I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2236 - 1425: The Straight-A Student Can Only Get Perfect Scores

"Ring ring ring——"

At Shen Zhou’s premier university.

Inside a particular lecture hall.

The sharp class-ending bell cut through the sweltering summer air, ushering in a wave of refreshing cool.

"Goodbye, Teacher Cao."

Groups of students clutched their books as they departed, making sure to bid farewell to the teacher organizing the podium.

In school, the initial lesson revolves around the proper etiquette of human interaction.

"Teacher Cao, need a hand with anything?"

Due to the male teacher’s leg issues, eager students frequently offered help, often the girls among them.

Nothing more to it.

Purely from respect and admiration for their teacher.

Much like.

When Boss Jiang once returned books and dined in the cafeteria, girls proactively swiped their cards for him.

The limping male teacher politely declined with a smile, preferring to erase the blackboard himself. Even though digital tech ruled education and PPTs dominated classrooms, he stuck to chalk writing, undeterred by the dust or effort.

Truth is, plenty of Kyoto teachers boast unique styles.

As students filed out, a woman stepped in from the doorway, dressed in a light blue loose shirt with rolled-up sleeves, hem tucked into black wide-leg pants, paired with comfy beige Mu Ler shoes—casual and grounded.

Naturally.

No one mistook her for a student or faculty here.

Thus.

Perhaps a friend dropping by for Teacher Cao?

Students stole glances collectively, murmuring among themselves, a cluster of girls especially flicking looks between the man and woman.

Teacher Cao’s romantic and family life stayed an enigma on campus, yet all concurred on his outstanding qualities.

Young ladies’ affections bloom poetically.

In their youth, facing such a man, how could their hearts not stir?

Teacher Cao’s leg troubles aside, no real person lacks imperfections—perfection belongs solely to philosophical ideals.

Hence.

His girlfriend, maybe?

An official reveal?

Gossip stirs in every heart, particularly around someone exceptional like Teacher Cao.

Boys shrugged it off, but several girls’ faces fell subtly.

The male teacher cleared the blackboard of its thick chalk script, finally spotting the woman by the podium through the swirling dust.

"You joined Kyoto University’s routine staff medical exam, didn’t you? A fit body lets you illuminate this three-foot platform longer."

He set the eraser down on the podium and dusted his hands. Teaching involves such "grubby" tasks, breathing chalk dust daily.

"When did you get here?"

"Fifteen minutes ago."

"Why stay outside?"

"If you weren’t keen on it, I didn’t want to disrupt your lesson."

Classroom numbers thinned out.

"Here on business at Kyoto University?"

The male teacher inquired while sorting his lesson plans.

"No business. Just waited for your class to wrap up." The woman, exuding relaxed comfort in her outfit, responded.

Waiting for your class to end.

Words like that in one’s thirties carry a surreal charm.

The male teacher gave a light smile, probing no more, continuing his daily cleanup ritual.

Unrushed, as the woman by the podium waited patiently.

All students gone, the spacious hall stood vacant.

"You teach foreign lit, yet lecturing on Tao Te Ching?"

Alone now, the woman remarked offhand.

"It’s an elective; I cover what I like. A sub covered one session on Tao Te Ching, and I found it spot-on."

Only after the podium gleamed tidy, sparing trouble for the next instructor, did Cao Xiugo gather his materials and descend.

Podium low, so Yang Ting held back from assisting.

"Day off today?"

Cao Xiugo queried.

"I can’t rest whenever like you."

Pure jest, that.

On leisure and liberty, Cao Xiugo wins with his sparse weekly classes.

"Don’t over-rest; your breaks heighten national systemic risks."

"Skip those lines on me. Teacher Cao, your pupils are yours, but aren’t I your friend too?"

Yang Qinghua teased him for lacking care.

Cao Xiugo chuckled, shaking his head, "Work’s your pleasure source, isn’t it?"

True enough.

For some, labor’s agony; for others, delight and passion.

"I’d quit if you wished."

Her voice soft, casual as chatting skies.

Cao Xiugo’s smile held steady, "My pay won’t stretch for us both."

"I’m no spendthrift, thriftier than Jin Se for sure."

"She never required my oversight; even covers home bills."

"As it should be."

Yang Qinghua chimed in freely on his home life, "The able handle more. She’s rich, so no dumping all loads on you with your basic wage."

Who claims civil servants drone officialese only?

Their wit sparks lively.

Together, they exited the lecture hall.

"Teacher Cao."

"Teacher Cao."

"Teacher Cao."

...

Salutations poured in nonstop.

Yang Qinghua ignored the students’ prying stares, "Hmm, feels nice."

"Better than Yang Ting?"

"Way better. Kids call you Teacher Cao even behind closed doors, but my face-to-face courtiers might trash me privately."

"Different worlds entirely."

Politics thrives on power plays and hierarchies, while campus delivers untainted emotional rewards.