I Am the President of the University

Darrow Elementary School, canteen on the first floor.

Gu Chengwen is a student at Huaqiao University, a descendant of overseas Chinese in Singapore.

Huaqiao University was founded in the 1960s. The competent department is the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office of the State Council. The purpose of establishing the school is to facilitate the return of overseas Chinese youth to study in China. In the early years, the proportion of overseas Chinese students accounted for more than 90%, but the proportion of mainland students has increased in recent years. Not a lot.

But even so, there are still many overseas Chinese students at BGI.

It is worth mentioning that Huada is not Ludao University, nor Jimei University. It does not have the Tan Kah Kee gene, but there is a Tan Kah Kee Memorial Hall in the center of the campus of Huada, which was funded by overseas Chinese in 1963.

He wanted to participate in this summer teaching service on a whim, and he regarded it as a summer practice.

But after coming to Daluo Village, his mentality changed.

It's so poor here.

Especially looking at these devoured children, I feel very distressed.

"Wenwen, why don't you eat?"

Looking at Gu Chengwen, who was holding chopsticks, Deng Yao chewed and swallowed a mouthful of food, and said with a mocking smile, "Isn't it a bad look? But in fact, the taste is alright, not much different than the school cafeteria. ."

The appearance... Not only is it not good, but it is simply unappetizing.

A stewed potato, a boiled green vegetable, a large chicken thigh and a boiled egg, the green vegetable still looks like a vegetable, the potatoes are about to become liquid food, and the chicken thigh does not look very tasty.

Gu Chengwen moved his chopsticks and ate a potato cube. It wasn't that delicious, but it wasn't too hard to swallow.

"It's not that I can't eat it, it's just that I feel that these children are too pitiful." Thinking of when they were in class in the morning, some children didn't even have a ruler. They used up the front of the book and then used the back.

Deng Yao sighed and stopped eating.

"This is the first time you have come to teach, and what you have seen now is considered good. It was not so hard before."

Turning his head to glance around the cafeteria, looking at the children around him who were concentrating on eating, Deng Yao said with complex eyes:

"In the past, there was no Free Lunch Hope Project. At that time, children in the mountains brought their own lunch, some brought a steamed bun, some ate wild fruits to fill their hunger, and some directly drank the tap water in the school..."

"OMG!"

Hearing this, Gu Chengwen was stunned, and he couldn't imagine the scene at all.

"However, our country has made great efforts in poverty alleviation in recent years. The poverty-stricken areas such as Daluo Village with an altitude of nearly 3,000 meters have implemented free lunch projects, and children can also have enough to eat." Deng Yao is glad that he was born in China, the country has never given up any place.

Gu Chengwen also felt a sense of pride when he heard it, and felt that his decision to return to China was correct.

At this moment, Wu Ying at the same table kept staring at a little boy beside her.

This is already the fourth target I'm staring at.

Now, she couldn't help it.

Blocking it with his hand, he lowered his voice and said to Deng Yao secretly, "Captain, I found that some little friends secretly stuffed eggs into their pockets!"

Two other people at the same table joined in.

"I saw it too!"

"So why is that?"

Seeing the unsure appearance of several team members, Deng Yao raised his eyebrows as he deliberately said:

"Then you'll just know if you ask yourself."

"Just ask."

Wu Ying was also daring, she put down the bowl and chopsticks, and slowly moved two positions to the side.

Facing a boy wearing a T-shirt with the "NiKE" logo on it, he asked gently, "Classmate, what's your name?"

"Lao Si, my name is Shamal." The boy's eyes were timid, his hands clenched even more tightly, and he replied in non-standard Mandarin.

"Nahshamal is also a classmate, may the teacher ask you a question?"

"Can."

In areas like the Yi people, there are actually quite a few people who can't speak Mandarin. Adults will be fine, but if children don't, it's over, how can they study.

Wu Ying asked curiously, "Don't everyone have an egg, why don't you eat your eggs?"

"I, I..." Shamal also said hesitantly, "I want to take it home after school in the afternoon."

"Why bring it home?" Wu Ying continued to ask.

"I want to take it back to my sister to eat," Shamal also took a breath. "Principal Mosh said that my sister is not yet old enough to go to school, so she won't be able to come to school until next year."

Wu Ying suddenly felt a sour nose, and she felt uneasy in her heart.

Although she grew up in the countryside, she helped to cut rice in the fields at home during the summer vacation.

But in the same rural areas, the difference is really big.

Wu Ying touched Shamalye's head, "What a good brother."

Afterwards, she returned to her seat and brought the egg from her dinner plate.

"Sama, the teacher is full. Can you help the teacher eat this egg? Don't waste food!"

"Teacher...this..." Shamal also looked at the egg and swallowed subconsciously, but still shook his head.

"No, I ate the teacher's, and the teacher didn't have any eggs to eat."

"Be obedient!"

Wu Ying didn't care, she put the egg in Shamalye's hand and sat back.

Seeing Wu Ying's practice, Deng Yao and Gu Chengwen followed suit and gave their eggs to some children like Shamal.

Everything that happened in the cafeteria was seen in the eyes of several people at the door.

Chen Hao said to Principal Mosh and Secretary Xu Yonglin next to him as if showing off: "How about it, my students are not bad, right?"

"They're all good boys."

It was rare for Mosh to no longer face Chen Hao sternly, and slowly revealed a smile.

These college students who support teaching in front of them are indeed different from those who brushed their resumes in the past.

At this time, someone finally noticed the people at the door.

"School, principal."

"Principal Chen."

Compared with the nervousness of Wu Ying and the others, Deng Yao approached him more spontaneously.

"Principal Chen, Secretary Xu, have you eaten?"

Chen Hao shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I haven't eaten yet."

The stomach was screaming all the way, plus the back and forth over the mountains, several people were hungry~www.NovelMTL.com~ The pace also accelerated.

Fortunately, it's not too late to come back.

"I'm going to call someone to warm up the dishes, wait a moment." Mosh turned his head and left after he finished speaking.

Daluo Elementary School does not have a full-time kitchen. The two aunts in the village are invited to cook at noon. There are special subsidies from the state for the ingredients and the aunt’s money.

They had a simple meal at noon, and then asked Deng Hui to draw up a gambling contract for Aziri.

In the afternoon, Chen Hao did not leave Darrow Elementary School, and listened to the class with Principal Mosh in the classroom.

Not only is there a lack of teachers, but software and hardware are also very lacking.

The classroom environment is not very good, but Chen Hao's eyes are attracted by a place.

Eight words written in red paint above the blackboard:

Study hard and serve the motherland.