On the first floor of the foreign trade guesthouse, Jiang Cheng was squeezed into a corner, hugging her shoulders, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

When Director Leng came in from outside, scanning the room with his eyes, he almost missed Jiang Cheng in the corner.

For a moment, he wanted to laugh, seeing Jiang Cheng without a trace of presence for the first time.

Well... it’s quite amusing.

He wouldn’t admit that he wanted to see some excitement.

"Everyone, this is Director Leng from foreign trade."

Mr. Zhao immediately noticed Director Leng personally coming over, although he didn’t know why, as a conscientious subordinate, he quickly approached Director Leng.

After Mr. Zhao’s introduction, the group of white-haired teachers fell silent in an instant; some bowed their heads, some rubbed their hands, some looked around.

In short, no one made eye contact with Director Leng, let alone spoke up.

The spacious guesthouse was filled with over dozens of people—a complete standstill.

In these quiet seconds, Director Leng began to miss Jiang Cheng in the corner.

Why didn’t she speak today?

The thought flashed by, and Director Leng spoke:

"Hello everyone, I am Leng Cheng, responsible for this special training. Now, let’s move to the foreign trade building, where the classrooms are arranged."

"We will also have our breakfast, lunch, and dinner there in unity."

Director Leng paused for two seconds, again met with complete silence.

He couldn’t help but look back, resulting in seeing a hand, struggling to raise.

An old gentlemen, very tall, was entirely blocking Jiang Cheng so raising this hand was challenging.

Director Leng wanted to laugh again.

"Xiao Zhao, please count the number of people. Once everyone is here, we’ll get on the bus and head out. Let the teachers have breakfast first."

"Yes!"

Mr. Zhao started to count the people and sign in for attendance.

In total, there were twenty-one teachers, including Jiang Cheng.

The oldest was seventy-three years old, and the youngest was Jiang Cheng, with many in their forties and fifties, yet looking quite old.

After signing in one by one, the teachers lined up and exited the guesthouse to get on the bus.

Jiang Cheng was the last one.

Director Leng finally saw Jiang Cheng’s face at the door.

Seeing the unabashed amusement in Director Leng’s eyes, Jiang Cheng graciously gave a smile, "Director Leng, how do you find my mime performance?"

Director Leng was defeated by Jiang Cheng’s unconventional thought process.

"Very impressive."

"I thought so too."

Director Leng, facing the familiar temperament of Jiang Cheng, smiled with helplessness and joy.

"Alright, let’s give you a little reminder, you were specially selected as a teacher, so take care a bit... teacher ethics."

"Don’t get too carried away, be steady."

Director Leng reminded, Jiang Cheng responded with, "hm hm hm," whether she would heed it later was uncertain.

Jiang Cheng also prepared to get on the bus.

As she turned around, she caught several people leaning against the window watching her. Upon her turning around, they swiftly turned back, pretending innocence.

Jiang Cheng felt like a monkey in a zoo, a... newly arrived monkey.

New monkey Jiang Cheng got on the bus and found that others were sitting in pairs, but she was alone.

The lone Jiang Cheng headed to the last row, comfortably settling in the middle seat of the bus, her gaze capable of scanning the entire room.

Director Leng and Mr. Zhao also got on the bus, the two sitting in the front while the whole bus compartment stayed terrifyingly quiet.

Sitting in the front, Director Leng’s mind filled with murmurs: Why is Jiang Cheng so quiet?

This really didn’t fit her character.

Quietly, they arrived at the foreign trade building, everyone got off and followed behind Director Leng inside.

Jiang Cheng remained at the back the whole time, diligently bringing up the rear.

The group first went to the cafeteria to eat, each with their own lunch box.

As the last one to get food, Jiang Cheng could chat with people at each window, making the lunch ladies smile cheerfully.

Looking at Jiang Cheng from afar, Director Leng nodded repeatedly thinking: This is Jiang Cheng’s normal state.

After breakfast, led by Director Leng, everyone took a walk around.

They learned where the classrooms were, how many students there might be, and estimated how many courses would be offered.

In one day’s time, they not only had to understand roughly the student’s levels, but also prepare tomorrow’s lesson plans.

Indeed, all the lesson plans were written afresh.

Among twenty-one teachers, three were history and humanities teachers set to teach humanities and history courses.

There were also two etiquette teachers specializing in etiquette training.

The remaining sixteen teachers were all foreign language teachers.

Sixteen teachers, responsible for ten language courses.

Currently, everyone gathered in a large classroom, taking turns to introduce themselves, languages they know, specialties or skills they possessed.

Director Leng was listening, while Xiao Zhao recorded any omissions.

The fact was, before coming here, all of these people had undergone a complete background check.

Currently, it’s just supplemental.

The preceding introductions were flat and straightforward, voices monotonous, listeners growing sleepy.

Director Leng struggled to keep awake, sipping water from the cup.

"Hello teachers, my name is Jiang Cheng, I... got in through connections!"

"Pfff——-"

Director Leng sprayed water several feet afar, eyes bulging like copper bells, staring straight at Jiang Cheng.

My goodness, what are you doing??

In his heart, Director Leng had countless questions, just then Jiang Cheng spoke again.

"As for skills... I think my skill is being likable."

"Can’t help it, looking good is a plus."

Director Leng was completely overwhelmed, listening to Jiang Cheng bragging about why she is likable in "wild fabrications."

Losing all sense of sleepiness, he dared not even close his eyes.

For fear this ancestor might act on impulsive words, leading him to disaster.

Jiang Cheng’s self-introduction, absolutely eye-catching, causing several teachers to secretly smile.

This young lady, quite interesting.

Because Jiang Cheng was the last to speak, the entire classroom again sank into a bizarre silence after she finished.

Deep inside, Director Leng began regretting, why did he come for this job??

But no matter what, the matter still had to proceed.

"Teachers, next we will divide into pairs, each handling a classroom, interviewing students, and allocating them to classes."

"We have twenty-one people...."

"Report!"

Jiang Cheng raised her hand and called out.

Director Leng couldn’t shake the feeling that Jiang Cheng was planning something.

"Ms. Jiang Cheng, what’s the matter?"

"Report! Yes!"

Jiang Cheng stood up swiftly, straight as a rod.

"Report Director Leng, I am willing to form a solo group, becoming the mobile liaison for all teachers."

Though Director Leng didn’t understand why, he agreed regardless.

"Alright!"

"Thank you, director!"

Jiang Cheng acted like a little student making reports, her spirit enthusiastic and positive before sitting down.

After staff allocation, Jiang Cheng sweetly called out to all teachers, "Hello, teachers.

"Just call me if there’s anything, I’ll be your helper."

With admiration in her eyes, Jiang Cheng looked at all the teachers, as if a fledgling bird, full of reliance.

The opposite teachers, how long since they’ve seen such an expression, coupled with Jiang Cheng’s friendly, sweet smile, everyone slightly awkward offered back a smile.