"Marriage?"
A smug, lewd smile crept across Zhao An's lips. "Then I must congratulate you, teacher. Hehe, teacher, you're truly blessed."
"Not at all. It's just that my fiancé is currently worried about his honeymoon leave. He teaches math at No. 3 Middle School; he's a math teacher."
Zhang Qin explained, "Sigh, in the recent joint mock exam among several junior high schools, No. 3 Middle School did terribly in math. Out of the four schools, they barely ranked third. The principal was furious, and now these math teachers are busy trying to figure out a solution every day; they almost couldn't even think about the wedding."
She finished speaking and looked up at Zhao An, seemingly trying to get his attention, but Zhao An's expression remained unchanged.
Of the four junior high schools—No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4—No. 1 Middle School was undoubtedly the top one, with the best teaching resources all concentrated there.
Zhao An's school, No. 2 Middle School, was slightly better, but it was still far behind.
Previously, No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4 Middle Schools would compete to see who was the worst, ensuring no one was too far ahead, so everyone looked better. In those days of competing to be the worst, it wasn't shameful.
But Zhao An's meteoric rise single-handedly raised the average, making him the most dazzling student.
Even No. 1 Middle School was overshadowed.
Furthermore, many children of wealthy families and their heirs transferred to No. 2 Middle School, wanting to be classmates with Zhao An.
To curry favor with this genius, No. 1 Middle School suffered a significant decline.
Even though it was only slight, it still displeased the principal of No. 1 Middle School. Those children of the privileged few were valuable resources.
Society is all about connections, and now that those connections were gone, how could anyone be unhappy?
No. 3 Middle School was actually stronger than No. 4 Middle School in mathematics, but this time they suffered a major setback, not only falling behind No. 4 but also hitting rock bottom.
Comparing themselves to No. 2 Middle School was pointless; they had become the bottom of the list.
This was a major upheaval at No. 3 Middle School, resulting in a tragic situation for the teachers, who were forced to work overtime every day.
Zhao An smiled slightly, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.
"The principal of No. 3 Middle School won't even approve the wedding leave, will he? That would be terrible."
"No, but the time allotted is extremely tight. Besides, this incident has caused the school leaders a huge loss of face; I'm afraid they won't even come to the wedding."
Zhang Qin looked worried; it seemed her boyfriend was having a tough time lately.
Speaking of which, Zhang Qin mustered her courage and said softly, "Zhao An, will you come? No need for a gift, just come for a drink."
Zhao An picked up a glass of water and took a sip…
Looking at Zhang Qin's hopeful eyes, he couldn't help but sigh; this woman seemed to lack emotional intelligence.
Why did he say that?
As the principal, Bai Junlin was at the height of her power and certainly wouldn't concern herself with a teacher's wedding; a small gift would be considered generous.
As the principal, and a woman who would later be promoted to university president, she had to be careful with her words and actions.
Playing around in the office was one thing…
But she definitely needed to be careful in public.
There were over a hundred teachers in the school now; could they all attend?
That was impossible.
Even if Bai Junlin was Zhang Qin's father's student.
The bond between teacher and student was finite; favors were hard to repay.
But once repaid, it didn't matter anymore, and might even breed resentment.
"Me? I need to think about it."
Zhao An knew very well that if he went, the other school leaders would definitely go too.
That would be giving Zhang Qin face.
He definitely needed to be careful about this.
Sometimes, when people reach a certain level of success, their every word and action can unknowingly create a butterfly effect, so they need to be cautious in their words and deeds.
This is also true for Zhao An. He can do live streams, act, and do other things, but he will absolutely not appear in public.
The situations that need to be handled in public are too complicated; one wrong move could lead to serious trouble. Therefore, he doesn't go, and rarely does. He knows his own limitations.
There are many petty people; too many flies are annoying.
"Zhao An, please go for a bit. My father likes a lively atmosphere. I'm asking you."
Zhang Qin clasped her hands together, making a cute expression, appearing somewhat innocent.
Seeing Zhang Qin's expression…
Zhao An suddenly felt aroused, a lewd smile playing on his lips. "The consequences of asking me for help are something you can't afford.
Teacher, you'd better not get too close to me; I'm afraid something might happen to you.
Here's a thousand yuan. Thank you for your guidance today; I benefited greatly.
I'll find another dance teacher tomorrow, so I won't trouble you any further."
Zhang Qin didn't take the money; instead, she seemed flustered. "No… Zhao An, did I do something wrong?
Tell me, I'll definitely change. Please don't go to another teacher."
Zhao An's burning gaze swept over Zhang Qin's delicate body… "Teacher, has anyone ever told you that you're really alluring?"
Seeing Zhao An's gaze, Zhang Qin took a small, shy step back. "Zhao An, I... I'm your teacher."
"Teacher? A teacher is alluring, there's nothing wrong with that.
So, teacher, you'd better stay away from me.
Besides, the Ministry of Education has implemented reforms now. Teachers with poor performance evaluations will be dismissed. A competitive mechanism will lead to better teaching quality.
Principal Bai definitely won't have time for your wedding, and neither will Director Lin, so don't even think about it."
Zhao An stuffed a thousand yuan into Zhang Qin's hand, laughed heartily, and prepared to leave.
Reforms?
Evaluations?
Dismissal?
This is explosive news!
Zhang Qin thought it was directed at her, and the more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.
She only got the teaching job through connections.
If it weren't for connections, she wouldn't have gotten in at all. If it were an assessment, she definitely wouldn't have stood a chance. "Zhao An, wait! I can't take your money! Ah!"
Zhang Qin had just walked over when Zhao An pulled her into his arms, a hot, hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen; she could feel its intense heat even through her clothes.
As someone with experience, she immediately understood what it meant, and felt a surge of shyness and nervousness. She tried to get up, but he held her tightly. "No… Zhao An!"
"Is that so? Teacher, some things come at a price.
Your father's favors are exhausted. He can't pave the way for you anymore. What you do is up to you. You're an adult; you know what you should do without me telling you!"
Zhao An pressed his penis against her lower abdomen, a lewd smile playing on his lips.