Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

Although clueless, it is not helpless.

After discussing a few words, the four left the villa one after another.

"Finch."

After Su Li and Dong Baijing left, Du took the initiative to follow.

"Any ideas?"

Wu Queque nodded, "A little bit."

Du scratched his head and said distressedly, "I still don't know what I'm going to do?"

"However, let's not talk about this, Que Que, do you want to cook with me at noon?"

He added: "I heard that your knife skills are very good."

Wu Queque didn't refuse.

Du got a satisfactory answer and didn't talk too much. After saying hello, he turned and left.

Wu Queque looked at his back and frowned deeply.

Du just...does he want his blood?

Wu Queque planned to put a layer of aura on her hands at noon, after all, it is necessary to guard against others.

I went to a coffee shop yesterday, Wu Queque looked around and set her sights on a temporary job advertisement.

Recruitment: Temporary teacher in the painting class.

The recruitment advertisement is very simple, leaving only the location and contact information.

Wu Queque found a nearby park based on the address left.

"Hello?"

"Are you here to apply for a job?"

The female teacher looked around at Wu Queque, and then her eyes fell on the camera behind him.

"Take a video?"

"live streaming."

The female teacher frowned.

"star?"

Wu Queque shook her head, and said honestly: "It's the anchor, participating in the program "Shared Rent Moments"."

"Shared Moment"?

The female teacher's face softened a lot. After noticing the logo of the camera and inquiring about Wu Queque's identity, she smiled at Wu Queque.

"It's Director Li's show, so I'm relieved."

She continued: "We have two teachers here. There was an accident and they couldn't come here. I want to hire you as a temporary class teacher."

"Demand to ensure the safety of the children and prevent them from running around."

"The price is favorable, two hours, two hundred to four hundred."

she added.

"If you want, we can sign a provisional contract now."

Wu Queque nodded and hurriedly said: "Yes."

The female teacher took out the impromptu contract from her bag, and sent a notice to other teachers and the parents of the students, informing them that they could see the child's condition on Wu Que Que's live broadcast.

After everything was ready, a yellow school bus stopped in the park carrying a dozen children.

"Teacher Yaya!"

"Teacher Yaya!"

A group of children flew over and surrounded the female teacher like birds returning to their nests.

Teacher Yaya stroked a child's short hair, and smiled softly: "Today, you have something to do with the teacher every day. Teacher Queque is your teacher in charge of the class. Where should I report to Teacher Queque?"

"Do you know?"

"Know it--"

Several children answered with a drawn out voice.

Standing beside Teacher Yaya, Wu Queque felt the curious eyes of the children, and couldn't help showing a smile.

After a few words of advice from Teacher Yaya and Wu Queque, they went to help the children get the painting tools.

As soon as she left, the children surrounded Wu Que Que.

"Beautiful teacher, why can't Teacher Tiantian come today?"

"Beautiful teacher, why hasn't Huahua seen you before?"

……

Like a hundred thousand whys, a dozen children hurled questions at Wu Queque one by one.

"Teacher Tiantian has something to do today."

Wu Queque tried to answer their questions.

As soon as the words fell, a little girl asked loudly: "Teacher Tiantian doesn't want to go to school, so why doesn't he come?"

【Hahahahaha】

[Same troubles at different ages]

[I don’t want to go to school hahaha]

【Tong Yanwuji [funny]】

……

"How come? Teacher Tiantian likes studying and children the most."

Teacher Yaya came over suddenly and helped Wu Queque solve this little predicament.

"Teacher Tiantian, I'm not feeling well recently, so I didn't come here."

A few radish-headed kids nodded their heads half-understood, and chattered that they were going to visit Teacher Tiantian.

"Let's paint, kids."

Teacher Yaya led them to the lawn, where more than a dozen small easels had already been set up.

"Kids draw whatever they see."

Teacher Yaya smiled and warned.

"Teacher Na Yaya, I want to draw the sun."

"I want to draw little flowers..."

"You are not allowed to draw me."

Children's energy is always endless.

He took the paintbrush, drew for a few minutes, and then began to raise his hand to let the teacher see what he drew.

Wu Queque looked at each child seriously, and suddenly a hand pulled the corner of her clothes.

"Pretty teacher, what do you think of my painting?"

It's a little girl with short hair.

Wu Queque looked over, and saw a big green tree on the drawing paper.

On the top of the tree is a red sun.

A person in a skirt is drawn under the tree?

"very good."

Wu Que Que sells what she learns now, and adopts a policy of boasting and exaggerating towards children.

The short-haired little girl laughed and was about to say something when suddenly, the little girl in a white skirt beside her came over.

"Miao Miao, look at my painting of you, do you look good?"

The short-haired little girl pointed at the person on the drawing paper, and said to the little girl in the white skirt.

There is a show off in the voice that wants to be praised.

The little girl in the white skirt stared blankly at the person on the drawing paper. After a while, tears suddenly filled her eyes.

"Woooooooooooo am I so ugly?"

This is still a beautiful little girl.

The short-haired little girl who was waiting to be praised suddenly panicked. She reached out her hand clumsily to wipe away the other person's tears, and coaxed, "No, you look good!"

"This painting is not about you..."

