For instance, the Teacher’s Code of Conduct stated that the curriculum schedule could be adjusted freely, but Director Wu had said that teachers must strictly follow it.
However, some things were logically consistent; Director Wu considered the children to be devils and disobedient, so could that be the reason they were allowed to use appropriate corporal punishment?
Nan Yue took out the curriculum schedule. Ever since Director Wu gave it to her, she had kept it tucked close to her body. She was confident that at least in this regard, no one could steal anything from her.
The school's schedule was not overly packed, with three classes in the morning and three in the afternoon. Every day included drawing and dance, while Chinese Language and Literature, English, Mathematics, and Ideology and Morality each had one session.
Drawing and dance required two teachers to assist, while the life teachers had a heavy workload as well, needing to tidy beds and clean.
Nan Yue's gaze stopped at the very end of the schedule.
23:40-23:55 Dormitory Inspection.
This was another item that aligned with the Teacher’s Code of Conduct. However, for the Teacher’s Code of Conduct, this seemed to be merely superficial work; it even suggested that if children weren't in the dormitory, it didn't matter.
According to the words on that paper, they couldn't get out anyway.
But Nan Yue still felt a sense of discord because the Dormitory Inspection on the curriculum schedule was marked in red font.
If the inspection was that important, it meant the task could not be ignored, and the purpose of the inspection itself was to ensure everyone had returned to their rooms.
Nan Yue clicked her tongue. It was a bit troublesome; she didn't particularly like rules-based missions.
Not to mention the words under the bed—she didn't know who wrote them or if they were meant to mislead her.
Nan Yue memorized the schedule's arrangements until she knew them by heart, then tucked it back into its place close to her body.
After a while, Zhao Zhenzhen entered the room carrying a stack of notebooks.
"Sister Nan, these are the assignments. They said these have to be written every day; they're diaries."
Nan Yue nodded. Given those bizarre textbook lessons, she hadn't known what kind of homework to assign.
Zhao Zhenzhen looked curious, but as a life teacher, she still had things to do, so she could only leave while looking back every few steps.
Compared to the previous experience at Blooming Media Company, this should be a team mission, where everyone's clues were important.
Nan Yue sat at the desk, holding a red pen, actually feeling a bit like a teacher.
That feeling vanished the moment she opened the first diary.
Most of the diaries were just scribbles or nonsensical filler to meet the word count, giving Nan Yue a headache.
But as a teacher, Nan Yue didn't dare give them a zero directly, nor did she dare be perfunctory. She had to make up a reason to praise every single entry.
By the time she finished half of them, she felt that this job wasn't fit for humans.
The next diary belonged to Li Xue'er. The little girl was quite serious; although she didn't know many characters, her handwriting was fairly neat.
However, the content made Nan Yue frown.
"I don't like it here. The teachers are mean and have many demands."
"I want to go home."
"But the teacher said I have no home."
"If I perform well and the teacher likes me, will I be able to have a home?"
Nan Yue fell into deep thought as she looked at the contents of the diary.
By the time she finished grading the homework, the drawing class was almost over. She stretched her wrists and stood up to go to the restroom.
There were no private restrooms in the dormitories; they were located around the corners of the corridors on both sides.
Nan Yue walked in. The space inside was large, starting with a huge horizontal row of washstands, leaving only enough width for two people to walk side-by-side along the edge.
Each washstand had seven or eight water pipes connected to it, used by students and teachers alike for washing up.
At the very back of the room against the wall were four old washing machines, with some wooden poles standing in the open space nearby, likely used for drying clothes.
At the moment, only a few pieces of clothing were hanging there. The side window was open, and the breeze made the clothes flutter slightly.
Only after passing through the washroom and going further in did one reach the toilets.
The male and female restrooms had two separate entrances, with the female restroom being the innermost one.
The restroom was somewhat narrow, like a long passage with individual stalls lined up like train compartments.
Furthermore, the toilets had no doors; the walls were only built up to about Nan Yue's waist, providing only a slight bit of privacy.
The toilets used an old-fashioned unified flushing system that flushed from one end to the other every five minutes.
Although such a design was old, it wasn't strange; many schools used this layout to prevent students from having accidents in enclosed stalls.
Nan Yue instinctively stood at the entrance and looked at the last stall. It was class time, so she was the only one in the restroom.
There was no extra person from the textbook standing in the last stall.
Nan Yue walked into the restroom, her footsteps making a "da-da" sound on the tiles.
She confirmed from beginning to end that there truly was no place to hide a person; it could even be described as being completely exposed at a glance.
"Ring—"
The bell rang for the end of class. The voices of children approached from a distance. As Nan Yue walked out, she encountered two girls coming to the restroom hand-in-hand.
They stopped when they saw Nan Yue and said seriously, "Hello, Teacher."
Nan Yue smiled and was about to make way for them when she heard the smaller girl ask in a childish voice.
"Can we use the restroom?"
Nan Yue paused and leaned down. "Of course you can. Is someone not letting you use the restroom?"
The little girl was about to say something, but the older girl pulled her hand. Both of them showed a pleasing smile but said nothing more.
Nan Yue didn't ask further and let the two children go inside.
"Little Sister Nan-nan."
When Nan Yue returned to the dormitory, Bai La La was already back. She was holding a small stack of drawing papers and spreading them out on the table.
"Did class go smoothly?"
Bai La La's expression was a bit hesitant. After thinking for a moment, she wrote:
"The children are very obedient, but the content they are copying is very strange."
She showed the drawings to Nan Yue. They depicted a person lying flat on a surface.
At first glance, Nan Yue felt they looked like corpses lying in a morgue.
"What is this?"
Bai La La shook her head; she wasn't sure either. The materials for imitation had been prepared beforehand.
Nan Yue now knew where the drawings in the hallway came from.
"Was there anything strange about the students?"
Bai La La tilted her head and thought. "It seems someone asked Zhou Zhou questions, but no one asked me."
Bai La La accepted this quite well; after all, she was disabled. The children had noticed, and they wouldn't get any answers even if they asked.
"We'll go ask Zhou Zhou later."
The day's classes passed in what could be called a calm and stable manner. There were twenty minutes between the end of class and dinner. This was a time for free activity, and the school finally filled with the voices of children, gaining a bit of life.
The three life teachers sat down with exhausted faces. Their work was very hard: collecting homework, tidying beds, doing laundry, and cleaning.
Simply put, they were nannies.
However, Jiang Xi Cheng was clearly more composed than the other two. A position like a life teacher was the most likely to discover clues.
After all, they could enter the students' dormitories without needing any excuse.
In the cafeteria, there was a serving system. Nan Yue felt like laughing when she saw Gu Xiang Kai wearing a white chef's hat.
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