Chapter 1 (2/2)

”It's better to sneak away than to be beaten every year.” Fang Yan's handsome face showed a ferocious look: ”Ye gentle, you are a dead woman. I'm afraid you will never think that I will come to school to be a teacher, right? Want to hit me? no way. Am I a poor, cowardly, undignified man who can be beaten at will? ”

After asking this question, which does not need anyone to answer, Fang Yan is inexplicably sad.

At least - every year to give ye gentle that savage woman beat. It's the same as cat eating fish and dog eating meat. Altman wants to beat little monsters. That's the rule.

After finishing the neckline of the white shirt, I felt a black frame glasses from the left pocket and put them on. I felt a small mirror from the right pocket and looked at my facial features and hair style to make sure there was no unknown object in the corner of my eyes. I couldn't help but praise: ”a good-looking person.”

A fat middle-aged man trotted over, passed Fang Yan's side, and came back quickly like a ball. He looked at Fang Yan doubtfully and asked, ”are you Fang Yan's teacher?”

”I am.” Fang Yan nods.

”Are you really Fang Yan?” Zheng Jing has an incredible face. Didn't he come to pick up a new teacher? Why is it such a young guy who is a little over the top?

How embarrassed would he be if he stood on the platform and gave lectures to the students who were slightly old-fashioned?

”You are older than the teacher.” Will this sentence become the most vicious language attack in Zhuque middle school?

”If it's a fake one.” Fang Yan said with a smile.

”I'm Zheng Jing, director of the principal's office.” Zheng Jing once again looked at Fang Yan from top to bottom. After ruling out the possibility that it was a prank, he raised his heavy head and said, ”principal, please.”Vice president's office.

Fang Yan looks at the bright, broad and elegant office, and decides two things: first, Zhuque middle school is very rich, and teachers' welfare is very good. Second, the vice president in charge of personnel is a woman.

In the absence of the vice principal, the fat man who brought him in poured him a cup of tea and left in a hurry, leaving him alone in the empty room.

Fang Yan waited for a long time, the hot water cooled, the tea fragrance dissipated, and the vice principal who wanted to see him disappeared.

He got up and stretched, then walked around the office and looked around.

Soon, his eyes were attracted by a tall vase in the corner.

The streamlined yugali head and tail echo the cloud night, and the colorful yellow Fulang is decorated with the lazy echelon state, which looks very beautiful.

”Up the ladder?” Fang Yan has a sense of instant amazement. I didn't expect to see such a difficult flower arrangement as ”climbing the ladder”.

He squatted down to enjoy it carefully, then shook his head gently: ”the fire is not enough.”

Want to turn around to leave, but stopped again.

I hesitated again and again. Finally, I couldn't help but pick up the scissors on the windowsill and trim them.

Opening and closing in a big way, the means are ruthless, it seems like there is a hatred with this pot of flower art.

Bang!

Lu Chaoge pushes open the office door and sees a strange man squatting in the corner of the wall, waving scissors to destroy his favorite flower arrangement.

She had the feeling of fainting with blood pouring up. She was pale and her eyes were wide open. She cried out in a hurry, ”what are you doing?”

Fang Yan was absorbed in his work and devoted himself to the work in his hand. When he heard the explosion, he replied, ”No.”

PS: no matter what you think, I want to die for you