Received a Wife From the Civil Affairs Bureau

The little witch paused, as if hesitating, but before she could move, the little Taoist trotted all the way to the witch, and pulled her to sit on the ground.

Jiang Ziquan thought to himself that this little Taoist priest couldn't get married, but he was able to flirt with a good girl. It was useless to make the little lady sad, and the dirty little Taoist priest sat next to a witch who was obviously dressed up, and she didn't look worthy at all.

"My name is Qingyin, how about you, sister?" The little Taoist didn't care about the little witch's nervousness, and looked at her with big eyes and a hint of joy in his tone.

The little witch gritted her teeth, and whispered: "My parents call me Banshuang." Then she looked down at her own toes in embarrassment.

"Xianshuang, that's a good name. Besides, sister, you smell so good." The little Taoist moved closer to the witch, with a satisfied face, and praised: "It's even more fragrant than my chicken legs."

The little witch was a little shy. Jiang Ziquan saw her rubbing her hands unconsciously. Sometimes Teacher Shen would make such small movements, but the little Taoist couldn't see her blushing face, so he took out two chicken thighs from his sleeve, and looked at them reluctantly. One glance: "Sister Banshuang, you can eat."

Jiang Ziquan glanced at his oily chicken legs, and thought that this little Taoist priest had broken so many precepts, his master would definitely break his legs later.

"Aren't you going to eat?" The little witch also saw the Taoist's reluctance, and asked with a frown.

The little Taoist touched his bald hair, and said embarrassingly: "My master Taoist said that you can't eat meat and drink alcohol. Eating meat will make your hair grow, and monks should be compassionate and not kill."

"Then I will be a vegetarian instead of you. If you eat meat in the future, just transfer my merits to you." The little witch felt that her method was very good, and with a bit of excitement in her tone, she grabbed the little Taoist priest's hand and added Said: "If you come here again tomorrow, I will give you something that won't grow your hair."

The little Taoist's eyes were also shining. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that the witch's idea was very good, so he quickly hugged her gently: "Thank you, sister."

After finishing speaking, he took a big mouthful of the chicken leg, his mouth was covered with oil, and his little face was even more dirty, looking like a beggar.

Banshuang lowered her head and smiled, took out a light blue handkerchief from her sleeve, and carefully helped wipe off the beggar's face, her exquisite eyebrows and eyes gradually revealed with her movements, she heard her say: "Thank you, sister. "

Jiang Ziquan felt that this face was very familiar, looked at it carefully for a while, then sat down on the ground with a plop, and said in shock, "Isn't this me?"

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Jiang Ziquan opened his eyes. The bright room showed that it was getting late. He recalled the dream he had just had, and felt that the little Taoist priest inside was, no, the little Taoist nun, and she herself It's not like her own, although that face is still very immature, it's the same face as her own, but the way of behavior doesn't seem to be done by herself, after all, it's not like she has no experience in flirting with girls.

Could the nun be Teacher Shen? She didn't see her face, so she couldn't be sure.

After thinking for a while, I felt that I was too boring, it was just a dream, how could I see a girl who was Teacher Shen?

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"Everyone has suffered for the exams recently. Our school's overall performance has improved a lot. Of course, we can't be proud. There is not much time left before the college entrance examination. If you persist, you will win, especially some young people. You have to be a little bit more energetic, and you have to be serious for the future of the students." The master of age spurted far away, and when he talked about young people, he glanced at Shen Yumo intentionally.

Shen Yumo was still sitting upright, thinking about whether to go directly to the director's office to admit his mistake after the meeting, so that the director would not use this matter to stab her in a weird way in the future.

"Mr. Shen, don't put so much pressure on you. It's a bit difficult to be a Chinese teacher in the third year of high school for the first time. Don't be discouraged." Xu Yan poked her arm. Her class was worse than Teacher Shen's class. To be close, just because the class is poor in all subjects does not seem to be regarded as poor. I usually know that Shen Yumo is serious and responsible for the students, but the soft-tempered students do not obey discipline.

"I know, it's okay." Shen Yumo gave her a reassuring look, and then looked at the senior director.

"Okay. That's all for today's meeting. Each teacher will write a summary and submit it. It must be written in a more profound way." The senior director stopped, took a thermos and left the meeting room.

"As a teacher, you must put students' grades first, and you can't take private matters to the school, lest parents think that this school is the teacher's backyard and worry about their children's studies." Zhou Kairui also took a sip of water, and moved slowly to organize the files Slowly, with a bit of laziness.

"Mr. Zhou, your Chinese is first and second this time, and you are indeed the backbone of Mingxing."

Zhou Kairui smiled at the teacher, and then glanced at Shen Yumo and Xu Yan inexplicably.

"Mr. Shen, do you want to eat together at noon?" Xu Yaojiao's physics score is better, and the smile on his face is obvious.

Shen Yumo looked at Xu Yao, who was pretending to be decent, and couldn't help thinking of Jiang Ziquan's evaluation of him: "He looks good, gentle, romantic, and the conditions are good." Thinking of this, he felt a little stuck in his heart, and smiled with great difficulty: "Xu Teacher, my house is close, I just go home and eat, don't bother you."