Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Leading Disaster Eastward Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Leading Disaster Eastward “Right, right, Changhai, whether it’s teaching one child or two, I might as well send over your eldest nephew to your place, so Mianmian can give him a good teaching and tell him how to score first place.”

When the other villagers heard their conversation, fearing that their own children would be left behind, they all eagerly shouted about sending their kids to the Jiang Family to learn from Jiang Mianmian.

Jiang Mianmian: … no no no, she’s still a child herself, she can’t teach anyone, and she doesn’t want to.

Jiang Changhai didn’t want to either. His girl was already tired enough from school every day; as soon as she got home and could finally rest for a bit, she had to spend effort teaching other kids–what were they thinking?

If it had been the past, he would have refused without a second word.

But now, with his different status, he couldn’t tarnish his daughter’s good reputation.

He quickly racked his brain and soon came up with a solution that would not offend anyone and could pass this hot potato onto someone else.

So, he raised his voice and shouted, “Fellow uncles and sirs, Mianmian has only been in school for half a year. Even if she’s smart, the amount she knows couldn’t be that much, and she definitely can’t teach others now. And Mianmian’s excellent results today, we owe a lot to the village chief’s daughter, Aibao, who taught her well at the beginning.”

“Um, Sister Aibao really taught very well.” As soon as Jiang Mianmian heard that, she knew what her dad was up to–what a clever way to divert the trouble!

Lin Aibao didn’t expect that father and daughter would praise her in front of so many people, and the sudden compliments made her feel somewhat elated.

Still, she humbly said, “Uncle Changhai, you flatter me too much. Although my guidance is important to Mianmian’s accomplishments, her own intelligence and hard work are also very important.”

“Sister Aibao, you’re too modest. Our principal even said that the person who taught me has a real gift for teaching.”

Jiang Mianmian fluttered her moist, clear eyes, her tone and expression utterly sincere.

Seeing Jiang Mianmian hold Lin Aibao in such high regard, the villagers quickly shifted their target and surrounded Lin Aibao instead, each lavishing her with eager compliments.

“Aibao, you’re truly worthy of being the village chief’s daughter. At such a young age, you’re already capable of teaching students. Look, we’re all from the same village,”
“Not only does Aibao study well herself, but she’s also so good at teaching others. I’d be really confident handing over my child to her,”
“Aibao, just teach Tiger Head the same way you taught San Ya, and that’ll be great,”
“Aibao can teach a child as outstanding as Jiang Mianmian, uncle thinks you’re no less capable than the teachers at the commune primary school.”

Sun Lixia was also among the crowd. She, too, thought that Jiang Mianmian was so good at studying because Lin Aibao had taught her well in the beginning.

So this time, she was absolutely determined to send her two sons to Lin Aibao to study. With the same teacher, she refused to believe that her sons couldn’t get first place.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten that she’d initially slandered Lin Aibao for helping Jiang Mianmian cheat and lie.

Lin Aibao, happy to find herself in the role of teacher, was very pleased to see so many people wanting her to teach their kids, feeling validated in her teaching ability.

Indeed, she was born to teach!

As everyone spoke incessantly, she managed to calm her excitement and cleared her throat to say, “Ahem, dear uncles, and aunts, please don’t rush, listen to me, I have requirements for taking in students, I don’t just accept anyone.”

“Tell us, Aibao, what are the conditions?” someone impatient blurted out.

Hearing this, Lin Aibao imitated her teachers and said sternly with a straight face, “To be my student, the first rule is to listen to me. If you don’t listen to me, then I’ll have to slap your palms, and you can’t feel sorry then.”