Chapter 112: I Won’t Call You a Crazy Tsundere Anymore

On this day, the guests officially took over the teaching tasks for the five classes at this Hope Primary School.

The primary school curriculum wasn’t too extensive. Besides the usual Chinese, Math, and English, there were also classes in Music, Science, Moral Education, and Physical Education.

The guests split into small groups, each taking on two or three subjects, efficiently handling the teaching load.

After finishing two math classes, Fang Zhou returned to the shared office and collapsed into a chair for a moment.

The livestream camera had already moved to this large office, occasionally cutting to the classrooms to show the viewers the live teaching scenes.

“How do you feel?”

Qi Le, sitting next to Fang Zhou, grinned and struck up a conversation.

His Physical Education classes were probably scheduled for the afternoon, so he seemed quite relaxed.

Fang Zhou spoke honestly, “It feels good, just not used to teaching two consecutive classes, hahaha.”

Qi Le laughed along, “Now we should call you Teacher Fang.”

Fang Zhou quickly waved his hands, modestly saying, “I’m not worthy of the title.”

After exchanging some mutual compliments, they went back to their tasks.

It was break time, so almost everyone was either grading assignments, preparing for classes, or chatting.

The harmonious scene made the livestream viewers sigh,

“They’re so serious, I feel like going back to study my CET-4 vocabulary.”

“Damn, I should start studying for my teacher certification too! It’s really inspiring.”

“I’m dying of laughter, watching a dating show actually made me want to work harder. Even Master Ma would say: ‘Drink mouse tail juice.'”

Qiao Sisi came back holding a stack of assignments, her eyes brightening when she saw Fang Zhou.

“Fang Zhou, I need to discuss something with you!”

Her voice was just loud enough for everyone in the office to hear.

Some people subtly perked up their ears, curious about what they were going to say.

Others paused their work, picking up their cups to drink while glancing toward Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou turned his head and saw Qiao Sisi’s somewhat conflicted expression, so he straightforwardly asked, “What’s the matter? Is it convenient to say here? Or should we talk outside?”

He was hinting to Qiao Sisi that if it was a private matter, it should be discussed in private, not in front of everyone.

Qiao Sisi put down the assignments and motioned for Fang Zhou to talk outside.

They stood in the hallway, and after making sure no one was around, Qiao Sisi spoke in a low voice, “I found that two girls in our class seem to be in difficult situations. I want to help them.”

It turned out to be a class matter, making Fang Zhou feel a bit embarrassed for his earlier small-mindedness.

“You want to help them? That’s great, it’s a good deed.”

Qiao Sisi’s initiative to help was much better than a token donation. At least the money she gave would be used effectively.

“How do you plan to help them?”

This was what Fang Zhou was most interested in.

Qiao Sisi furrowed her pretty brows and said hesitantly, “I don’t know their family situations well enough to decide whether to give them money directly or provide specific supplies.”

She had seen many news stories about donations to mountain girls being used for their brothers instead.

The mountain areas’ mindset might still lag behind the towns of the same era.

While town girls had already gained autonomy, mountain girls were still shackled by layers of constraints.

Qiao Sisi was unsure, so she came to ask Fang Zhou.

In her view, Fang Zhou was the person she trusted most and the one who had first suggested volunteering. He should have more ideas.

Fang Zhou also fell into deep thought.

Without knowing the family situations of the two girls, giving too much money rashly might be disastrous.

However, if they bought supplies only for those two, others might have opinions.

Throughout history, the issue wasn’t scarcity but inequality, and these two girls might even face targeting.

“How much do you plan to donate?”

Fang Zhou wanted to know a rough figure, whether vague or specific, to make a decision.

“Three hundred thousand, is that enough?”

Qiao Sisi blinked, asking sincerely.

Fang Zhou was taken aback by the amount, laughing, “Of course, it’s enough. You can start by giving them some practical supplies.”

“Later, after a home visit to understand their situations, you can decide on further assistance.”

Qiao Sisi nodded thoughtfully, agreeing, “You’re right.”

“Since we’re buying supplies, let’s get some for the other students too.”

“Bed sets, two quilts, a pillow, and two down jackets each. That way, when winter comes, the kids will be better off.”

“Oh, and water usage is inconvenient here… why not donate a new dormitory?”

Qiao Sisi recalled the scenes from her dorm checks, feeling both pity and admiration for the students’ dedication despite their tough conditions.

Just now, she had seen how focused the students were in class.

Maybe it was because the previous volunteer teachers had taught well, or the kids were inherently diligent.

As an actress, Qiao Sisi had strong empathy. When she put herself in the students’ shoes, she was brought to tears.

Fang Zhou looked up, surprised, “You want to donate to all the students? And even a building?”

Qiao Sisi nodded firmly, “Yes, I’ll call my agent later. She’ll contact the foundation.”

Every year, the foundation named after her donated money. This year, it could go here.

Fang Zhou was impressed by Qiao Sisi’s generosity, giving her a thumbs up.

“That’s amazing!”

If it weren’t for needing to save money for his sister’s treatment, he would have donated tens of thousands himself.

For him, being there was also a form of contribution.

Don’t do evil just because it’s small, don’t neglect good just because it’s minor.

He could always contribute more after his sister’s illness was cured.

Qiao Sisi, receiving the praise, couldn’t hide her smile, modestly covering her mouth, “Oh, it’s just something within my ability.”

Fang Zhou couldn’t let her be so modest, showering her with compliments, making Qiao Sisi feel on cloud nine.

“You’re the most compassionate celebrity! I must thank you on behalf of the kids!”

He silently added in his heart: I won’t call you a crazy tsundere anymore.

You’re a living Bodhisattva, a great philanthropist, the reincarnation of Guanyin!