However, the tears of the little girl in the white skirt did not stop.

Wu Queque coaxed for a while at a loss, but it was of no use.

"She's not finished yet."

Wu Queque suddenly said, he held the little girl in the white skirt, brought her to the drawing board, and repeated: "Don't cry, she hasn't finished drawing yet."

"After the painting, you are super beautiful."

The little girl in the white skirt looked at him with tears in her eyes, as if asking if it was true?

Wu Queque nodded vigorously, picked up the brush and paint to help her change the painting.

After a while, a cute little girl in a white skirt appeared on the drawing paper.

Wu Queque paid close attention to her gaze, and after noticing the joy on her face, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"The painting is finished, how is it?"

The little girl in the white skirt blushed and stopped crying, but nodded vigorously and held the short-haired little girl beside her, smiling at Wu Queque.

"Beautiful teacher, you are amazing."

The short-haired girl marvels.

Teacher Yaya only found time to come here at this time. After taking a look at the drawing paper, she looked at Wu Queque in surprise.

"So you can draw."

Teacher Yaya immediately made a decision and said, "Well, then you take the children to draw and I will take care of the class."

"Teacher Tian Tian took them to draw."

Wu Queque nodded.

The small situation here has already attracted a group of curious children. Now that they heard what Teacher Yaya said, they rushed to Wu Queque.

"Beautiful teacher, you draw a flower petal."

Wu Queque picked up the brush and drew a flower on the paper.

The little girl next to her said solemnly: "It's a big flower, not a little flower."

Wu Queque paused, and drew another flower twice the size of the original one.

The little girl beside him pulled him, with helplessness on her face: "The beautiful teacher is stupid, it's Huahua."

She points to herself.

Wu Queque suddenly remembered that this little girl seemed to be called Huahua.

After two hours passed, more than a dozen children were still surrounding Wu Queque, not letting him leave.

"The beautiful teacher is going home, children, be good."

After counting the number of people, Teacher Yaya told the children.

After a long farewell, Wu Queque took the newly acquired salary of 500 yuan and watched the school bus leave.

Next...

Wu Queque put away the money and looked at the camera.

"How to complete the mandatory task?"

The little brother of the camera paused and reminded: "You have already finished."

finished?

Wu Queque was surprised, and only remembered after a few seconds that the cute little girl Huahua helped him complete the compulsory task easily.

"Then go back now."

The task on his mind was completed unexpectedly, and Wu Queque suddenly felt relieved.

Just two steps away, a staring sight suddenly came from the left.

Wu Queque followed her gaze and met the gaze of a white-haired old man.

The old man smiled at Wu Queque with kind eyes.

"Little friend, how about drawing a picture for me?"

he asked with a smile.

Wu Queque glanced at the time, hesitated for a few seconds and walked over.

"My painting is average."

"It's okay, can ink and wash?"

The old man handed over the drawing paper and pen at hand.

Wu Queque's eyes shone brightly, he was very good at ink painting.

Unlike Wu Queque's ignorance, the live broadcast room has already exploded.

[Damn, am I right? 】

[Surprised, I can still meet my professor while watching a live broadcast]

[Front row science popularization, Deng Zhou, first honorary professor of China Academy of Art]

[Is Queque so good at painting? 】

【Queque, how many surprises do you have that I don't know? 】

……

【Where is it】

【I do not see it】

【I feel like I missed a hundred million】

[Where is my professor?What about a professor at my age? 】

……

This time, the camera brother has already moved the lens away.

Wu Queque draws ink and wash paintings very quickly, outlining a human figure with just a few strokes.

After a while, the painting was finished.

"Hey."

Wu Queque passed the painting over.

There was a trace of surprise and satisfaction in the eyes of the old man, and he asked again: "What's the name of the little friend? Is it a celebrity?"

"My name is Wu Que Que, and I'm the anchor."

The old man nodded, glanced at the camera, and exchanged contact information with him before leaving.

When Wu Queque returned to the villa, the other three were already waiting.

"Today, I earned—"

"500 dollars."

Before Wu Queque finished speaking, Dong Baijing spread five fingers to catch his words.

After speaking, I applauded.

"Finch is awesome!"

Wu Queque was surprised, "How do you know?"

Su Li smiled, turned the phone over, and showed him the screen.

It turned out that several people were watching his live broadcast.

"you--"

"Now that you're back, let's cook, it's almost noon."

"Queque, come and chop the vegetables."

Du suddenly stood up and interrupted the conversation of the three of them.

"Okay."

Wu Queque smiled at Su Li, and followed him into the kitchen.

"Sliced ​​carrots? No problem?"

Wu Queque nodded, protected her hands with spiritual power, and deliberately moved a little away from Du.

On the other side, Huan Le Lu Xinghan's office.

Lu Xinghan was processing files while watching Wu Que Que's live broadcast.

After a while, I put down my pen.

He was about to take off his glasses, but his hands were empty.

Lu Xinghan paused for a moment, and immediately looked into the distance.

The small print on the billboard in the opposite building is clearly visible.

He wears glasses because he is slightly short-sighted, but now he...

It seems that I am not myopic anymore.

Not only is he not nearsighted, but his eyesight is much better than before.

The author has something to say: Mr. Lu is gradually recovering~