Zhao Zhengfei and Gu Jiaojiao walked across the school’s dirt grounds. In the distance stood a row of gray brick, tile-roofed buildings. The entire commune had only one middle school, and even that wasn’t very large.
They walked for a while, and Zhao Zhengfei still hadn’t thought of how to begin.
In the end, Gu Jiaojiao was the one to speak first.
"Just say what’s on your mind, Teacher Zhao."
Hearing this, Zhao Zhengfei couldn’t help but scratch his head. Gu Jiaojiao’s all-business attitude was quite similar to Leng Yuan’s.
He decided not to hesitate any longer and spoke directly.
"Teacher Gu, you probably know that the villages don’t have their own middle schools. Students from all the surrounding villages come to the commune for their education, and this is the only middle school in the entire commune."
Gu Jiaojiao nodded.
’She was aware of this, of course.’
Zhao Zhengfei glanced at the buildings to the side, a glint in his eyes. "Even though students from all the surrounding villages come here to study, we only have ten classes in total. Most children never get the chance to attend middle school."
"Many can’t afford to go to school at all, while others drop out after just a few years of elementary school. The number of children who actually make it to middle school is incredibly small."
"Parents these days don’t care about their children’s education. They think it’s useless—that it’s better for them to start working in the fields to earn work points. But these children are the future of our nation! If the majority of people are illiterate in the future, who will build our country?"


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