The host is irritable every day

Chapter 114 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (56)

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Qi Wan calmly turned off the computer, looked at the person, and curled her lips in embarrassment, "Teacher Xia, I saw you were busy and didn't come. Just now... you were just chatting with the students, summarizing the answering skills, which can be considered a help. You share the burden."

People are speechless.

Share?
As soon as he approached the tenth classroom, the clear and perfect writing method came to his ears word by word.

The class in the classroom is quiet, and the students under the podium also love to listen. If he hadn't experienced their stubbornness before, the appearance of each of them writing quickly is really like a good student who loves to learn.

Whether it's in terms of commanding skills or teaching efficiency, he is better than him. Sharing the load? Are you trying to steal his job?
Seeing that the other party remained silent, Qi Wan packed up her things and took the initiative to step away from the podium, "The class is about to end. Do you want to...?"

"Ah." In a daze, the man opened the textbook in his arms, took out a sticky note full of words, and handed it to the boy at the first table near the front door, "...I'm just here to assign a homework. "

He adjusted the glasses frame, and then backed out of the front door threshold, "It's okay, you continue..."

Qi Wan: "..."

The get out of class bell came just in time.

Qi Wan was stopped when she was about to leave the classroom.

It was a female student. She held a Chinese test paper and approached Qi Wan to give her a lecture.

Extracurricular reading questions.

Qi Wan, who was reading carefully, rubbed her chin, always making a nasal "hmmm" when thinking.

"...This article expresses homesickness. It seems that the nostalgia for people is not right. The questions and examples in the other options are all correct. Choose C."

As soon as she finished speaking, the female student's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement when she looked at her, and she took out a piece of crumpled paper from her pocket. The front page had a large font, which was the answer issued by the school.

She opened the book in front of Qi Wan, pointed at the question options and said in surprise: "Teacher Qi, you really said the answer is exactly the same...Teacher Qi, you must have taught Chinese before, right?"

As soon as the words came out, the female student thought about it, but it didn't seem right. She is only 25 this year, so she doesn't look like a senior teacher at such a young age...

When he was puzzled, Qi Wan mysteriously patted her on the shoulder, walked past her, and smiled to explain, "Side job."

...

According to the Chinese teacher of Class 10 of the second year of high school, he complained a little in the office that day, so, a few days later, the news of Qi Wan teaching Chinese as a physical education teacher instantly spread throughout the campus.

"My Chinese language was taught by the physical education teacher", this strange and cold knowledge has grown.

Lunch time.

Qi Wan and Ye Ning settled at the Wonton shop outside the school.

Qi Wan was eating wontons in a leisurely manner, and accidentally raised her head, and the person opposite was looking at her calmly with her chin resting on her hands.

She blinked twice, and the other side blinked twice.

"What are you doing."

Qi Wan was a little confused, so she knocked on the bowl and reminded: "If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

Ye Ning snorted, took a piece of paper from the drawer box beside her, wiped the overflowing soup on the table, and joked: "If you teach your class Chinese again, those who really got the Chinese teacher qualification certificate Teachers, cool down too."

After the whole school spread the word that the physical education teacher in Class 10 of the second year of high school taught Chinese, the principal didn't blame Qi Wan for the nonsense at Monday's flag-raising ceremony, and even supported her teaching, even showing all Qi Wan's previous Chinese achievements.

No one dared to say it was bad, but some couldn't believe it. Obviously, you can rely on your face to rely on your intelligence and strength, but you have to rely on physical strength.

People are beautiful and cruel, not only protecting their own jobs, but also making others lose their jobs.

Ye Ning glanced at her with her mouth, and Qi Wan raised her head to look at the strange gaze she received, "Aren't you tired of teasing people all day?"

"What's more, they can't suppress those problem students by themselves. If they are really capable, they won't be crushed by my side job."

Not only did he speak casually, but he also dared to speak out, revealing his true face that was quite teasing to others.

Ye Ning suddenly smiled and said, "This doesn't seem to be your side job, what about psychology?"

Qi Wan scooped a wonton into her mouth and paused, "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you go abroad to take some psychology classes, so you can't see Tang Junchen's heart clearly?"

It's about people's mental illness.

"You really don't want to enlighten him?"

Qi Wan's eyes slightly curved, he tilted his temples and answered calmly: "No need, he just likes me."

Ye Ning: "..."

...

In the evening, with the keys to Tang Junchen's house, Qi Wan returned to the apartment after work.

When I opened the door, it was quiet. It seemed that no one had gotten off work yet.

After six o'clock in the autumn, it began to get dark gradually. Qi Wan changed his shoes at the entrance and touched the lamp.

After washing her hands at the corner sink, she went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and decided to cook a meal for someone.

I looked through all the ingredients inside, and under the difficulty of choosing, I picked out a few pieces here and there.

Cabbage, eggs, and lean meat are few and far between.

In fact, her injured hand was almost healed, and her arm was not as numb as before, nor did it affect the nerve cells in her fingertips. But in front of Tang Junchen, well... she still needed to be calm.

When I get busy, I don't care about it. I simply cook the rice first, and then start to process the ingredients.

Except for the injured hand which cannot touch the water, all other steps of cutting meat and beating eggs are done with both hands.

Eggs cannot be fried. She skillfully beat the eggs, added water, and steamed them in a pan.

Two pots were opened, one boiled cabbage and the other steamed eggs.

Qi Wan turned on the range hood while cooking, and the sound was so loud that someone walked from the door to the kitchen without knowing it.

It was only when she was suddenly surrounded by a black shadow behind her that someone turned on the lamp of the range hood above her head before she realized it.

Qi Wan turned her face slightly, and after touching the familiar cold breath of the man, the shovel in her hand was also snatched away.

Tang Junchen passed under her armpit, holding the handle of the pot with one hand and a shovel with the other, turning off the heat to boil the cabbage.

The warm breath fell on her ears one after another, and it seemed to be rippling a few times, scratching the heartstrings.

I don't know if it's the steam rising from the cooking, or the breath that seems to be provocative in someone's ear, Qi Wan's face turned red.

Although Tang Junchen seemed to be cooking with her in his arms, the picture was extremely warm, but from the corner of Qi Wan's eyes, he could see the drooping of the naked eyelids, his brows and eyes were cold, and his face was expressionless, as if he was alienated from other girls.

I was speechless the whole time.

The dishes were cooked in a short while, Tang Junchen turned off the fire, and simply left her to get the dishes.

The corner of Qi Wan's lips twitched, and she rushed over again, hugging his waist from behind, with a soft voice: "Tang Junchen, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Junchen glanced at her, pulled her gauze-bound hand that was still stained with water, and asked coldly, "You asked me what's wrong."

Qi Wan looked away a little guilty.

"Did I tell you not to touch the water on your wound?"

Qi Wan pouted, and straightened her injured palm in aggrieved way, "But I'm almost fine..."

"Almost good, can it be considered completely good?" Tang Junchen frowned, and his tone became heavier.

(End of this chapter)