Jiang Jiu hastily changed the topic, "Alright, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I'm going to rest."
Jiang Siyan said coldly, "Get that kid out of here!"
Jiang Jiu could not help but laugh and cry, "Here people sleep on a Kang, a very big Kang. There's a distance of a hundred thousand miles between us. Besides, he's not you."
"Let him try."
Jiang Jiu spoke a few more words to appease the man before hanging up the phone.
The next day, Jiang Jiu and Ruan Yuan followed the old village chief to the small school.
There was just one big classroom, with twenty to thirty children. Everyone knew that they were going to be on television today; they all made an effort to dress up, combing their hair neatly and washing their faces clean, even cleaning under their fingernails. Pairs of curious eyes stared at Jiang Jiu and Ruan Yuan—cautious, wary, yet amazed.
Even their teacher, Mr. Wang, rarely wore a leather jacket today, a gift from the village secretary.
