Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 273 - 272: Still Trying to Run? The Director Will Skin You Alive!

Chapter 273: Chapter 272: Still Trying to Run? The Director Will Skin You Alive!

Liu Meihua sat on the ground.

An iron shovel that she bent by sitting was underneath her.

It hurt.

But at this moment she couldn’t worry about the pain.

Her mind was buzzing, like she’d entered a nest of wasps.

Is it over?

Is it over just like this?

She spent half a month’s salary buying Da Bai Tu candy, putting all her efforts into inviting Director Qian.

Just to see this?

To see the old man hugging his grandson and praising that little brat?

"No..."

Liu Meihua pushed the ground, trying to stand up.

Her legs were weak.

She tried twice but couldn’t stand.

She simply kneeled on the ground, gripping her dust-covered skirt with both hands.

"Director!"

She shouted with all her might.

The voice turned sharp and distorted, like an old hen being strangled.

"You can’t be deceived by appearances!"

"This painting... even if that little brute... Xiaobao understood it, it doesn’t mean there’s no problem!"

Liu Meihua pointed at the wall of paintings.

Her fingers were trembling fiercely.

"This is just grandstanding!"

"This is a waste of national resources!"

"So many paints, so much time, ignoring proper lessons, showing this to the children?"

The more she talked, the more she felt justified.

"Yes! Exactly! It’s dereliction of duty!"

Director Qian turned around.

He was still holding his heavy grandson in his arms.

He didn’t speak.

Just looked at Liu Meihua on the ground.

Like looking at a lump of mud.

"Waste?"

Lin Wan Yi stepped forward.

She was still holding that rough ceramic bowl used for mixing colors.

"Vice Director Liu."

"This paint was squeezed from rotten fruits unwanted by the cafeteria."

"This black was scraped ash from the bottom of the pot."

"This white is expired glutinous rice powder."

Lin Wan Yi handed the bowl to Liu Meihua.

"Do you want to try?"

"See if it’s something you can afford to waste too?"

Parents around laughed aloud.

Shi father laughed the loudest.

"Exactly! Teacher Lin is turning waste into treasure!"

"Unlike some people who paint their faces every day, that’s the real waste!"

Liu Meihua’s face powder was about to crumble.

She gritted her teeth.

Still not giving up.

Her eyes darted around and suddenly saw the stack of things Zheng Xiulan was holding.

That was what Zheng Xiulan had prepared to distribute to the children earlier.

"And that!"

Liu Meihua seemed to grasp a final straw.

She scrambled over and pointed at the stack of papers.

"Director, look!"

"She didn’t just paint the walls; she made these black books!"

"Privately printed teaching materials!"

"That’s a big crime!"

"The things painted in there must be even more unspeakable!"

Zheng Xiulan shook with anger.

"Liu Meihua! You are slandering us!"

"Hand it over!"

Director Qian, with a serious face, extended a hand.

Zheng Xiulan hurriedly passed over a volume.

It was a small booklet, only palm-sized.

The paper was yellowed.

The edges were rough with burrs.

Obviously bound from leftover scraps.

The cover showed a small tiger drawn in ink.

Its head is round, grinning widely.

Beside it were two scrawled big words: Arithmetic.

Director Qian opened the first page.

It didn’t contain those dry formulas.

It drew three apples.

Plus.

Two pears.

Equals.

A big fruit basket.

Simple.

Intuitive.

Even a fool could understand.

"I want to see too!"

Qian Xiaobao squirmed in his grandpa’s arms like a worm.

He snatched the booklet.

His chubby hands flipped through quickly.

"One plus one equals two!"

"Two chicks catching worms!"

"Three frogs croaking!"

The little guy flipped through, reading aloud.

The sound crisp and pleasant.

As he reached the end, he suddenly pointed to a page with a big red flag.

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind!"

"I love Beijing Tiananmen!"

The whole place fell silent.

Only the child’s voice reading.

Director Qian’s stern face from moments ago completely softened.

He laughed so hard that wrinkles trembled on his face.

"Excellent!"

"Wonderful!"

He slapped his thigh.

"You call this a ’black book’?"

"You call this ’unspeakable’?"

Director Qian raised the small booklet.

Holding it up to the sunlight.

That coarse yellow paper glowed in the sun.

"This is called tailored education!"

"This is called being resourceful!"

He suddenly turned his head, staring at Liu Meihua.

