CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 388: SPRING OUTING

The location for the spring outing was chosen as Badaling, as it is convenient in terms of transportation. Students can take the bus or ride their bicycles there. Moreover, climbing the Great Wall after studying is a great way to exercise.

Though some were disappointed that they couldn’t go to a farther place, they were still satisfied. They had heard that this spring outing was hard-won by Mr. He for everyone, so they grew even fonder of Sisi.

The outing was scheduled for this Sunday, with perfect weather for an outing, with about 230 people from Grade 11, though about twenty to thirty students didn’t sign up. This meant that around two hundred students would be participating, a rather large group.

Li Yuxi decided to gather at the entrance of Badaling Great Wall at ten in the morning, with each class managed by their homeroom teachers and class officials. They would gather back at the same place at three-thirty in the afternoon, bringing their own dry food and water.

This method was quite good, fully delegating authority to the teachers and class officials, which was much easier. It seems Li Yuxi really has a knack for management.

Before going on the outing, Sisi called her fiancé to let him know, but Xinhua immediately became very nervous upon hearing about the outing.

"Take Feifei and Zhang Jie with you, I’ll feel more at ease with them around."

Xinhua sincerely felt that his fiancée was a trouble magnet; every time she went out, she managed to get involved in some major drama, causing him endless worry. However, he couldn’t just keep Ah Nan locked up at home.

However, he forgot that with Shangguan and Zhang Jie around, the likelihood of trouble was even greater!

Sisi cheerfully agreed, "Mm, I’ll listen to Brother Xin Hua, I promise to be good."

Hearing her tender voice on the phone, Xinhua couldn’t help but laugh, "I know you’re good, but Ah Nan, don’t suppress yourself too much. If someone provokes you, don’t be afraid to respond, and don’t feel aggrieved."

Well, with his encouragement from behind, it would be strange if she didn’t cause trouble!

With her husband’s words, Sisi obediently called Shangguan and Zhang Jie over, and Mo Liu as well. The four close friends naturally had to stick together.

Lei Gang was also sent down for experience like Tian Xinhua, being assigned to the southern province H, starting from the grassroots. Zhang Jie said Lei Gang has lost a lot of weight from the stress, which really broke her heart.

Zhang Jie has already applied for a transfer, and in October she and Lei Gang can register their marriage; she did not want to live separately like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl from folklore, she was determined to follow her husband.

The three of them stayed at Sisi’s house, and the next morning they left early after breakfast prepared by Sisi. They drove there so they arrived a bit early, but some other students also arrived early, enthusiastically greeting Sisi as Mr. He.

Whenever she heard these students calling her Mr. He, Sisi felt a profound sense of sanctity, instinctively a sense of responsibility and mission would arise, unlike in later generations where anyone could casually be called a teacher.

In her previous life, Sisi sometimes watched talent shows on television, where the hosts would introduce guests as ’teacher’, making the revered title of teacher seem as cheap as cabbage in a marketplace.

During this period, tickets for Badaling were very cheap, only one jiao per person, costing just over twenty yuan for more than two hundred people in total. Sisi, moved by the sight of these adorable students, walked up to the ticket booth and bought tickets for all teachers and students. At that moment, Li Yuxi also came over, seeing Sisi’s action and couldn’t help but laugh, "Mr. He, you’ve really stolen my thunder this time!"

"No worries, next time we go out, it’ll be Mr. Li’s turn to shine," Sisi joked.

Many teachers and students quietly discussed Sisi’s friends including Shangguan, feeling that Sisi’s friends seemed to have strong backgrounds given their outfits and demeanor.

Since Sisi was not a homeroom teacher, she didn’t have many responsibilities and had a great time playing and laughing with Shangguan and others while climbing the Great Wall.

As it was a weekend, there were quite a few visitors, and from time to time different dialects could be heard, including several foreigners with blue eyes and high noses. Sisi also noticed a few Japanese.

Although Japanese looked quite similar to Chinese, they were easily distinguishable by a certain dignified air about them, a sort of arrogance even though they were short and seemed humble; their gaze made it clear they looked down on Chinese people.

Seeing a man with parted hair and wearing glasses nodding and bowing to the Japanese, Sisi felt disgusted. Since the establishment of Sino-Japanese diplomatic relations, many Japanese had come to China, breeding many traitors.

This man with parted hair was definitely one of those traitors, a translator for the Japanese, truly a disgrace to Chinese people.

Sisi had never had a good impression of Japanese, either in her past life or in this one, especially in this life with the presence of the strongly anti-Japanese Old Man at home. If anyone in the Tian family dared to speak well of Japan, the Old Man would immediately scold them.

When the government announced reconciliation with Japan, the Old Man was so angry he didn’t eat for a day, and it took a long time and much persuasion from Sisi to calm him down.

"Sisi, look at these Japanese, strutting around on our Chinese soil, and those four-eyed ones, their waists nearly bent at ninety degrees. I really want to rush up and punch them a few times, they are a real disgrace to our Chinese people."

Zhang Jie spoke bitterly, her eyes almost sparking with anger.

"Don’t be impulsive; Japan is now our ally. If you attack them, it would harm the relationship between the two countries. Just bear with it," Sisi whispered to her.

"I know, forget it, out of sight, out of mind. Let’s not look that way anymore and keep climbing," Zhang Jie sighed in resignation.

Meanwhile, the Japanese up ahead were speaking Japanese unabashedly.

"Mr. Xiao Lin, look at these weak Chinese, all as feeble as chickens, no wonder they are called the sick man of East Asia."

The speaker was a short middle-aged man who seemed to be well versed in martial arts, given how effortlessly he was climbing.

The one referred to as Mr. Xiao Lin was a rather handsome young man, but his arrogant eyes were quite uncomfortable to behold.

"Mr. Takahashi is right; with just these Chinese, Mr. Takahashi could defeat them with one finger."

"Hahaha, right on, Mr. Xiao Lin, you read my mind perfectly."

The short man named Takahashi laughed arrogantly, and the other Japanese men laughed along with him, clearly led by Takahashi.

The accompanying translator laughed along with them, apparently unconcerned about the Japanese derogatory remarks about his fellow countrymen, truly a disgrace to the nation.