I Have a Happy Ending with the Mistress’ Ex-Boyfriend

Jane Qiaoxin looked at the Little Sun Live Broadcasting Platform in her hands amused, and unexpectedly had some expectations for this very novel experience.

The director jumped for joy after he finished talking: "If that's the case, let's start?"

Yan Gan played with the mobile phone in his hand and became a little bit interested: "Since you want to play, let's see how to divide the labor, we can't get together to do one thing together."

Jane Qiaoxin also recognized: "Just now the director said that he can cook, substitute lessons, repair tables and chairs, and clean up?"

Fu Lougui took the cup from the female teacher, and took a sip: "Neither I nor Agan can cook, so we will do the rough work, and you two will pick something light to do."

Think briefly: "Well, I'll cook, Xiaoxin, you will substitute for the lesson?"

Jane Qiaoxin was caught off guard by being named, and he was taken aback: "I'm going to class? But I, I have no experience, I haven't taught anyone!"

"It's nothing." The female teacher comforted him by the side: "The children are only one or two years old now, and they are only simple and easy to teach. Don't worry!"

Jane Qiaoxin was not easy to refuse, so he nodded and said to Yan Gan again: "Then what are you going to do?"

Yan is a big boss. It's really dreamy to have to clean up or repair tables and chairs. This is a master who has never done work at home.

Yan Gan looked at his hesitant expression and raised his eyebrows: "Why, what do you think I can't do?"

"No!" Jane Qiaoxin hurriedly shook his head, he said quickly: "I'll just ask."

Yan Gan smiled, he chose one: "Repair tables and chairs."

It just so happens that he can be in the classroom, and Fu Lougui can also clean up and accompany him in the kitchen.

After everyone discussed what to do, the live broadcast started.

The program team has already done a good job of publicity before the live broadcast, because at this time there are already many viewers on the little sun.

After Jane Qiaoxin took the selfie stick and connected the phone, his face appeared on the phone screen. The front camera was very clear. Because there were no makeup artists to follow on the desert island, he just applied sunscreen when he went out today. The face of the young man who appeared on the screen was also undressed. His white cheeks were a little reddish, and the white T-shirt was half exposed. He smiled at the camera, not sure if this would be given by the agent. Killed.

Jane Qiaoxin looked at the camera, hesitantly facing the cameraman next to him: "Uh, does anyone look at it?"

The photographer said: "Yes."

Jane Qiaoxin felt that she was just talking awkwardly, and she could only bite the bullet and said: "Hi everyone, I am Jane Qiaoxin. I am in the elementary school in **** village. Today I am going to give the children a substitute lesson, and then I am talking with My husband came here with him. He wants to...cough, repair tables and chairs for the children."

In the barrage, twos and threes began to leave messages. Jane Joe's new selfie stick was a bit long. He couldn't see the barrage, but he wanted to see it, so he simply narrowed the distance of the selfie stick and looked at it curiously.

Zoma Xingchen: "Tell Mr. Yan, let him show his face!"

Feng Xu: "Why doesn't the boss show his face!"

Pretend to be online: "Mr. Yan does not show his face, bad review!"

"..."

If Jian Qiaoxin is not sure that he did not have the wrong phone, he suspects that he is holding Yan Gan's phone. Isn't this his live broadcast room? Why are they all talking about Yan Gan?

Also, what show up?

Jian Qiaoxin looked back for Yan Qian, and found that Yan Qian was indeed holding a selfie stick not far away, but the difference was that everyone else was front-facing, only he opened the back!

Jane Qiaoxin looked back at his message, walked into Yan Gan helplessly amidst the shouts of the crowd, and whispered, "Agan."

His voice was soft, with a little softness, and the heart of the listener was itchy.

Yan Gan stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the desks and chairs, and turned around after hearing the words: "What?"

"Just..." Jane Qiaoxin glanced at his live broadcast room again, and thought about it: "Why didn't you open the front, they said they wanted to see you."

Although a lot of manpower asked to see Yan Gan's face, Jian Qiao didn't adjust his live studio angle to see Yan Gan when he was new. He would not consume Yan Gan unless Yan Gan was willing to show up on his own.

Yan Gan took the toolbox handed to him by the staff and picked it up randomly: "They want to see me?"

The voice of this sentence is a bit loud, to ensure that Jane Joe’s new mobile phone can record the sound, so that the audience can hear it, and also allow his audience to hear it. The magnetic bass is like a subwoofer. Relying on sound can make up countless pictures.

Jane Qiaoxin gave a light cough: "Yeah."

Yan Gan smiled, scornfully: "Uncle's appearance fee is very high."

The implication is that the gift money is not in place, and I still want to see the face for free. This business is really a loss, and thankless work is not the business of the businessman.

Jane Qiao Xin was taken aback, he couldn't help laughing out, and then said to his camera: "Have you heard, cough, I can't help it."

Man Touchen: "Mr. Yan, this grinning little fairy!"

Lian Lian Lian: "Very good. If you don't see it, don't watch it. Isn't Fu Yingdi fragrant!"

There was a boil inside the barrage. Of course, because of the break between classes, many children ran around. The children were innocent and cute, and they also attracted a lot of people to shout cute.

