Chapter 197 (True) Teaching and nurturing students is not bad, but

When handling the scholarship matter, Old Liu was exceptionally serious.

He read out the results almost word for word, then had the Discipline Committee Member post the list for public display.

As for privacy, that wasn’t a concern.

Jiang Nian wasn’t too familiar with his classmates, so he didn’t pay much attention.

Li Hua, however, listened with great interest, especially when he heard certain names. The expression on his Face was even more intriguing, and he kept muttering to himself.

Jiang Nian was a little curious and nudged him with his elbow.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you know that person?” Li Hua whispered. “He also got a scholarship last semester, then turned around and bought several pairs of shoes costing five or six hundred, and now he’s applied again.”

Jiang Nian wasn’t familiar with that person and shook his head.

“Never spoken to him.”

“Damn it, I would’ve applied too if I’d known,” Li Hua gritted his teeth, though it was clearly just an angry remark.

One phone call to his dad’s workplace, and everything would be clear. Li Hua’s family was a typical county civil servant family, with no illness or disaster. How could he apply for poverty assistance?

Jiang Nian didn’t care much; such situations indeed arise when vetting isn’t strict.

However, as long as the money reaches those who truly need it, that’s fine. Unfair situations occasionally happen. If it’s truly unbearable, just report it.

However, Olympiad Class Three had more spots, so there wasn’t a situation where truly needy students were squeezed out. It was just tough for other classes with many poor students but few quotas.

Huang Cailang heard his name and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

As for other people’s situations, he wasn’t actually too concerned.

Zeng You was looking down at his book. With the Homeroom Teacher present, he couldn’t be so brazen as to directly read a novel on his phone.

He had to give Old Liu some Face, lest he fall into his hands someday.

His family background wasn’t actually good; if he applied, he could actually get it.

But there was a rule for applying for poverty assistance: one had to go up to the podium and explain their situation. That meant airing his grievances in front of the entire Class, which he felt was too shameful.

To tell the entire Class how difficult his family was for a thousand yuan was like tearing open a raw wound and exposing it to classmates he spent every day with.

He believed he couldn’t do such a thing.

After all, the poverty assistance was only a little over a thousand yuan in total; he could earn a thousand yuan in just a few days working a summer job.

Thinking of this, Zeng You couldn’t help but look at Huang Fang.

He hadn’t expected that the girl in his group was an abandoned infant, cast aside by her parents at birth and picked up and raised by her current adoptive parents.

Her adoptive parents were nearly fifty when they found Huang Fang. By the time she grew up, her adoptive parents were already gray-haired and almost unable to work.

Even worse, Huang Fang’s father had been bedridden since falling and injuring himself at a construction site.

Zeng You withdrew his gaze, rubbed his hair. He had never heard Huang Fang mention it before.

Perhaps it was because applying for poverty status at school previously only required going to the Homeroom Teacher’s office. He didn’t know when it changed to requiring public disclosure in Class.

Yu Tongjie was a bit anxious. It had been a day or two already; why hadn’t he seen any movement from that person?

Damn it, taking money and not doing the job, is it?

If he were in his original class, he would have already rushed to Hu Nianzhong’s front, dragged him out of the classroom, and sternly questioned him about why he went back on his word.

But now it was Olympiad Class Three; the level was different.

He watched Old Liu’s retreating back after he finished arranging the list of needy students, and couldn’t help but clench his fists.

Son of a bitch, he even got a poverty scholarship?

I’ve already helped you with your studies, and you’re still poor, damn it!

Suddenly, he saw Hu Nianzhong get up from his seat and bolt out of the classroom, seemingly to chase after the Homeroom Teacher.

Yu Tongjie’s eyes immediately lit up. Alright, I misjudged you.

In the corridor.

Old Liu heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

“Hu Nianzhong, do you need something?”

He looked at this student of his with good grades, and his gaze softened a bit.

He basically knew who in the Class was poor and who wasn’t.

There were Young Masters, Young Misses from Nanjiang Bay, and also students who couldn’t afford tuition.

The rich were truly rich, and the families of the poor students were truly poor.

For example, the student in front of him, Hu Nianzhong, had two sick people at home. He relied on various national subsidies to live, and every time tuition was due, it would be delayed for a while.

Regarding this, Old Liu helped whenever he could.

Other teachers were afraid of trouble, but he wasn’t.

When it was time to collect class fees, he would also conveniently help a few students from difficult families pay in advance. The class fees weren’t much, small change under a hundred.

To be honest, he didn’t care about a teacher’s salary, let alone class fees. Even if students borrowed money from him, it didn’t matter; his eyes only saw progress.

Although teaching and educating people wasn’t bad, if he could participate in administrative work, it would surely broaden his prospects for the future.

“Nothing, Teacher, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the restroom,” Hu Nianzhong said, covering his stomach, a bit embarrassed.

He had eaten lunch at the Cafeteria, and now he had a bit of an upset stomach.

“Hmm, go ahead,” Old Liu nodded.

Hu Nianzhong awkwardly acknowledged and was about to rush towards the restroom.

But he was called back by Old Liu again.

“Wait!”

“Ah?” Hu Nianzhong stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at Old Liu. “Teacher, what’s wrong?”

In the corridor, Old Liu thought for a moment and then spoke.

“It’s autumn and winter season change recently. If you keep having diarrhea, go see a doctor. Just get a leave slip from me. Your health is important, and I can lend you the money first.”

“No need, Teacher,” Hu Nianzhong shook his head.

“What are you afraid of? Afraid I’ll ask you to pay me back?” Old Liu, uncharacteristically, made a joke and patted Hu Nianzhong’s shoulder. “You can pay me back when you start working later.”

If this chapter wasn’t written well, it would become personal opinion. Unsure, so I wrote it a bit more plainly.

Originally, it was connected to the previous part. I thought the character development transition was too long. So I simply split it into two chapters, for selective subscription. High-level VIPs should only need to spend five points to read it.