Yes, don't worry, I'll tell my parents."
"Thank you, Miss." Aunt Hong and Uncle Gui said gratefully. They had been working hard in the big city for many years, but although the Yun family's salary and benefits were high, it was not safe. So they had never dared to bring their child over.
Actually, it's more because although the Yun family is very generous to their subordinates and provides them with generous subsidies, they would never allow the children of their servants to move into the Yun family home. Moreover, renting or buying a house in Haishi is extremely expensive, and the class distinctions are very obvious.
They weren't entirely at ease sending their children out to other places. More importantly, the educational resources in the two regions were vastly different, and the children from the small county town simply couldn't keep up with the pace and were easily bullied.
Wangyou naturally understood that Uncle Gui and Aunt Hong were the outermost members of the Yun family and didn't have much contact with things. However, because they were locals from Taoyuan County and were husband and wife, they were brought up in front of everyone.
Of course, the Yun couple couldn't really be that carefree, so Wangyou had quite a few bodyguards hidden around her, which were beyond the reach of people like Uncle Gui and Aunt Hong.
As for their salaries, the Yun family's finance department regularly transferred them to the two of them. As for their household expenses in Taoyuan County, Wangyou naturally transferred them to Aunt Hong every month.
The Yun family's children may seem pampered, but they would never raise descendants who are ignorant and uncultured.
Therefore, within three days, Wangyou had a clear understanding of the various prices in Taoyuan County, so there was absolutely no situation like the one depicted on TV, where someone embezzled public funds or deceived their superiors. Besides, Wangyou was no pushover.
On Monday, Wangyou rode her bicycle to school, accompanied by Aunt Hong and Uncle Gui's two children.
"Miss, let me take you to the Academic Affairs Office!" Song Yu said with a smile.
"Okay, don't call me Miss, just call me by my name. You can do whatever you want, and don't listen to your parents about taking care of me or anything like that," Wangyou nodded and said.
"Okay." Song Yu nodded.
"Song Qiao, you go to your class first!"
"Okay, Yun." Song Qiao, now a sophomore in high school, left quickly.
Walking with Song Yu on the road of this century-old school, to be honest, I felt a little emotional. I was moved that her father had donated a building, so that she could have more freedom at school.
After completing her enrollment at the Academic Affairs Office, Wangyou was taken to her new class, Class 9 of the first year of high school, by the Academic Affairs Director.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard a boy inside shouting, "I believe boys can surpass me, but girls can't possibly surpass me!"
"Tch, you talk like you're such a good student," a girl said, pursing her lips.
Wangyou glanced at the academic affairs director, who was clearly somewhat embarrassed.
"I'll take you to see the homeroom teacher of Class 9 first, and she can make better arrangements for you."
"Sure, I'm fine with it."
The academic affairs director took Wangyou to another office.
"Xiao Zhou, come here for a second."
Then the dean of academic affairs called her over and whispered a lot of things to her. Wangyou, who has excellent hearing, heard it all, which was actually a bit awkward.
Wangyou swayed to the sides, and there were all the classrooms next to her. She glanced at the desks and then at the teacher's desk, which was covered with scratches and some wormholes, making her feel a little uncomfortable.
"Alright, that's settled then. Yun Wangyou, you're now in Teacher Zhou's class."
"Okay, thank you, hello Teacher Zhou." Wangyou greeted him politely.
"I'll be going now if there's nothing else." The dean of academic affairs turned to leave.
"Wait, Director, I'd like to ask if all the desks are like this?" Wangyou asked, pointing to a desk near the door of the next classroom.
"Everyone's desks are pretty much the same, except some students like to carve things on them."
"Can I pay to replace a whole batch of desks? We need to replace them from the first year of high school to the third year," Wangyou said very seriously.
"Of course." The dean of academic affairs smiled broadly.
"I want the best, not the second-best, and I really don't want to find out that anyone has embezzled my money." Wangyou spoke with the most obedient expression.
"no problem."
“Okay, send me the school’s financial account number. I’ll transfer three million to buy desks, that’s more than enough. I don’t want to see desks like this in the future.” Wangyou pointed to the dilapidated desk and said.
Turning her head, Wangyou saw the gym equipment downstairs. "How about we replace all the gym equipment? Forget it, I won't transfer any money to you. I'll just have someone come and do it. Is that alright?"
"No."
Once Wangyou had made up her mind, she called Song Gui directly and asked him to order a batch of desks, chairs, and fitness equipment for the school. She then contacted the school's academic affairs director directly, and once the order was confirmed, she would allocate the funds.
"Director, please write down this phone number. We'll tell him the exact numbers once we've compiled them."
"it is good."
"Teacher Zhou, let's go to Class 9!"
"Okay, just follow me."
Teacher Zhou had just heard the head of the pediatrics department say that this student was not to be trifled with, and then she turned around and showed him a picture of a large, well-endowed man. Indeed, he was not someone to mess with.
As for Song Gui, after hanging up the phone and discussing it with Aunt Hong, they realized that Wangyou was complaining that the desks at school were too dilapidated.
He immediately went to the building materials market to investigate, thought about the materials of the desks and chairs that Wangyou usually used, and immediately decided on the materials for the desks. Then he replaced them for the first class of the first year of high school, Class 9, where the young lady was.
After the academic affairs director left, they immediately went to see the principal. The group got together and thought about it for a while. They considered the building where Class 9 was located and decided that it would be better to move Class 9 to another teaching building first.