Jane Qiao took a look at the textbook for a while, and learned about the content of the class for a while. It was a simple lesson preparation.

In the barrage, most of them are asking what class is going on for a while. Compared to other people, Jane Qiao’s new live broadcast room is actually not very popular. Everyone else is working, only he is quietly standing by and reading.

At noon in the summer, the sun was very strong. He leaned against the desk and turned over some yellowed books in his hands. The pen and paper in his hands wrote a few words for remarks from time to time. The light seemed to give people a soft light, and the surroundings were clearly chaotic. It was noisy, but when he concentrated, his surroundings seemed to settle down, leaving only the sound of paper leaves.

Qin Yuan: "Teacher is not easy to be a teacher. Not everyone can be a teacher. No matter what, it looks okay. I don't know if I can be a teacher."

Has it landed into a box today: "Being pretentious, isn't it all to make money when recording shows?"

Mei Jue: "I have been working for several years, and I haven't attended class for a long time. I didn't expect that one day I would use my mobile phone to have class in elementary school."

After the class bell rang, many children entered the classroom.

Yan Gan repaired a somewhat dilapidated old table with screws in a corner not far away. He glanced at Jane Qiaoxin on the podium intentionally or unintentionally.

Jane Qiaoxin met his gaze, his heart tightened, his face was inexplicably red, and a little nervous. He coughed softly, "Hello everyone, I am your substitute teacher. My name is Jane. Just call me Teacher Jane. Now, please turn to page 20. Let’s study "Yong Huai in Mountain Village" today."

The children in the village have probably been bathed in the sun for a long time. Most of them have dark skin, some thin, not particularly fat. The little girls will have low ponytails or braids. The boys have small heads and some clothes. Shabby, but the eyes are dark and bright, and the smile is pure and cute.

Jane Qiaoxin paid attention and found that none of the class was nearsighted.

He glanced at his students and wrote down the general situation in his mind. After generalizing the mind and spirit, he held a book in his hand, and his voice was rounded: "The author of this poem is Shao Yong, a writer of the Song Dynasty. Mr. An Le, one of the five sons of the Northern Song Dynasty, this poet studied hard when he was young. In order to learn, he does not fan a fan in summer and does not use a stove in winter. Why, because..."

Compared with ordinary dead teaching, Jane will prefer to tell some small stories in the new lectures, which are fun and interesting. Children can hardly concentrate, but if they say something interesting during the teaching The story will get twice the result with half the effort.

His own voice is very gentle, and when he speaks quietly, he really looks like a kind father telling stories to his children slowly.

While talking, Jane Qiaoxin would also look at the screen when he was free, and occasionally thank a few friends who gave gifts. He did not ask for gifts as the director said, but he did not refuse.

The number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increased. Compared with other people who are working, it is also a good choice to listen to stories occasionally. Some generous audience gifts have also begun to be used.

Mu Mu: "I thought the class would be boring. This is what I actually listened to in the first grade of elementary school. After listening for ten minutes, I even wanted to listen."

Qian Tanle: "This is Xiaoxin's foundation. Well, not everyone can get a poet who can explain the life of another person. He has been live broadcasting just now, and he has not searched on his mobile phone."

Ganggang: "Oh, did Jane Joe's new fans start to learn to dominate again? It's awkward, don't you know that variety shows have Taiwanese books, haha."

Flying Maiden Pig: "I don't understand, some people don't like Xiaoxin, why are they still here to watch his live broadcast, purely for the sake of leverage, interesting?"

Just after teaching a poem, Jane Qiaoxin read it a few times with it, and let the children below try to read it by himself, and he rested for a while.

The child closest to him reads most seriously, Jane Qiaoxin walked to his side during the break and said: "You like this poem very much?"

The little boy looked at him timidly, and finally nodded: "I like it. When I'm at home, my brother will also read poems to me."

Jane Qiaoxin noticed that the child’s nails had mud and dust, and he must be helping the family at ordinary times. Rarely, the family is also creating a good learning atmosphere for the child. He leaned against the table and asked with a smile: “This way, What poems does your brother read?"

The little boy was very self-confident: "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river, a fair lady, a gentleman is very good."

"..."

The whole room was quiet. There were already less than ten children. At this moment, I stopped and looked at them. Even Yan Qian from the back raised his eyelids and looked over here.

Jane Qiaoxin was in a rare embarrassment, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Your brother taught you?"

"No." The little boy scratched his head: "He read it to others, I learned it secretly."

So that's why he said that a wolf-like brother can teach such lines to his brother in the first grade of elementary school?

A child raised his hand in the back.

Jane Qiao quickly said, "Please speak."

The little girl raising her hand glared round eyes and lay on the table and asked: "Teacher Jian, what does that poem mean, we want to learn it too."

"..."

Jane Qiaoxin coughed slightly, her hand holding the book tightened unconsciously, and she was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, she felt that explaining to children whether love would have an impact, and for convenience she was also entangled in how to explain this sentence. the meaning of.

Just when he was struggling, Yan Gan at the back said: "This sentence means that a beautiful person, a man wants to marry home when he sees it."

"..."

Silence in a room

There was a little girl who was weak and weak: "What kind of person is a beautiful person?"

Yan Gan smiled, and glanced at Jian Qiaoxin meaningfully: "My wife is like that."