The First Rule for Interns: Keep Your Eyes Open for Work

Pingchuan West Suburb Zoo.

Divided into two main areas: the Safari Zone and the Walking Zone.

The Safari Zone can only be explored via sightseeing vehicles, and passengers are strictly prohibited from disembarking.

The Walking Zone is the actual destination for today's summer field trip.

Lin Yu studied the zoo map in his hand and asked curiously:

"Senior, I’m a bit confused."

"Parrot Grove, Reptile House, Red Panda Exhibit, Giraffe and Elephant Zone, Madagascar Jungle…"

"With so many fun and safe areas to choose from, why pick the ‘Monkey Mountain’ of all places?"

"Was this… your suggestion? Or did one of the school’s teachers propose it?"

Tang Yimian replied with slight awkwardness:

"Actually, during the meeting, I suggested the Madagascar Jungle."

"The school administrators probably have their own considerations—maybe they thought it’d be good for the kids to get some exercise along the way."

"They must have their reasons for making this decision."

Lin Yu raised an eyebrow, picking up on Tang Yimian’s reluctant tone.

Truly, it’s the fresh faces in the workplace who cut through the nonsense!

Intern teacher Fang Xinran blurted out without hesitation:

"Yimian, it’s not that complicated, is it?"

"I overheard the two teachers who refused to lead the trip chatting—it’s because Director Yi’s youngest son has never been to Monkey Mountain."

"That’s why they chose this spot."

Lin Yu instantly understood.

Makes sense. Perfect sense.

No wonder they were dragging a bunch of nine- and ten-year-olds into the wild chaos of Monkey Mountain.

Anyone with basic common sense knows how aggressive monkeys can be.

Without proper supervision, the kids could easily get "mugged" or attacked by the monkeys.

Those two teachers who skipped the trip were probably worried about taking the blame if something went wrong.

"As long as we’re careful, stay alert, and keep a close eye on the kids, there shouldn’t be any issues."

"I did my research—Monkey Mountain has plenty of staff who constantly remind visitors of safety rules."

"Whatever the reason for choosing this spot, the students are actually really excited."

"Compared to animals locked up in gloomy cages, they’d probably prefer interacting with lively little monkeys."

"It’s just going to be extra work for you all to help supervise them. I’m really sorry, I…"

Tang Yimian launched into another long-winded speech.

Listening to this kind of talk for too long gave Lin Yu the same vibe as, "Humans are born from human mothers, demons are born from demon mothers—may I ask, what is your mother’s name?"

Crunch… munch munch!

Nearby, Maomao quietly nibbled on her senbei crackers, her little backpack strapped on, patiently waiting for Tang Yimian to finish.

Her mood wasn’t much different from the elementary school kids around her.

In this brand-new, unexplored place,

no matter where they ended up going, it was all a first-time adventure in their young lives.

The bus’s lower storage compartment opened, and the students took turns retrieving their backpacks.

Honestly,

if Maomao took off her red vest and stood with these well-nourished kids, no one could tell her apart.

Just as Lin Yu stepped forward to close the raised trunk lid,

Fang Xinran quickly scurried over and volunteered:

"Junior Lin, leave it to me!"

Lin Yu glanced at the high trunk lid, then at Fang Xinran’s height.

Lin Yu: "???"

Who gave her the confidence?

The Six-Eyed Flying Fish?

Then,

Fang Xinran muttered under her breath:

"Intern Rule #1: Always look for things to do."

Lin Yu: "…"

Next,

Fang Xinran stood on her tiptoes, straining to reach the edge of the trunk lid.

Once, twice, three times…

She kept trying to stretch higher, but the distance remained frustratingly out of reach.

Fang Xinran turned to Lin Yu: "…"

Lin Yu thought to himself: Guess I’ll have to do it?

However,

Fang Xinran declared with unwavering determination:

"Junior Lin, go help with the group assembly. I’ve got this!"

Lin Yu: "???"

You’ve got this?

Isn’t it obvious?

You can’t reach it!

Lin Yu spoke up: "Teacher Fang, I think I should—"

Before he could finish,

Fang Xinran took several steps back, her gaze fixed on the target like a warrior preparing for battle.

Lin Yu: Fang Xinran, what are you doing?!

Are you seriously trying to 1v1 a trunk lid?!

The next moment,

Fang Xinran sprinted forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Except…

her jump timing was completely off—she was already under the trunk lid when she finally leaped.

Screech—

Her nails scraped harshly against the metal.

Thud—

After missing her mark, Fang Xinran tumbled headfirst into the trunk in a bizarre pose.

Lin Yu: "Teacher Fang!!"

It wasn’t that his reflexes were slow—it was just that Fang Xinran’s actions were so utterly mesmerizing that he missed the chance to intervene.

By the time he snapped back to reality, she was already lodged inside.

…

Five minutes later,

the bus driver pressed the remote to close the trunk, grumbling under his breath:

"What in the world were y’all doin’? Makin’ a whole production outta closin’ a dang trunk!"

Lin Yu: "…"

Fang Xinran: "…"

Maomao: "…"

Tang Yimian: "Sorry, sorry! It was our mistake for not checking the situation beforehand…"

Lin Yu held the only bottle of disinfectant alcohol they could find.

Turning to Fang Xinran, he asked:

"No one brought iodine, so all we have is this tiny bottle of alcohol. Will this work?"

Maomao winced: "Uh… that’s gonna sting like hell, isn’t it?"

Fang Xinran forced a stiff smile:

"Pfft, just do it. There are only 62 people in the world who don’t feel pain."

Lin Yu: "…"

Yeah, and she definitely wasn’t one of them.

When it came to sheer stubbornness, Fang Xinran was in a league of her own.

Looking at the dirtied wound on Fang Xinran’s knee—though rinsed with water—it still risked infection.

Without proper disinfection, it could get worse.

Lin Yu poured some alcohol onto a damp gauze pad and pressed it firmly against the wound.

Fang Xinran: "Ngh—!!"

Maomao blinked: "Did… did Xinran just make a noise?"

Fang Xinran deadpanned: "Nothing. Happened."

Just then—

A grating voice shattered the moment:

"Tang Yimian! Fang Xinran! What time do you think it is?"

"Dragging your feet like this—what’s the hold-up?"

"Did I or did I not give you a deadline?"

"Even something as simple as escorting the students—how did you two manage to mess that up?"

A middle-aged man with a beer belly and hair so thinned it looked like it had been trimmed five or six times stormed over, radiating irritation.

Fang Xinran’s leg, freshly doused in alcohol, hadn’t even been bandaged yet.

Spotting Director Yi approaching, she immediately stood up, cutting off Tang Yimian to take the blame:

"My apologies, Director Yi. I scraped my knee and it took a few minutes to clean up."

Director Yi paused, glanced down, and snapped:

"Does it affect your walking?"

Fang Xinran shook her head honestly.

Director Yi’s expression darkened further.

"Then hurry up. Kids these days—so damn fragile."

Lin Yu studied the potbellied man.

If he had to guess, this "Director Yi"—who seemed to have a death wish—was probably the disciplinary head assigned to their trip today.