I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 343: Morning Blossoms and Evening Plucks
Detection object: Gu Yiming

Likes and dislikes towards the host: Jealousy, Malice

"Ah this?"

Zhang Yang blinked and looked at the seemingly harmless boy in school uniform in front of him.

This is hatred without any reason.

Hiss, I never thought this handsome boy would have such a thing in his mind? He thinks he is the hero of a youth novel, right?

Planning a teacher-student romance? Young Mu Ai, right?

"Teacher Meng, I won't disturb you from eating. I'll go back first." The boy named Gu Yiming greeted politely, glanced at Zhang Yang again quietly, then turned around and left.

Zhang Yang looked at the young man's back as he left, seeming to be thinking about something.

The lunch was naturally a great success for both the host and the guests, especially Meng Baoliang, who was extremely drunk. When he was helped to the room by Meng's mother to rest, he kept saying "Mr. Zhang" and "I'm not treating you well".

In Teacher Xiao Meng's room:

"My dad is like this, he gets drunk when he's happy." Teacher Xiao Meng whispered on Zhang Yang's shoulder.

"It seems that Uncle is really happy drinking today." Zhang Yang said with a smile, "By the way, your student is quite friendly. Do your two families know each other?"

"No way?" Meng Baihan said, "They just moved here this year."

"Just moved in?" Zhang Yang said, "Why do I feel like there's something wrong with the way that guy looks at you? Could he be secretly in love with you?"

"How is that possible?" Meng Baihan opened his mouth wide.

"How is it impossible?" Zhang Yang smiled and said, "With such a beautiful teacher like you in front of him, he is a teenager who is in puberty, so he must have some fantasies. Is he envious of her?"

"Then he'd better not do that. If he dares to confess his feelings, I will definitely scold him away!" said Teacher Xiao Meng.

Zhang Yang smiled and held Meng Baihan on his lap, then touched her all over.

"Just scold me?"

"Then...then..." Meng Baihan shuddered, "then give him a slap in the face...Zhang Yang, don't..."

She began to beg for mercy.

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Later in the evening, Meng Baoliang was awakened by the urge to urinate. He got up groggily and bumped into Zhang Yang who was walking out of Meng Baihan's room.

"Huh? Mr. Zhang?"

He looked at Zhang Yang's hands, which were wet and shiny.

"Uncle, are you awake? Didn't drink too much?" Zhang Yang nodded and smiled, squeezed some hand sanitizer as if nothing had happened, and then turned on the faucet.

Make the hand sanitizer into foam and evenly cover your hands.

Between fingers, on the fingers, on the back of hands and on the front of hands... Zhang Yang washed every part carefully.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Zhang." Meng Baoliang smiled embarrassedly, "Mr. Zhang, you must stay for dinner tonight!"

"No, I have something to do this afternoon." Zhang Yang said politely.

"That's right... your business is so big." Meng Baoliang said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, if you have a chance... you must come again next time. My daughter, I often miss you."

"Okay, I'll come next time." Zhang Yang smiled, "Uncle, I won't bother you anymore. Bye."

"I'll see you off."

A moment later, at the door of the villa.

Meng Baoliang respectfully escorted Zhang Yang to the Cullinan, then slowly walked away from the door of his home.

On his way back, the scene he had just seen kept flashing back in his mind... What happened to that hand? Why was it so wet?
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On the way back, Zhang Yang called Anderson of the Four Seasons Hotel and asked him to contact Yinghai Middle School on behalf of the hotel to discuss the donation.

Zhang Yang has too many identities.

But since I am donating to my alma mater in my hometown, I will just donate as the owner of Yinghai Four Seasons Hotel.

As for how much to donate?
"How about a first donation of 30 million? I hope to use this money to set up an education fund at the school. You can discuss the details." Zhang Yang arranged it. "In the future, we can consider increasing the scale depending on the purpose and development of the fund."

Anderson received the instructions and went to do it immediately.

The campus donation of 100 million yuan is spread out over a long period of time, 30 million yuan in the first year and about 10 million yuan each year in the later years.

This money is enough to make Zhang Yang's reputation known among his younger classmates at his alma mater.

When I lived in the school dormitory, there was no air conditioning. In the middle of the summer, I had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. It was so hot that I had to use a basin to water the plants. I don't think I will ever have such days again.

This money can be used to improve the hardware environment of school buildings, or to support poor students, or a portion of it can be used to reward outstanding teachers and encourage them to passionately cultivate the next generation of outstanding students.

"Is this my way of giving back to my alma mater?" Zhang Yang shook his head and laughed.

