Jake let out an exasperated hiss at Charlie’s off-topic response. “Do you think this is funny? It’s actually a privilege to have you working at the construction site!”


    Charlie chuckled and nodded. “Okay, okay! I get it. I’ll set it up for you.”


    Jake, annoyed by the vague answer, retorted, “Unbelievable!”


    He continued, “As someone with more experience, let me give you a piece of advice. You’re still young, so go out and find something meaningful to do. You could still be sessful down the line.”


    “What? Do you think working in construction is some sort of dead-end job? Absolutely not! Have you heard of Arnold Schwarzenegger? He started outying bricks and eventuallyunched his own construction business. Sure, it didn’t work out, but he became a household name, didn’t he?”<fn007a> Checktest chapters at F?nd-Novel</fn007a><h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “Plus, look at the current trends. tforms like TikTok, Snapchat, Instagram, and Facebook are all the rage right now. You could create an ount and document your daily experiences at the construction site—who knows, you might just go viral!”


    Jake scoffed, “You, as a househusband, have a Snapchat? What’s your username? Aurous’s Biggest Loser?”


    Charlieughed, “A househusband? I prefer to think of myself as an incredible son-inw!”


    “Incredible son-inw?” Jake shot him a disdainful look. “You? Incredible? Please, can you tone down the arrogance? If you’re incredible, then I must be a deity, a god!”


    “You? Just a muddy son-inw,” Charlie replied with a smirk.


    “Muddy son-inw? What does that even mean?”


    Charlie chuckled, “The son-inw who carries bricks! Don’t you get it?”


    “Damn it!” Jake eximed, fuming. “How dare you!”


    Charlie ignored his anger, picking up Mr. Lee and swiftly heading up the stairs to the ssroom.


    Mr. Lee gently patted Charlie’s hand and said, “Thank you, young man. You manage to face humiliation with humor and stand firm. You have a bright future ahead of you.”


    With that, Mr. Lee turned his wheelchair and entered the ssroom.


    Jake muttered scornfully, “Huh, that old fool. I can’t believe he thinks this guy has potential.”


    Charlie brushed off the sarcasm; he knew he was on the verge of his destiny.


    As Mr. Lee entered, the room erupted in cheers as the students rushed forward to greet their teacher.


    The bond between teachers and students during their era could easily be likened to that of a father and son.


    Mr. Lee looked at his students, now with wrinkled faces and gray hair, and sighed with satisfaction. He had dedicated his life to teaching, with students scattered across the country and even around the globe. He felt no regrets as he surveyed the room.


    “Mr. Lee, please give us another lecture!” someone suggested with a choked voice.


    The rest nodded in agreement.


    With tears in his eyes, Mr. Lee sat behind the podium, his fingers tracing the rough surface, and began, “Good morning, ss.”


    “Good morning, Mr. Lee!” the students chorused in unison.


    Mr. Lee smiled weakly. “I’m too old to stand for long, and I can’t project my voice like I used to, so I apologize if today’s lecture isn’t quite up to par.”</p“oh,>