Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Chapter 497: Chapter 490: Trouble

Sisi couldn’t help but laugh to herself; she hadn’t expected Teacher Shen to play the victim first. She completely ignored the woman and leisurely placed the items in her hands on the desk before picking up her water cup and taking a sip of warm water, only then feeling some relief in her throat.

Seeing that Sisi paid her no attention, Shen Baozhu seethed with hidden anger, yet her face adopted an even more heartbroken expression as she said, "Mr. He, why don’t you answer me when I’m talking to you?"

"Yes, Mr. He, Teacher Shen just asked you a question!"

A male teacher surnamed Wang couldn’t help but jump out and take sides, looking at the tearful Shen Baozhu with a face full of pity.

Some female teachers looked at this Mr. Wang with disdain; they had long been fed up with this new Teacher Shen. She always put on an air of purity and was intimately involved with the single male teachers at the school every day.

And yet those male teachers had been as blind as bats, mistaking a coiled-up worm for a treasure bead, seeing this Teacher Shen as some kind of fairy.

Although they had an aversion to Teacher Shen, they dared not confront her directly. It was said that Teacher Shen’s background was not minor, and she had also returned from abroad. Otherwise, she couldn’t have been parachuted in to teach at Huangyuan Normal College halfway through.

Therefore, when Sisi was on maternity leave, they didn’t particularly stop Teacher Shen from using Sisi’s desk. They only mentioned it in passing, with the goal of seeing a face-off between Sisi, the Deputy Secretary’s Wife, and Teacher Shen, the little vixen, to see whether the Deputy Secretary’s Wife or the fake fairy Teacher Shen would come out on top!

After a class finished, Sisi’s chest felt a bit swollen and her mood was naturally not too wonderful. She didn’t get up but just spun around in her chair and looked up at Teacher Shen, who was still tearfully aggrieved.

With a scoff, Sisi casually leaned her hand on the back of the chair, her demeanor lazy, but she clearly overwhelmed the standing Teacher Shen in terms of aura.

Teacher Shen was infuriated internally, but her face still wore a look of suffering with forbearance as she said aggrievedly, "Mr. He, I just asked you why you threw my things on the floor. Why do you mock me like this? We are all colleagues working together, none of us hold a higher position than the others; Mr. He, do you look down on me because your husband is the Deputy Secretary?"

Sisi couldn’t help but sneer. Where in the world did this Teacher Shen come from? She seemed to harbor such deep malice towards her, and it didn’t seem to be merely out of female jealousy. It appeared necessary for Xinhua to do some thorough investigating.

Not wanting to deal with this self-proclaimed smart woman, Sisi disdainfully said, "Teacher Shen, right? I think it’s such a pity that you’re a teacher."

Shen Baozhu was confused by the comment when another young female teacher who didn’t get along with her immediately asked, "Mr. He, what isn’t it a pity for Teacher Shen to do?"

"To act, of course. Look at Teacher Shen, her tears come when she says they come, and they stop when she says they stop. With such an ability to control her performance at will, wouldn’t it be such a pity not to act in plays?" Sisi said, spreading her hands.

Many female teachers immediately burst into laughter, feeling utterly exhilarated. Indeed, it was Mr. He who was the mightier combatant. With one sentence, she had buried the fake fairy in the mud.

At this time, the status of an actor wasn’t as high as it would be later on. Intellectuals didn’t think much of actors; in their eyes, actors were just like the olden days’ performers – a lower-class profession, unappreciated by these high school teachers.

Of course, those real performance artists are an exception!

Shen Baozhu trembled with rage. As a child, she was the precious darling of her parents and elders, then at school she became the teachers’ favorite student, and when she went to the United States, her charming appearance and beautiful voice made her the target of those foreign men’s pursuit. She had always had a smooth sailing, enjoying the admiration of everyone, never knowing the taste of failure.

It was only that one time, when she was blackmailed due to carelessness, that she had no choice but to leave the United States, where she could have obtained a green card, and return to Huang Yuan, this godforsaken place covered in yellow sand.

Although she resented it, Shen Baozhu, always confident in her appearance, had managed to adapt and flourish at Huangyuan Normal College with little effort, reveling in the admiring gazes of the male teachers. These gazes were like air to her; she could not do without them for a single day.

The admiration of these male teachers rapidly increased Shen Baozhu’s confidence just like soil breathing life; she almost forgot the mission she was tasked with, and even felt that living in Huang Yuan was not so bad, maybe even better than living in the United States.

In this small place of Huang Yuan, she, Shen Baozhu, was the top beauty; no other woman was more attractive, more fashionable, or better educated!

However, Sisi’s arrival shattered her confidence. For one, Sisi was more fashionable and beautiful than she was, and secondly, Sisi’s presence reminded her of the purpose of her coming here.

Already furious at being sent here, Shen Baozhu’s disdain for Sisi grew even more after hearing Sisi speak of her like this; she wished she could tear Sisi apart on the spot to relieve her anger.

Shen Baozhu suppressed the rage in her heart, and tears suddenly flowed down as she sobbed, "Mr. He, how can you say something so excessive?"

"Yes, Mr. He, you’ve gone too far with what you said." The previous Mr. Wang defended her again, obviously a staunch supporter of Shen Baozhu.

And the female teacher who had sided with Mr. He spoke up first: "Mr. Wang, why are you interrupting when Mr. He and Teacher Shen are speaking? Besides, what did Mr. He say that was over the top? Saying Teacher Shen is suited to acting is too much? In my opinion, acting is not the most suitable for Teacher Shen, she would be better off being the top courtesan in an ancient brothel, wouldn’t that suit her frequent receptions even more?"

If this statement were made today, it wouldn’t be a big deal at all, but this was the 1980s; the level of frankness was indeed a bit much. Sisi was delighted to hear it, she gave the female teacher a thumbs up, and the female teacher, being straightforward, responded with a clenched fist expressing ’you’re welcome’.

The other teachers were all stunned by these two bold women. Was it that the pace of society’s progress was too fast, or were they too outdated to keep up with the times?

Mr. Wang was so frightened that he was at a loss for words, stuttering "you, you, you" for quite a while without being able to finish a sentence, while the female teacher sneered dismissively, not taking this male teacher seriously at all.

Although Shen Baozhu didn’t care about these words, she still had to pretend to be overly shocked on the surface, looking as if she could collapse at any moment.

Sisi’s chest swelled with irritation; she just wanted to end this farce quickly and go home to breastfeed her son, so she stood up and said:

"Teacher Shen, let me remind you, don’t put on that pretense of a tearful beauty or someone who might faint at any moment in front of me; I am not a man, I don’t fall for those tricks."

Having heard Sisi’s words, Shen Baozhu didn’t know whether it was better to keep crying or to stop her tears. After thinking for a moment, she bit her lip and held back her tears, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her cheeks with her usual graceful movements.