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Qin Huan sent Baitao to the underground parking lot, kissed her again in the car, touched the corner of her lips after the kiss, and gave her a small box.

"I wanted to give it to you after a while. It's good to give it now." Qin Huan said, coughing twice: "I don't mean to keep a little lover. It's not expensive, it's just a small gift. I said before that I want to coax you , I didn’t coax it. You take it, don’t come here for a while, I don’t want you to do housework for me, you just raise yourself at home..."

Gu Baitao: "...?"

Qin Huan's eyes darkened, and he pressed the corner of her lips again: "I'm done with my work, so I'll go to inspect the goods."

Gu Baitao: "..."

Gu Baitao showed her viciously: "You still have the nerve to call me coquettish?"

Qin Huan: "If you get close to Zhu, you will be red."

Baitao drove home, and only opened the small box when she got home. It was a silver clavicle chain with a small pink transparent peach hanging on it.I don't have a certificate of authenticity, so I don't know what material it is.Since Qin Huan said that it is not expensive, it is probably because he does not know what kind of pink stone it is.

Bai Tao put on the necklace by herself in front of the mirror, and the little Tao Zi was hanging on her collarbone. The pink transparent crystal refracted the light, and the pink was tender and radiant.

Bai Tao touched the necklace, unable to put it down.And this peach...it was obviously chosen for me, not a style that can be found by searching "Necklace Girl" on a certain treasure.Baitao did search a certain treasure for a while, but no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find the same style. I don't know where Qin Huan found it.

Baitao was happy, thinking for the third time, does Qin Huan like me?

I like it, maybe I like it a little bit, and it should be considered different to me. Of course, because I became a P friend first, the desire in that aspect is not concealed.

Should find a way to go further.she thinks.

The first important activity of the new semester is tomb-sweeping on Qingming Festival.The day before the Ching Ming holiday, the head teachers of each class took Xiao Douding from his class to the martyrs cemetery in this city to receive patriotic education.

Gu Baitao was wearing a white shirt and black western skirt, and he was wearing silk stockings because he was afraid of the cold spring. He was seriously criticizing Fan Chong for not wearing a white shirt in the classroom.

"I told you in advance about the white shirt and white shoes, what did you hear?"

Fan Chong, who was wearing loose school uniform, also stood loosely: "I forgot."

Gu Baitao stared: "Stand up for me! Zip up your clothes! Watch me talk!"

Gu Baitao didn't get angry very often, but when he got angry, the little Doudings were very scared. Fan Chong quickly stood up, looked at her, but didn't dare to look again, his eyes drifted to the back of the classroom.

"Call your parents to bring you clothes." Gu Baitao handed him his mobile phone.

Fan Chong's neck twitched: "Don't fight, there is no one at home."

Gu Baitao nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, I'll hit you."

Fan Chong: "Hey, teacher——"

The call has been dialed, and it's Fan Chong's mother.It rang for a long time before someone answered.Against a very chaotic background, a woman's tired voice came: "Hello, Teacher Gu?"

Gu Baitao: "It's me. Fan Chong's mother, Fan Chong didn't wear a white shirt as required by the school today..."

In the middle of Baitao's words, she heard someone calling Fan Chong's mother on the other side of the phone. She seemed to be very busy.

"Excuse me, teacher, what did you just say? My supermarket is doing a promotion, and it's busy."

Baitao was silent, and asked, "Are you free to come to school now?"

Fan Chong's mother was very embarrassed: "The holiday promotion, if you go for one day, the money for three days will not be settled."

Baitao said decisively, "Then you don't have to come here, Fan Chong has nothing to do, I'll take care of it."

Hanging up the phone, Baitao threw the phone on the podium. Fan Chong was relieved to hear that his teacher wouldn't let his mother come over, and then saw that Teacher Gu was still staring at him with a bad expression, his eyes wandering, and he caught a glimpse of Baitao's neck. With the peach clavicle chain hanging down, he hurriedly flattered: "Teacher, your necklace is so beautiful."

Gu Baitao glared at him angrily: "Shut up!"

Fan Chong shrank his head and dared not speak.

There is still half an hour before the official departure. Gu Baitao deliberately let the Doudings arrive early, just to prevent them from having a bad memory and wearing the wrong clothes. : "Just stand on the podium and face the classmates, let them see who is an idiot who can't even remember wearing a white dress!"

Fan Chong snorted: "I'm not an idiot. Martyrs have nothing to worship, but they are all big talkers who don't care about their families."

The students in the class stared at each other. Children nowadays are not as easy to fool as they used to be. Children in the third grade know everything and can be keyboard warriors on the Internet. They can clearly feel that the atmosphere between the teacher and Fan Chong is suddenly tense. , one by one shrank their heads and did not speak. Most of them secretly felt that Fan Chong shouldn't say such things at this time, and they didn't respect the martyrs and teachers. Some students felt that Fan Chong was arrogant and dared to contradict the teacher in public. , and felt that what he said seemed to make sense.

