Chapter 18 Busy In School
Sarah
"Teacher, please get in the car."
I approached the entrance of the mansion in desperation and saw the Bentley Mulsanne I'd picked up yesterday.
The same driver as yesterday was in the car, and Tony was also there. He immediately greeted me, inviting me in.
"Tony, we are late for school."
Tony smiled, "I know, Miss. Don't worry, we won't be late."
The car had everything, even a charger for my phone model.
While charging my phone, I exclaimed, "Tony, your brother’s car really does have everything, even a charger for my phone."
Tony's smile faltered slightly, he paused, and then replied, "Yes, we usually have everything ready in case anyone needs it."
"It's true, it's very convenient."
"Are you ready for your exams?" I asked casually.
Tony coughed. "Well... it's okay."
Tony's hands trembled slightly as he replied..
We arrived at school on time.
The fourth period was history, and I visited the class again. My history classes are very popular with the students.
I am known for clearly explaining historical events and memorizing many of the figures, making names easy to remember.
I also weave in lighter topics, such as popular historical sources and news, making history very easy to understand even for those who aren't interested.
"Tony, your pen stopped. Are you paying attention to the board?" My voice startled him, and I realized his notebook was empty.
He was too focused on finding the right moment to ask me a question, taking advantage of his position, and forgot to write it down.
"Please don't erase it! I'll write it down now!" From this front-row position, his view is almost filled by me at the podium and the board.
Besides, Leo is sitting in front of me, making it especially easy to stop.
"It's hard to see from the front row, isn't it? I'll wait for you. If anyone's not finished yet, please hurry up." I, as usual, takes a short break.
"Teacher is so beautiful, I think it's hard to concentrate, especially for the boys."
Ririka, the central figure of the female group and a standout in the class, spoke to me with the same casualness she would use to address her friends.
She is a typical bright and cheerful girl. She has long black hair tied in two pigtails, with a purple tint.
Despite her striking appearance, she is energetic and carefree, and her straightforward and modest nature allows her to have many friends.
Despite her high position in class, her open nature allows her to interact with everyone, disregarding group restrictions.
She hangs out with the popular crowd, studies with a group of diligent students, is a fan of a sports team, and engages in heated discussions about anime and games with a group of otaku.
Like Ririka, many female students gather around Sarah White during breaks and after school, asking her for beauty secrets and love advice.
"That's not true. Boys are enthusiastic about their studies and often ask questions." I replied.
"They just want to chat with teachers, right?" With a smile, Ririka Mayuzumi sees right through the boys' modest aggressiveness.
“Stop it, don't expose the cowardly hearts of boys who can't speak freely!” Tony chuckled.
I felt the boys clutch their chests, touched to the quick.
"Common topics make conversation easier. School, love, work—in any situation, it's better and more fun when the conversation flows naturally." My directness and persuasiveness are undoubtedly one of the reasons I am popular with both boys and girls.
"Well, Anthony, have you finished writing?" I looked at him while I couldn't help but admire him.
"Sorry, not yet," Tony replied.
"Come on, concentrate. You're looking at this too much. Is there something strange about me?"
"Hey, don't be silent. I'm worried." I asked again.
"No, nothing. Honestly, I was just fascinated by Ririka." His deliberately humorous remark caused the entire class to burst into laughter.
"See, I told you so!" Ririka Mayuzum's clear, ringing voice rang out.
Come to think of it, asking anyone during class is a bad idea.
"Just try to be moderate," I said casually, easily brushing off his words.
"Actually, I need some advice on something else," Tony said.
"What's bothering you?" I asked him.
"It's because this seat keeps me from falling asleep in class. history lessons are interesting, so I don't sleep." He amused.
"It's important not just in my lessons, but in all subjects. But getting enough sleep is important too." I told him quickly.
"I suppose that's true, too," he agreed quite decisively.
"Teacher, aren't you getting enough sleep?" another boy asked me mischievously.
"Most working adults don't get enough sleep," Tony replied to him.
Speaking as if he were the voice of all working adults, I complained.
"It's equally important for adults and children to lead a healthy lifestyle. Sleep, exercise, diet, rest—all of it is important. Otherwise, you can make mistakes in important decisions." I advised the class.
"When I hear talk like that, I don't want to work." Tony shows his laziness.
"You can't be a high school student forever."
"It seems we've talked too much. Okay, let's get back to the lesson." I looked at my watch.
After class, I supervise students, acting as a swim club advisor.
Even after classes end, I return to the staff room to finish grading assignments and other administrative work. At that time, my mobile rang, and I received the call.
"Hello, who's there?"
Shawn's voice was cold: "Come down."
The voice on the other end of the line cut off immediately: "I can't, I'm at work. Could you…"
"You only have 190,000 left to deduct. Are you sure you consider salary more important?" His voice was indifferent, his hand gripping the steering wheel.
"Then…" Shawn hung up.
I held my head in both hands. I wanted to ask him to park the car farther away, but Shawn was impatient. I wasn't surprised. When had the word "patience" even appeared in Shawn's vocabulary?
I risked finding an excuse to quit my job, at the cost of deducting 100 from my salary.
I looked left and right, but there was no sign of his car. As I pulled out my phone to make a call, a sudden dial tone rang in my ears.