"Vice Director Liu."

"Do you call this waste?"

"I think the stacks of files in your office are the real waste!"

Liu Meihua collapsed.

Now she was truly collapsed.

Leaning on the scaffolding pole, her lips turned pale.

It’s over.

This time I really hit a brick wall.

"Director Zheng!"

Director Qian called out.

Zheng Xiulan quickly stood at attention.

"Present!"

"Do you still have this booklet?"

"Yes! Teacher Lin has drawn over a hundred copies, every child has one!"

"Good!"

Director Qian put Qian Xiaobao down from his arms.

"Give me a set."

"I want to take it back and show those old fellows in the city."

"Let them learn what true education means!"

Zheng Xiulan was so excited her hands were trembling.

"Yes! Task guaranteed to be completed!"

Director Qian looked at Lin Wanyi again.

This time, he didn’t put on airs.

He even nodded slightly.

"Mr. Lin."

"Was this idea yours?"

Lin Wanyi put down the paintbrush in his hand.

Neither humble nor arrogant.

"Yes."

"The kids love to look at them, so I drew them."

"I didn’t think too much about the grand principles."

Director Qian laughed.

"What a refreshing lack of overthinking."

"Many cadres spend a lifetime thinking, yet never understand this truth."

He turned around.

Faced the dense crowd.

Faced hundreds of pairs of eyes.

His voice was loud and clear.

"I have an announcement."

The crowd immediately quieted down.

"This kind of painting, this kind of book."

"Should not only be done in this kindergarten."

"But also promoted!"

"All the kindergartens in the city should learn from it!"

"Lin Wanyi will be the chief advisor for this project!"

"Bravo!"

Thunderous applause.

Shi father’s hands were clapping so hard they’d turn red.

Su Qing was so moved, tears welled up in her eyes.

The children didn’t understand what an advisor was.

But they knew that the paintings on the walls could never be erased.

Happy Sheep was saved.

The big black bear was saved too.

Amidst the cheers.

Only one person looked as if she’d lost her father.

Liu Meihua shrank in the corner.

Trying to sneak away while nobody noticed.

She took off her blister-causing high heels.

Held them in her hands.

Walked barefoot, hunched over.

Towards the main entrance.

"Stop."

Two words.

Not loud.

But like two nails, they pinned her feet to the ground.

Liu Meihua froze.

She slowly turned her head back.

Director Qian was looking at her.

That gaze was a hundred times colder than when he looked at the paintings earlier.

The surrounding applause stopped.

Everyone was looking at her.

Their gaze felt like needles piercing.

"Liu... Vice Director Liu."

Director Qian chewed these three words up.

"Where are you going?"

"I... I don’t feel well..."

Liu Meihua squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.

"Want to go to the hospital..."

"No need to go."

Director Qian clasped his hands behind his back.

Walking step by step, exerting pressure that felt suffocating.

"Your illness can’t be cured in a hospital."

"It’s your mind that needs healing."

"Your heart needs healing."

Director Qian stopped three steps away from her.

"Earlier, you said Director Zheng was grossly negligent, should be dismissed and investigated?"

Liu Meihua shivered, her words coming out incoherently.

"Mis... misunderstanding..."

"I also feel someone is negligent."

Director Qian snorted coldly.

"As an educator, failing to innovate."

"Seeing others achieve results, not wanting to learn but using underhanded tricks to sabotage."

"Quick to label others."

"Quick to report others."

"Our revolutionary team cannot tolerate such a rotten apple!"

Director Qian forcefully waved his hand.

"Zheng Xiulan!"

"Here!"

"Write this down!"

"Liu Meihua, backward thinking, jealous of the talented, maliciously accusing revolutionary comrades!"

"Extremely vile behavior!"

"From today, her position as vice director is revoked!"

"Suspended for reflection!"

"All records sealed, transferred to the disciplinary department, investigate all her past reports thoroughly!"

"Investigate every single one!"

"No leniency!"

"Thud."

Liu Meihua rolled her eyes.

And fainted straightaway.

The high heels in her hands fell to the ground.

Smashed against her face thickly covered with foundation.

Leaving a black mark.

Like a clown.

No one went to help her.

Even Qian Xiaobao, who had been calling her grandma earlier, covered his nose disdainfully.

"Smelly."

The innocence of a child.

Yet it nailed shut the final coffin board for this once arrogant vice director.