Chapter 12 Vote for Your Aunt!

"This is the e-mail that the principal just forwarded to me." May knocked on the desktop and said, "Someone sent such a letter to the principal and the Education Bureau, saying that you did not follow the syllabus, did not assign homework to students, and misled the students."
Queenie suddenly felt a little speechless.
"Ms. Wilson, I didn't assign too much homework, and it is strictly in accordance with the spirit of the document to reduce the burden," Queenie defended.
May's face turned black with anger as she listened to Queenie's explanation. "Reducing the burden is indeed our current educational philosophy. But, Ms. Lorente, you have little experience and still need to learn from other teachers. Homework is a process of consolidating knowledge. Can students not have homework?"
"Ms. Wilson, I do assign homework! It's just that much of the homework is completed during the after-school care. They can complete the homework at school and review it independently at home without parents having to accompany them. Isn't that more worry-free?"
As Queenie explained, May became more impatient. "Why don't you just assign more homework? Why do you talk nonsense here?"
After so many years as a director, she had never seen a new teacher who didn't listen to her!
Queenie was also holding back her anger but still said calmly, "Ms. Wilson, I am afraid that if there is too much homework, parents will sue me."
May felt that Queenie was talking back to her, and her face turned cold. "In any case, you should explain this matter to the parents. Learn from other teachers and assign homework with passwords or something like independent assignments and skill development. You have to assign homework, but also cannot give anyone a handle!"
Queenie was reluctant, but under the pressure of the superior-subordinate relationship, she could only accept that.
Only then did May's face slightly relax. "Also, the online voting for outstanding teachers in the district is for one week. You need to mobilize your colleagues and friends to vote.
"The teacher from the neighboring Experimental Primary School has already surpassed you. You must find a way to catch up and not let our school lose face."
"Okay, I see," Queenie replied dully and left May's office.
Back at her desk, she felt a little depressed.
Macy had been waiting here for her, and when she learned why May asked Queenie to go to the office, Macy was furious again.
"Why are these parents like this? The higher-ups want to reduce the burden, and parents want to add pressure. It's like teachers are sandwiched! You can't offend anyone!"
Queenie took Macy's hand. "Shh, stop talking about that."
"It's true!" Macy rolled her eyes.
"As for the parents' matter, I'll explain it in the group. What bothers me now is the issue of voting."
Queenie smiled helplessly. "I didn't expect that as a teacher now, I have to learn how to canvass votes."
Macy was also annoyed by this, but in the workplace, there was nothing to be done. She quickly posted the link on her Twitter Moments.
[Hello everyone, the 5th candidate is a beautiful teacher from our school, who happens to be my best friend. Can you all please help me by casting your votes for her? Each person can vote up to three times a day. Let's all support her together]
After posting, Macy forwarded it to several groups and even sent several gifts to them, asking everyone to help vote.
Seeing that Macy was actively helping her canvass, Queenie felt embarrassed if she didn't do anything, so she sent a few WhatsApp messages to some close friends and even sent one to Benoit.
After sending it, Queenie felt embarrassed and quickly retracted it.
Who knew that Benoit would reply instantly: [?]
Queenie bit her lip.
''What was the matter with this person? Why did he see it so quickly?
Was it because he happened to be playing with his phone?'
Seeing Queenie awkwardly editing and deleting explanations in the chat box, Macy snatched her phone.
"This is Pollard's uncle?"
Queenie nodded.
Without further ado, Macy resent the link to Benoit and then pressed the voice button.
"I am Queenie's best friend, Macy Willot. I'm telling you, your wife is now canvassing for the district teacher competition. She's about to lose to second place! Will you help with this favor? Quickly mobilize the people around you to canvass."
After the voice message, Queenie quickly grabbed her phone back and pouted at Macy. "Macy, he's an elder. You can't talk to him like that."
"I don't care if he's an elder or not! He's now your husband, which makes us peers! And if he wants to be my best friend's husband, he should at least let me see if he's qualified or not."
Macy pulled up a chair and sat down brazenly.
Queenie was moved and hugged Macy. "You're the best to me."
No one in her family was as good to her as Macy.
Macy raised her head proudly. "Of course! Being best friends is for life!"
Ding!
Benoit replied.
Macy signaled Queenie to check WhatsApp quickly.
Queenie was a little nervous, wondering if Benoit would think her annoying.
In her impression, Benoit was a serious elder and a very powerful person who frequently handled large projects worth tens of millions of dollars.
In the past, when the Clancy family had a party, she only dared to nod her head at Benoit from a distance and didn't dare to talk to him at all.
Would he think that their canvassing behavior was childish?
After opening the phone screen, Queenie saw the chat page and replied concisely.
[I guarantee to complete the task!]
Queenie breathed a sigh of relief and showed Macy the chat page.
Macy glanced at it and coldly snorted. "Anyone can talk big, but it depends on how he does it! If he wants to pass my test, it's not that easy."
She didn't even think much of Pollard from before!
In Macy's perception, no one was worthy of Queenie.
...
On the other side, after receiving the forwarded link, Benoit frowned slightly for a while.
Manley, at the side, secretly glanced at him and was puzzled.
A big project?
The last project that made Benoit frown seemed to be several years ago!
After carefully reading the entire link page, Benoit immediately forwarded it to his Twitter Moments. [Number 5, vote! Three votes per person per day! Not voting is not giving face to me.]
The content was concise and accurate, which was in line with Benoit's style, but it had a significant deterrent effect.
As soon as the content was posted,. there were more than 300 likes.
Everyone voted for No. 5 and left messages under Benoit's moments.
[I've voted.]
[I've voted three times, and I will come back tomorrow! I guarantee to complete the task!]
[Mr. Clancy, Gale from World Trade Company has already voted three times.]
[Mr. Clancy, I am Calvin from Zandra Foods in North District, and I have already voted three times.]
...
After posting on Moments, Benoit forwarded it to several familiar friend groups.
[Number 5, my wife, needs your three daily votes! Don't let her down!]
[@Simms@Shipley: The whole family, servants, and the company must vote!]
Simms was rendered speechless.
Shipley was the same as him.
Immediately afterward, Benoit forwarded it to his several relatives.
He forwarded it to Prescott: [Dad, vote for Queenie three times a day.]
After a pause, Benoit narrowed his eyes and finally forwarded the link to Pollard.
[No. 5, vote for your aunt.]