Another World: That's too much. I have to start from scratch to get the contribution value.

Chapter 142: Mature Veteran

Song Haizhi's eyes dropped to the void, his pupils dilated, like a piece of duckweed on the water.

"He is dead."

"Oh, I see."

Anjiu added one more word and the meaning of his words immediately became different.

"What's the point of telling you this?" Song Haizhi laughed at himself. "Never mind. You are also trying to survive under his coercion. Why should I embarrass you..."

He picked up a pen.

If just a little effort from him can change a person's life that can be predicted at a glance, it can be considered a good deed.

I hope that his future days will be just like the weather outside, there will always be a day when the clouds will clear and the sun will shine.

"what's your name?"

"Anjiu."

"Education."

"illiteracy."

"?" Song Haizhi's expression was a little tangled, "Okay, height."

This time it was Anjiu's turn to be confused.

“Does it need to be filled out in such detail?”

"That's what it says on the form. Do you still want to fill it out?"

"No, next one."

“Work experience.”

"Many years of mining experience, mature veteran, able to handle any emergency, stable personality, and strong sense of responsibility."

"..."

Facing Song Haizhi's black question mark face, An Jiu remained unusually calm.

"Don't judge a person by his appearance. He has a noble soul under his skinny body. Just write what I say."

——and urged him to start writing quickly.

"……it is good."

Song Haizhi picked up the pen and wrote down everything she said without missing a word.

Anjiu nodded with satisfaction.

Song Haizhi frowned: "Can you read?"

Anjiu: “I don’t know.”

Song Haizhi: "Then your performance... seems quite realistic."

An Jiu said in a serious tone: "Oh, although I can't read, I can count! I said 19 words in total, and you also wrote 19 words, just right!"

Song Haizhi: “…”

Anjiu: "Anything else to write?"

Song Haizhi: "No more - no, you ask me?"

Anjiu picked up the application form and blew away the ink, "I can't help it. I can't read."

When she came back from handing the watch to the office staff, she naturally sat next to Song Haizhi - with a large distance between them.

No one has come to talk to Song Haizhi yet, and he looks like he is worried.

Anjiu set his sights on the next room, staring at the beam of light inside.

Song Haizhi endured it again and again, turned his head and looked over: "You can't read, even if you sign up, you will be rejected in the end, and it won't be your turn to be an intern administrator. Your efforts are in vain."

Anjiu opened his mouth and keenly heard the hidden meaning in his words.

"what do you mean--"

Song Haizhi pulled his sleeves and said, "You are still young and can learn things quickly. You can go to school for a few years. You don't need to know too much knowledge. As long as you can recognize the characters and write the common characters, it won't be too late to sign up later."

“I am a sixth-class citizen. Can I also enroll in school?”

Xiaojiu has never had the impression that this matter existed.

Song Haizhi showed a puzzled expression of "Why not?"

"There is a cram school downstairs set up specifically for you. The main content of the course is literacy and writing. You can go and find out."

Anjiu became interested.

The original world attached great importance to education, but Xiaojiu was a complete illiterate.

She couldn't have learned to read and write suddenly without any reason.

What Song Haizhi mentioned was of great use to her.

"Which floor is this school on? How do I sign up? What are the class times? Teacher Song, please don't think I have too many questions. After all, you are my only connection who knows about this matter."

Song Haizhi was surprised, "How do you know I'm a teacher?"

An Jiu said without blinking, "Teachers will be more responsible and will hope that we can get on the right track and have a good future, instead of struggling on the survival line."

After she finished speaking, a strange light flashed in Song Haizhi's eyes.

He seemed to be in high spirits, and his body unconsciously leaned towards Anjiu.

More information leaked out of his mouth.

"Hasn't this news reached the 48th floor yet? That shouldn't be the case. The promotional ads are everywhere, almost on a 24-hour endless loop. How could you not know about it?"

Anjiu looked at him thoughtfully, "There is no entertainment equipment on the 48th floor, let alone a TV, so how can we see the advertisement?"

If you really want them to have the opportunity to go to school, how can you just do the publicity downstairs?

What exactly is being promoted?

Song Haizhi glared, looked around, and lowered his voice, "No wonder, no wonder those teachers said that it is impossible to accept students from lower-class citizen backgrounds. I thought you were unwilling..."

This is the invisible information barrier.

Actually, if you think about the worst...

"I'm afraid I can't sign up, right?" An Jiu smiled bitterly, "Even if I really want to go to school."

What cram school, what publicity, it's just a name.

How could they really accept students?

The beehive is only this big, so there is no such thing as insufficient publicity.

Song Haizhi was the one who brought up this topic, and he felt a little ashamed at the moment.

"Teacher Song, don't feel guilty. This matter has nothing to do with you. Actually, I am very grateful for your advice."

Anjiu's eyes fell on the rough hands on his knees.

These days I have been busy with official tasks and processing fish entrails, and my fingers are covered with tiny cuts from sharp fish scales.

It's not fully healed yet and has been soaked in water for a long time.

The fingers turned white and the skin and flesh at the wound were turned outward. It didn't hurt, but it looked a bit scary.

She suddenly raised her head, and Song Hai subconsciously moved away from her hand.

"Actually, I've been pretty busy lately. I have to take advantage of the rainy season to do more."

She didn't mention school, but just explained in a very calm tone what she had to do.

But the more she did this, the more troubled Song Haizhi became.

People only think about other things when they have a full stomach.

After all, he was still limited in his own thinking, and took it for granted that things should be like this or like that.

But we forget that everyone has a different life background and faces different difficulties.

She wanted to go to school, but she didn't have the chance.

No door opened for her.

Applying to become an intern administrator, this must be the bravest thing she has ever done, right?

Even though I know it's impossible to succeed...

Isn’t this hard work?

Song Haizhi suddenly felt an impulse——"Don't worry, I will help you."

The big eyes turned towards him dully, and suddenly flashed with a bright light.

"Really?! Teacher Song, are you serious? Can I go to school too?"

Song Haizhi nodded affirmatively, "I'll try to get you in. If it doesn't work in the end... I'll teach you."

Anjiu stood up from the sofa and bowed respectfully to him.

I sincerely said, "Thank you, Teacher Song."

What a good child! She deserves a wider sky.

Song Haizhi had a smile on his face, and he became more and more satisfied the more he looked.

If you stay stuck at the bottom of society, even the best of character will be corrupted by the environment.

At the very least, she should not let the word "illiterate" easily confine her life.