Zhou Chujiang was stopped by Lin Nianhe, who said, "Teacher Zhou, don't rush off yet, there's more to discuss."
"Oh, okay!"
Zhou Chujiang sat in the corner, took out his work notebook and started writing on the edge of the 'kang' bed as if he was really drafting a lesson plan.
Lin Nianhe shifted her gaze and looked at the others.
"As long as we don't talk about it outside and the students don't blab, there shouldn't be any major issues," said Wang Shumei, looking at Lin Nianhe. "Who did you borrow the mimeograph from?"
"Sister Shumei knows things well," Lin Nianhe chuckled with pursed lips, "I borrowed the mimeograph from Uncle Wong."
Wang Xue giggled: "With the leader's approval, what's there to fear? If something comes up, someone in a higher position will take the fall!"
Her laughter was hearty, not just for the sake of the students.
