The 70s Novel: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Lie Down-Chapter 212: Moving In with a Suitcase

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Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Moving In with a Suitcase

Wang Miaomiao took a look at the course schedule and saw that each of the six classes had only one class per week, so the schedule was really quite relaxed. Very nice, very nice. ๐™›๐’“๐’†๐™š๐’˜๐’†๐“ซ๐™ฃ๐“ธ๐™ซ๐“ฎ๐’.๐’„๐’๐“ถ

Jiang Yan was also satisfied after looking at it and nodded, "This arrangement is pretty good."

Principal Jiang observed the man in front of him, who was sitting with perfect posture and meticulousness, and speculated about his identity. Judging by his appearance, he must have a significant background, so he said, "To have Mr. Wang and..."

He paused slightly, and Jiang Yan immediately understood his meaning. Indeed, he had not introduced himself all this time...

Jiang Yan stood up, "I am Jiang Yan, the fiancรฉ of Comrade Wang Miaomiao, and I have just been appointed as the district chief of District C."

When Principal Jiang saw Jiang Yan stand up, he quickly stood as well to shake hands with him. Indeed, upon hearing his introduction, he was overjoyed.

No matter the time, connections are a valuable asset. Luckily, he asked, or he would have missed the chance to acquaint himself with him.

"Mr. Jiang, a pleasure to meet you. I am also surnamed Jiang, Jiang Longsheng. You and Wang Miaomiao are truly a perfect match, enviable and delightful to meet you both." Jiang Longsheng smiled sincerely, and Jiang Yan felt an even better impression of him upon hearing the words "perfect match."

"Principal Jiang, we share the same surname. We were one family hundreds of years ago, nice to meet you!" Jiang Yan is quite aloof to people he doesnโ€™t know or who are insignificant, but if he sincerely wants to make a connection, he has his own ways. He speaks differently to different people and always gets along well.

The two of them quickly became engaged in lively conversation, becoming like brothers.

Wang Miaomiao watched, dumbfounded for a while, before realizing that Jiang Yan did it all for her, and her heart felt warm.

"Come on, Brother Jiang, Iโ€™ll take you and your wife to check out the dormitories." This was something he wouldnโ€™t typically arrange, but now he was more than happy to do so.

Jiang Yan stood up with a smile, "Alright, thank you, Brother Jiang."

Jiang Longsheng led the way, and Jiang Yan winked with a smile at Wang Miaomiao, who returned the smile with eyes full of admiration and appreciation.

As they walked, Jiang Longsheng introduced the dormitory situation for the teachers at the school: a single dorm is twenty square meters, while married ones are sixty square meters each.

On the way, they naturally came across some people, and Principal Jiang enthusiastically introduced them to each other.

Wang Miaomiao checked out the dormitory situation, finding that there were three empty rooms at twenty square meters each, and ultimately chose the one in the middle, not near the toilet or the kitchen.

Meanwhile, several offices in the school were discussing her situation.

"Principal Jiang personally took them to choose a dormitory. Tsk tsk... Based on how happily Old Jiang is smiling, they must be someone important. When they come over, should we give them a welcome?" Wu Qiao, head teacher of Class One, also a math teacher for both Class One and Two, was quite enthusiastic.

"Oh, Teacher Wu, listen to what youโ€™re saying. Donโ€™t we warmly welcome every new teacher who comes? Flatter if you want, but donโ€™t involve others, lest you make a fool of yourself..." Li Wen, head teacher of Class Three, taught math to both Class Three and Four.

She always couldnโ€™t stand Wu Qiaoโ€™s type of bootlicking, sycophantic behavior. Whatโ€™s with saying โ€™someone important,โ€™ giving them a welcome? Hmph...

Being fellow math teachers, they often butted heads. Itโ€™s a competitive field; six classes in first grade, three math teachers.

"Teacher Li, if you donโ€™t want to, thatโ€™s fine, but no need to mock us in your words. Youโ€™re the capable one, youโ€™re the noble one, the rest of us are just sycophants..." Wu Qiaoโ€™s fierce strategy dragged the rest of the office into the fray.

"Alright, alright, letโ€™s say less. The third period is about to start, are you all prepared?" The one speaking was an older Teacher Duan, who had just come in from outside after a class, listening to the two quarrel again, feeling a bit helpless.

He himself was the head teacher of Class Five and taught math for both Class Five and Six.

With his seniority, he no longer had the energy of the younger teachers. His general level of performance was average; among the six classes, he spent a bit of effort on Class Five, keeping it at a mediocre level for the entire grade. However, the other class he taught, Class Six, was terribly underperforming, always at the bottom of the grade.

Old Duanโ€™s words still carried some weight. Wu Qiao and Li Wen gave each other a fierce look and, unwilling, buried themselves in their work.

On this side, the dorm had been chosen, and Jiang Yan and Wang Miaomiao were relatively satisfied.

Principal Jiang suggested she officially start work tomorrow and take today to rest. Wang Miaomiao happily agreed.

Jiang Yan went to fetch the luggage from the car trunk while Wang Miaomiao started cleaning with one hand.

Working together, they quickly got the dormitory in order. Of course, it was Jiang Yan who diligently got things done, and it was good enough that Wang Miaomiao didnโ€™t make a mess.

Once everything was in place, they realized the room was still quite empty, noticing that many daily necessities still needed to be acquired.

Although there was a cafeteria on campus, it probably didnโ€™t taste very good. Wang Miaomiao still planned to make something herself, as she could manage to take care of herself with some food.

There was also a communal kitchen that she just checked out, which was quite crowded with several families sharing it. Wang Miaomiao didnโ€™t want to crowd in as well; it was too much trouble.

Taking advantage of the early time, the two of them went to the supply and marketing cooperative, buying everything they needed and returning.

"Small as a sparrow is, it has all its internal organs. Oh, how happy I would be when I have a place entirely my own." Wang Miaomiao looked around with satisfaction and a hint of regret, as it was ultimately just a temporary residence.

The small twenty-square-meter space was divided with a curtain into front and back parts, the front for cooking and eating, and the back housing a bed and a desk, with functions clearly defined.

Jiang Yan lit the stove, took water back to boil, and frowned while saying, "Iโ€™m still not comfortable with you living here alone; your hand isnโ€™t fully healed, and you shouldnโ€™t be doing these chores. Iโ€™ll still come over every day to cook for you."

"No, youโ€™ve just taken office, and Iโ€™m sure youโ€™ll be very busy every day, so thereโ€™s no need to worry about me." Wang Miaomiao was touched by his efforts but also felt truly helpless about his constant close watch.

Distance makes beauty, and she needed distance now.

"Bear with it for a few days, and once I find a good place outside, weโ€™ll move out." Jiang Yan disregarded her refusal, sticking to his plan.

When it came to the house, Wang Miaomiao got interested and quickly asked, "Any leads on the house yet?"

"Yes, Iโ€™ve checked out three places and am discussing the price." Jiang Yan went on to detail the basic information about the three properties.

Wang Miaomiao clicked her tongue, "So expensive... I donโ€™t have enough money..."

Jiang Yan gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes carrying such a profound meaning that it made her blush instantly.

The last time she mentioned not having enough money to buy a house, Jiang Yan went back and handed her his bank book, clearly stating whatโ€™s his is hers...

And now she says she doesnโ€™t have enough money. Ha... Clearly, she didnโ€™t take his words to heart... How should he punish her?