Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

"Do one more set! The movement is going to the end, and I can't escape my sharp eyes!" Lin Weiwei put his hands behind his back, put his miscellaneous thoughts behind him, and stared at the little carrot heads in front of him to practice moves.

"what--"

Seeing the children practicing in style, she nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, the door of the training room was opened, and the principal walked in with a few people, and started to discuss quietly.

Zhang Baobao turned his little head to look around, unconsciously attracted, and made several mistakes in a row.

"Oh! It's broken, what's the matter?" In desperation, he began to gesticulate with his hands and feet.

His actions made the children around him chuckle, and the good atmosphere was broken.

"It's you, the troublemaker, who has a problem again. Come on, I will supervise you personally." Lin Weiwei couldn't help laughing, and strode to his side, staring at him, and immediately stopped when he made a mistake.

"stop!"

I don't know how many times, Zhang Baobao was stunned, there was nothing wrong with his actions, why was he called to stop again?
"You've done a good job, you can rest!" Lin Weiwei patted his head, and a lily-of-the-valley smile bloomed on his clean little face.

Just when she turned around, the Taoist uniform was pulled: "What's wrong?"

With doubts in Zhang Baobao's black pupils, he pointed to the few people who were still at the door: "Auntie, they have been here for a long time, so they must be leaders or something."

"I was nervous for a while, what if I give my aunt a bad impression?" His eyes were red, and he lowered his head in annoyance, like a cub who did something wrong.

After hearing this, Lin Weiwei looked at the unfamiliar faces, but he patted them patiently: "No, you were very cooperative with me just now, and they have reasonable scoring standards in their hearts."

She comforted in a soft voice, and Zhang Baobao heaved a sigh of relief.

When I looked up again, the people at the door were gone.

Only when the principal closed the door, he gave Lin Weiwei a complicated look, which made Lin Weiwei frown.

After class, Lin Weiwei came out of the changing room, looked in the mirror, and was busy arranging his messy hair.

"Hey, Coach Lin, it's a good thing you haven't gone back yet. The principal has something to do with you, so he called you to the office and said he has something to talk about." As soon as the coach who led the longer class came, he told him with a smile.

Lin Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, and he did not have any negligence in his duty: "Thank you for telling me, but what is it for?"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, the principal is in a hurry, so go quickly."

Knocking on the door and hearing the answer, Lin Weiwei walked in anxiously: "Principal, are you looking for me?"

"Coach Lin, there is something urgent." The principal nodded, took out a document from the drawer, and pushed it over, "Look carefully, I will make proper arrangements in the follow-up, and make a choice as soon as possible Bar."

Looking at the document in front of him, Lin Weiwei's back felt cold. Could it be that Zhang Baobao really hit the mark?
Opening it apprehensively, she opened her eyes wide...

"Something has happened, is Ji Mingyou there? Tell me, where is he?" Lin Weiwei ran in like a gust of wind, stood where he was, and scanned around anxiously.

She sat down at the principal's desk, and now it was dark outside, and it was time to close the shop.

This shout made the shop assistants look over, and Lin Xiaofei ran down from the second floor: "What stimulated you? The store manager hasn't come to the store all afternoon. You can't find it here. Why don't you call me?" What about the phone?"

The shop assistants nodded and got off work one after another.

In the past few days, Ji Mingyou became more and more arrogant, he stopped leaving early and stopped coming all afternoon.

Lin Weiwei's little flame was suddenly doused with cold water, and he sat aside irritably, muttering, "What the hell is going on? I've already signed the contract, and he's not here."

"What contract, this one? Hurry up and share it with me!" Lin Xiaofei seemed to have endless energy, saw a corner of the document, pulled it out, and flipped through it in her hand.

She pointed in surprise and stuttered: "Cousin, this... is it a TV station contract? Oh my... oh my god!"

"Just when I thought I was going to be scolded, the principal gave me this, saying that it was a taekwondo program on the TV station, so I contacted me by the way." Lin Weiwei smiled and pounded the table excitedly, "Demand to communicate with the students in the class." The children were together, and it went smoothly because the parents also agreed."

"If nothing else happens, the show will start recording soon!"

Her eyes are bright, shining like the morning sun, never stingy with her own happiness.

Lin Xiaofei rushed over, and the two hugged each other: "Congratulations, cousin! I can follow your show again! By the way, the store manager told me to let you come back and go to the back kitchen."

"Okay!" Lin Weiwei stood up with a smile, and walked in humming a little song.

She pushed open the door, but didn't see a new post-it note on the message board, and scratched her head: "No, didn't you ask me to close it because you were worried that Xiaofei would break the instrument?"

"If you don't tell me, how would I know?" She checked each of them, and when she raised her head, she hit the corner of the table, tears were about to fly out from the pain.

Lin Weiwei's low curse came from the quiet back kitchen. He raised his head, and a well-packed cake box came into his eyes.

Lin Weiwei looked at it in astonishment, and walked over with his head covered, maybe some order was forgotten to be delivered.

She anxiously opened the printed order slip. It was a large piece of paper with handwritten words on it.

"I wanted to meet you tonight, but something unexpected happened and I had to rush over there. Call me whether you're happy or not, and I'll accept everything even if you complain."

The handwriting is iron painted with a silver hook, and it can be seen that it was written by Ji Mingyou. How could it be such a coincidence?
The pain in his head seemed to disappear. Lin Weiwei looked at the note carefully, his heart was filled, and he put the phone to his ear.

The other party got through quickly, and she happily told the situation: "I have a new program, I saw the cake, let's celebrate together tomorrow."

Ji Mingyou raised the corners of his mouth, listened to her words patiently, and hummed lightly: "Taekwondo is something you are good at, and it shouldn't be too difficult with previous experience. However, I won't go back to the store tomorrow. It's not finished yet."

The small flame that had just been ignited by the last sentence was extinguished again, and Lin Weiwei nodded in frustration.

"How about the day after tomorrow, are you busy?" She was silent for a while, and then asked courageously.

There was light in her eyes, and she clenched her hands nervously, wanting to know more about Ji Mingyou's situation.

Suddenly, a gentle voice came in: "Mr. Ji, the equipment has arrived, and I need you to go and have a look."

"It is already shortening the time, once it is broken, it will affect the subsequent process."

Lin Weiwei seemed to know something, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Then you go to work first, I will try my best to seize this opportunity."

"Okay, I'm optimistic about your performance. I will prepare a surprise when the time comes. Let's look forward to it." Hearing the depressed voice, Ji Mingyou's heart twitched, and he stood up subconsciously. He also wanted to feel Lin Weiwei's side.