Yinghai Middle School has so many graduates, and countless of them have made a name for themselves. But is there anyone like him who has such a sincere desire to repay others?
Even if this 100 million donation was given by the system.

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The donation was handled quickly and smoothly.

The current principal of Yinghai Middle School, as well as all the school leaders, were ecstatic and put in 100% enthusiasm to deal with this matter.

With full efforts from both sides.

In just a few days, this matter was completely implemented.

This donation of 30 million is unprecedented not only for Yinghai Middle School, but also for all high schools in the country.

The entire leadership of Yinghai Middle School was in an uproar.

That morning, Zhang Yang drove to Yinghai Middle School to attend the donation ceremony.

His idea is actually to be low-key and not to make a fuss.

But his idea was obviously contrary to the ideas of the leadership of Yinghai Middle School, who wanted to promote it well.

Of course, when I expressed this to him, I was naturally quite tactful.

"Mr. Zhang, good deeds like yours should be written about and publicized well so that all the students at Yinghai will remember you." This is what the principal said when he spoke to him on the phone.

Well then, let’s just do as they say.

In the square of the main building of Yinghai Middle School.

Zhang Yang walked down from Cullinan and looked up at the main building in the distance, feeling a little dazed.

Time flies, and many years have passed in a flash.

In a trance, he returned to high school many years ago.

He stood in the same position every Monday, at every collective meeting, and at the hundred-day oath-taking meeting before the college entrance examination, lost in the crowd, looking up at the school leaders speaking, occasionally taking a break to look at the youthful girls.

Or specifically refers to Meng Baihan.

At that time, she was full of youth, occasionally wearing a black ponytail, standing at the front of the team, and she was just a small and transparent person in the team.

And now?

Zhang Yang's mind flashed through the scenes of his interactions with Teacher Xiao Meng, and he smiled.

Not far away, the school leaders of his alma mater were walking quickly towards him with enthusiastic smiles on their faces. The names they used sounded unfamiliar to him.

"Welcome Mr. Zhang to our alma mater. Our alma mater welcomes you!"

Yes.

He is no longer an unknown figure drowned in the students. The school leaders who used to only listen obediently or even look up to him now only have flattery and respect in front of him, and the words between the lines are full of warmth and intimacy.

It’s just a bit of a pity that the school leaders before us are no longer the same as they were back then.

Collecting his thoughts, Zhang Yang walked forward with a smile and shook hands with everyone one by one.

From the principal to the vice principals, grade directors and academic directors.

With a sum of thirty million, any gift would be worth it.

"Eh? Teacher Zhou?" Zhang Yang smiled, looking at the somewhat reserved middle-aged man in front of him, and said with a smile, "Long time no see."

He had a deep impression of the person in front of him. He was his class teacher in the second year of high school. He was very caring towards him. At that time, his classmates also affectionately called him Lao Zhou. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for many years, Lao Zhou really got older, with white hair on his temples.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Teacher Zhou quickly raised both hands and shook hands.

"Teacher Zhou took great care of me back then, and I've been looking for an opportunity to thank Teacher Zhou." Zhang Yang said with a smile. "Teacher Zhou, let's get together some other day and sit down with each other."

Teacher Zhou was stunned, and a warm feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

"Okay, okay, I'll do."

Suddenly, everyone around looked over, and the situation became different.

"Haha, a good teacher produces good students." The principal looked at Teacher Zhou and laughed heartily. "Teacher Zhou really has many students who are famous all over the world."

Teacher Zhou straightened his back.

After a while, a group of people surrounded Zhang Yang and went to the office building.

Along the way, Zhang Yang chatted with the principal and talked about the subsequent donation plans.

"Depending on how the fund is used, we'll donate another 10 million every year." Zhang Yang said casually.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. We will use the funds for their intended purposes. We will make sure that every penny is put to good use." The principal patted his chest and promised, and then looked at Teacher Zhou, "Teacher Zhou, go back and prepare well. I am going to add more burdens to your shoulders."

There was a sudden envy among the people around.

Teacher Zhou opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his heart shocked.

Who is responsible for this?
It’s the former student in front of me.

For a moment, his eyes were filled with gratitude, his heart was filled with mixed emotions, and his eyes were hot and red.

"Teacher Zhou has the qualifications and ability, so it's the right thing to do."

"Yes, yes, it's time for Teacher Zhou to take on more responsibilities!"

There was a chorus of responses all around.

Zhang Yang looked at the reactions of the school leaders in front of him and knew what was going on.

