An Empress’s Return to the Present: The Real Young Lady’s Strong Comeback

Chapter 37: My Dream

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The task the production team arranged for them was a lecture. Each person would choose a subject they were good at to teach.

An Yang taught music, Ji Yao taught Chinese, Chu An taught mathematics, Lin Xue taught English, Gu Xiao taught art, and Meng Fei taught physical education.

After the evening self-study class on Friday, everyone rested for the night. Due to the schedule of the show, the students could only attend two extra days of classes on Saturday and Sunday. Of course, the Principal promised that they would be compensated for their weekend after two days of classes.

However, even if there were two extra days of classes at the last minute, the children’s enthusiasm for learning did not diminish in the slightest. Early the next morning, they were already seated in the classroom.

After one or two students had put away their small schoolbags, they went to the dining hall and took a bucket of pig feed to the pigsty. After filling up the food trough, they returned to the classroom.

Lin Xue was very curious about this scene, so she went to ask those children. They replied, “The school was built with the Principal’s own money, and the funds of the school depend on the money that Grandpa Principal earns from selling pigs. We all very much want to go to school, so we would help out Grandpa Principal.”

Lin Xue had mixed feelings upon hearing this.

[This is going to make me cry.]

[So it turns out that it is so difficult for children from the countryside to go to school?]

[I’m still complaining about how bad our school is every day, and suddenly feel a little guilty.]

As expected, without comparison, people were always unaware of their own good fortune.

The first class was mathematics. Chu An was suited to be a teacher in the first place. When he taught Gu Xiao how to do questions, he would give a very detailed lecture, what more when this was just elementary school mathematics. The students would follow his train of thought, and not only would they complete their learning tasks very quickly, they would even have a lot of extra time to expand on the content.

It could be said that Chu An’s teaching skills were much higher than their math teacher’s.

It was very clear that even the director didn’t dare to make trouble for Chu An’s class, and nothing happened during the entire class.

But the next class was Gu Xiao’s art class.

As the bell rang, the director sat at the end of the classroom, holding up a card that read: Showing the children the works of a master.

Gu Xiao glanced over hurriedly, and immediately understood the meaning behind the director’s command for her to do so.

Because they were to prepare for their own classes, Gu Xiao was originally from the village, and now that she had come to teach in the village’s school, if she chose a master’s painting to appraise for the children, she would definitely be scolded by the audience for putting on an act. Furthermore, the children would not possibly have the ability to appreciate it.

Though art was all about the sharing of tastes and customs, some so-called palace-level works were indeed not something that just anyone could admire.

Gu Xiao Xiao pretended to be a little flustered and said, “I’m sorry, students. Originally, the director wanted me to give you a Master Art Appreciation class, but the teacher’s skill is really limited. Hence, we will draw a simple painting today. Do you all want to know what it is?”

“Yes!” The children were very supportive, and replied in unison.

“What I want you to draw today is your dream. I’ll give you a period’s time. When you’re done, you can bring your painting up for everyone to see!”

The moment Gu Xiao’s words fell, the children began to draw, one after another.

The pictures of the children were especially simple. After about ten minutes, a boy walked up to the rostrum with his painting: the painting was filled with green and yellow, and in the centre of the painting, there were two big figures and one small one. The painting was very simple and crude, and even the detailed contents of the painting could not be seen at first glance.

However, the child still looked proud. He raised his painting and said, “My dream is for my family to have a good harvest every year. That way, my parents can work less.”

With this boy as an example, the remaining children all became bolder, and walked onto the stage to share their paintings the moment they completed them:

“I want to be a lawyer!”

“I hope to be with my parents forever.”

“I want to get into a university.”

The atmosphere in the classroom became lively. The children were all talking at once about their future lives, and Gu Xiao was watching all this with her chin propped up on her hand on the lectern, her heart filled with gratification.

All of a sudden, a child ran in front of Gu Xiao, “Teacher, then what is your dream?”

“My dream is naturally…” Gu Xiao had not finished his words, when she was suddenly stuck.