The Beautiful Stepmother from the Eighties: Marrying a Factory Director to Raise Kids Chapter 363

A group of people walked toward the tenent building with miserable expressions. Seeing their regretful faces, Da Zhuang's mother felt unwilling to accept it. "It's no big deal. We can just go to other co-ops to buy it. This isn't the only co-op around. I don't believe they can return all the goods to every co-op in the city."

Hearing this, everyone exchanged glances. Soone couldn't help but say, "It's easy for you to say, Da Zhuang's mother. This is the only co-op in our neighborhood. Do you know how far the other co-ops are from here? Who would run seven or eight kiloters just for a al of at?"

"Exactly. There are many families living around every co-op. How would it ever be our turn to buy? By the ti we get there, there won't even be at scraps left."

Supply was already scarce right now. Even queuing up early in the morning here didn't guarantee you could buy any.

Going to other places to snatch it from others? Could they even win that fight?

It was simply asking for trouble.

Da Zhuang's mother choked on her words.

Soone couldn't help but suggest, "Why don't we go apologize to the Zhou family? I don't think that Si Nian is a bad person."

"Right, let's bring so gifts and apologize. We really did take our anger out on her before."

When the kids got sick from eating pork earlier, they happened to run into Si Nian, and Da Zhuang's mother wailed so loudly. Everyone subconsciously shifted their anger onto the Zhou family.

Now that the Zhou family was cooperating with the co-op to supply pork, it proved their at was definitely fine.

They had misunderstood before.

Da Zhuang's mother's lips moved, her face written all over with reluctance.

But for a mont, she couldn't find any words to refute them.

The group decided to act on it imdiately, hurrying back to prepare gifts to apologize at their door.

However, as soon as they ran downstairs, they heard their own children gathered together, singing and dancing.

"Second Child, dark and black, ears perked up in anger, loves eating pork but not vegetables, going bankrupt in a miserable state is so cute."

The group of parents almost passed out.

They had wondered how they managed to offend them—even though they had gloated over their misfortune, it was all done in private. After all, they were older and cared about their face, not daring to say it to their faces.

So the main culprits were right here!

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Si Nian went to No. 2 High School to hand in her howork. The other teachers were very satisfied, but the language arts teacher alone kept her behind to talk.

She seriously told her that the essays she wrote were not quite up to par.

Writing essays had always been Si Nian's weak point, not to ntion she hadn't written this kind of thing for many years, so naturally, she couldn't produce the level of writing from her youth.

Because only a few people knew about Si Nian being a teacher at No. 2 High School, the other teachers didn't know she was a teacher.

They only knew that Si Nian had children and needed to take care of them at ho, which was why she couldn't attend classes at school.

Although the other teachers initially disapproved, Si Nian's grades truly won them over. Plus, since the principal had agreed, what reason did they have to hold her back?

Anyway, even if she didn't co, she still did all the howork that the other students had.

As long as the submitted howork t the standards, they wouldn't say anything.

All along, Si Nian perford exceptionally well in all subjects.

Especially in English. The English teacher expressed that her beautiful English handwriting made her scalp tingle and feel ashad of her own. When reading Si Nian's English essays, she even had to consult a dictionary because there were so words she didn't know.

Over ti, she hadn't taught Si Nian anything; instead, she had learned quite a lot herself.

This made the English teacher so ashad she wanted to resign.

The other teachers didn't have any issues with Si Nian either.

Of course, the language arts teacher didn't have a problem with Si Nian either; it was just that writing a poor essay would result in severe point deductions.

It would be fine normally, but if she lost points on her essay during the college entrance examination, the loss would outweigh the gain.

The essays Si Nian wrote completely lacked the youthful enthusiasm of a high school student. They were so mature that it made one involuntarily frown.

It didn't feel like it was written by a high schooler.

The thematic style of essays varies in every era, so it was no wonder the language arts teacher cared about this issue.

Si Nian felt a bit of a headache, but still said very obediently, "Teacher, I might not be able to get away, but don't worry, I will read more of how others write when I get back."

The language arts teacher was just saying so; if Si Nian wasn't willing, she couldn't force her. But she did have a requirent. She rummaged through a large pile of howork next to her, pulled out a few essay notebooks, and handed them to her. "These are excellent essays written by previous college entrance examinees from our school. Read them more and learn from them. I will check next week."

Si Nian accepted them gratefully. It seed the teacher knew her problem and had prepared these for her in advance.

At this mont, she felt sowhat glad she hadn't entered No. 1 High School but No. 2 High School instead, because here, she had t a group of responsible and good teachers.

Si Nian: "Thank you, teacher."

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Many students walked over this way and happened to bump into Si Nian.

Because she was coming to school today, Si Nian dressed rather low-key: a simple short-sleeved shirt and jeans, paired with white sneakers. Her legs looked exceptionally long, yet not overly skinny, instead carrying a touch of voluptuous beauty.

Her hair was tied high in a ponytail, and she wore no makeup on her face. Her skin was white and tender, so supple it looked like water could be pinched out of it.

Furthermore, she was only nineteen herself. Students in this era started school late, so basically, there were people her age, and even older ones weren't unheard of.

A few green-looking teenage boys walked over from the teaching building hugging their books, and their eyes instantly went straight.

Si Nian walked past them, bringing a fragrant breeze.

This was sothing they couldn't sll on other girls at school.

Watching her leave, the boys found themselves unable to walk, almost simultaneously turning their heads to look at Si Nian.

Her back view was even more slender and moving.

When they snapped out of it, the students couldn't help but laugh and shove each other, wanting to go strike up a conversation with Si Nian.

Unfortunately, none of them had the courage to step forward. This girl was simply too beautiful. Her facial features were as bright and stunning as a flower of wealth in the mortal realm, while they were just the mud in the dirt.

"I just saw her co out of the office. Which class is she from? There's no way I wouldn't know if our school had such a beautiful girl."

"Right, could she be a newly transferred student?"

Si Nian's age was about the sa as theirs. Although her fashionable dress made people hesitate to approach, her age was obvious, so she definitely wasn't a teacher.

The boys got excited. Hugging their exercise books, they entered the office, only to see the language arts teacher there. Their hearts skipped a beat—could she be the language arts teacher's daughter?

The language arts teacher was packing up to go eat lunch. Seeing them co over, she said, "Put them here and go eat."

The boys looked at each other, lacking the courage to ask out loud.

The language arts teacher was famously strict, after all.

Suddenly, they noticed a test paper on the desk with the na Si Nian.

Soone imdiately asked, "Teacher, who is Si Nian? A student from another class?"

The language arts teacher didn't think much of it and replied, "No, she's in our class. Your horoom teacher accepted a repeating student a while ago. It's just that the student's family situation is a bit complicated, so she can't co to class and is self-studying at ho. This is her test paper."

Since Si Nian was already married and had a child, it wouldn't be good for her reputation if word got around. Therefore, the teacher had only ntioned it in passing without going into detail.

The group exchanged glances, imdiately understanding the situation.

The girl from just now was definitely the repeating student their literature teacher had talked about.

This was fantastic. A gorgeous girl had just joined their class.

"She's so pretty," one of the boys marveled as they walked out.

Another boy, his face full of infatuation, said, "All you guys see is a pretty face, but I'm different. I saw love."

The rest of the group: "......"