Logically speaking, after so many years, Mr. Zhou should have been promoted, and I just added fuel to the fire. But often, many people lack this kind of fire in their lives.

Inside the conference room, a banner for the donation ceremony was put up.

All the outstanding teachers of Yinghai Middle School gathered together to witness the donation ceremony.

There were cameras and cameras at the scene, filming non-stop.

These promotional photos will later appear on the school’s official website and even in the promotional news on the district education bureau’s website.

After the ceremony, Zhang Yang looked across the crowd and met the figure standing among a group of young female teachers from afar.

"Look, Mr. Zhang is looking at me?"

"You're obviously looking at me."

A group of female teachers who had just graduated from normal college a few years ago were talking in low voices with shy eyes.

Such a rich and handsome man is exactly like the image of the perfect boyfriend in their fantasies.

As he was speaking, Zhang Yang had already pushed through the crowd.

"old classmate."

He stood in front of Meng Baihan and blinked gently.

Teacher Xiao Meng felt the various gazes from all around her and her face turned red.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see this.

"Mr. Zhang, it seems that you and Teacher Meng are high school classmates?" The principal came over and asked with a smile.

"Yes." Zhang Yang smiled, his eyes never leaving Teacher Xiao Meng. "I have a very good relationship with Teacher Xiao Meng. I even went to her house for dinner a few days ago."

The principal suddenly understood and his mind became clear.

"I see."

There is no need to say much, just a few simple words and he will know what to do.

It's nothing more than being helpful in big and small matters, and not forgetting Xiao Meng when good things happen. In the eyes of his principal, these are just a matter of raising his hand or opening his mouth, and there will naturally be no problem at all.

"Principal Wang, Teacher Xiao Meng and I are going out for a walk," said Zhang Yang.

"Okay, no problem, Mr. Zhang, you can walk around as you like." Principal Wang said quickly, "Teacher Meng, then you can walk around with Mr. Zhang."

Meng Baihan hummed lightly and left the meeting room side by side with Zhang Yang.

Principal Wang gently pushed open the door and glanced into the corridor, just in time to see Zhang Yang putting his arms around Teacher Xiao Meng's waist.

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"So what you said is true." Meng Baihan blushed, "30 million, you are really willing to donate! I thought you were just donating a little."

"How can a simple donation protect you?" Zhang Yang said with a smile, "You won't feel pressured to take leave in the future, right?"

"You can't always invite me. Do I still need to go to class?" Meng Baihan looked happy, with a little girl's attachment. "At most, once a month at most. It's not right to invite you more than once a month."

"I forgot to tell you that I plan to donate another 10 million every year in the future."

Teacher Xiao Meng's eyes widened and he was stunned.

"Or...or for...me?"

"What's a year of protection for you?" Zhang Yang looked at the face in front of him, and slid his hand across her cheek and white chin. "A few years is a few years, and I will protect you all the way. Is that good enough?"

Meng Baihan pursed his lips and a smile instantly blossomed.

She stood on tiptoe and came up to him for an irresistible passionate kiss and hug.

The kiss was very hot, just as hot as the temperature of Teacher Xiao Meng that his fingers felt in Teacher Xiao Meng's room that day.

"Zhang Yang...when will you and I..." she said coquettishly.

"With you what?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Hmph... Zhang Yang... I've taken the initiative and said so much, don't girls have any dignity?" Teacher Meng bit Zhang Yang's ear gently, "If you continue to act stupid and tease me, I won't pay any attention to you!"

Looking at Teacher Meng in front of him showing off her shy little girl look, Zhang Yang was overwhelmed with emotions.

How many years ago could he have imagined that there would be such a scene in the future?

Meng Baihan acted like a spoiled child to him and even took the initiative to ask...

"Accompany me to visit the school, the old teaching building, the old classrooms." He took Meng Baihan's hand and said with a smile.

"Okay." Teacher Xiao Meng chuckled.

The familiar campus seems to have never changed day by day and year after year.

The wisteria trellis for parking bicycles, the red teaching building of Harvard, and the boys and girls running in the corridor during class breaks.

Everything looks like youth.

Revisiting the old place, I was really moved.

It is said that youth and the feeling of youth cannot be possessed at the same time.

But what to say at this moment?

Teacher Xiao Meng is right beside me.

During her school days, she was the white moonlight and youth of countless boys. At this moment, Zhang Yang at least possessed the youth of others.

"The upper floor is the classroom of our previous class, do you remember? The corridor over there is my office, do you want to go take a look?" Meng Baihan turned around and asked Zhang Yang with a smile.

"Go ahead and reminisce about your youth." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)