Anyway, in peaceful times, martyrs have nothing to do with them.

Gu Baitao's tone dropped, and he said coldly: "Say it again?"

Fan Chong raised his neck and opened his mouth to speak again, when Baitao kicked Fan Chong's ass with his feet in silk stockings and high heels. He stumbled off the podium all of a sudden, his posture was very ugly, it hurt but it didn't hurt, it didn't hurt much, and it was extremely insulting.

The students wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and they were very uncomfortable.

"Have you eaten all your patriotic education? Without those martyrs, how could you live a life of sitting in the classroom, studying at home, having food at home, and not having to go out to fight?! What they sacrificed for is you This insignificant sentence?"

Fan Chong lowered his head and said nothing.

"Fan Chong, no one is obliged to sacrifice for others. Even if the living are not grateful to those who sacrificed, they should at least respect them."

Fan Chong: "But he said he would die. Has he considered how hard my mother's life is?"

Gu Baitao didn't want to continue arguing with a child about this matter. She left the classroom and asked Fan Chong to stand at the door of the office and face the corridor to reflect. She came out of the office after a while and threw one of her white shirts to him.

"Your mother's life is hard, it is for you to have a better life in the future, your father sacrificed his life as a soldier, he is a hero, he went to save a little girl, because he felt that the little girl Just like you, you are a very cherished child in other families. Your parents dote on you, why don’t you respect them, and people who sacrificed for others like your father? If even you feel Your father's death is meaningless, so how uncomfortable should your father be?"

"Here are my clothes. You wear them first. The third graders are all big guys, so they shouldn't be too big. You can't leave after the grave sweeping today. Stay here to receive criticism and education."

Fan Chong took Teacher Gu's shirt, lowered his head and didn't know what to say.

At five o'clock in the evening on the day before the Ching Ming Festival holiday, after the tomb-sweeping activities, the students are out of school. Only the third-year group teacher's office in Hongxing Primary School is lit. In the office, Gu Baitao is sitting in his seat correcting homework. Beside him, a big white shirt was awkwardly put on him. He was almost exhausted from standing, and his left and right feet began to switch and fight.

Gu Baitao didn't raise his head: "Stand still, don't move!"

Fan Chong had no choice but to stand still and stare at the watch on the wall.His mother didn't get off work until seven o'clock. If Mr. Gu insisted on being so exhausted, he would have to stand for another two hours.

Everyone is going to be exhausted.

Fan Chong: "Teacher, I know I was wrong—"

The phone turned on, Baitao glanced at it, stopped writing, unlocked and clicked into WeChat, Qin Huan was talking to her.

"are you at home?"

Listening to this seems to mean that she is free?

Gu Baitao raised his lips slightly, and replied: "Working overtime, the students are disobedient and punished to stand."

Qin Huan: "I'll go to your school."

Gu Baitao was happy, she pursed her lips and put down the phone, and when she looked up, she saw Fan Chong's small eyes staring at her.Immediately lowered his face: "What are you looking at, stand still!"

Fan Chong: "...Teacher, I'm thirsty."

Gu Baitao went to the water dispenser and got him a glass of water from a paper cup. Fan Chong finished drinking with his head raised, and returned the paper cup to her: "Not enough."

Gu Baitao glared at him and drank several more glasses for him.

When Qin Huan came, the guard still knew her and let her go decisively, thinking in his heart that designer Qin really forgot to sleep and eat for the school site design, and came so late.

When I came to the door of the third-grade office, I took a look through the glass at the door. Gu Baitao was wearing a white shirt, with a button unbuttoned at the collar of the shirt, revealing half of my milk-white neck and a beautiful collarbone. What a sparkle.She was lowering her head to correct homework, her hair was tied up behind her neck, and a few strands of hair hung down the side of her face. She looked very intellectual and elegant, and she really looked like an excellent people's teacher.

Qin Huan raised the corners of his lips, and then looked to the side. There was a little boy who was standing crookedly. He was wearing baggy school uniform pants and a baggy white shirt. That shirt was exactly the same as the one Gu Baitao was wearing. .

Qin Huan didn't think much, knocked on the door, seeing Baitao raised his head to look at her with joy in his eyes, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Fan Chong turned his head abruptly, and saw a very handsome woman walking in. She glanced at him with a pair of cold eyes, and he shivered all over. Suddenly, he felt a little scared. The woman turned to look at him, Teacher Gu, The atmosphere suddenly became warmer, warmer and even gentle, which was completely different from the way he looked at him.

Seeing her coming, Gu Baitao couldn't restrain a smile on his lips, leaned back in the chair and looked up at her, and couldn't help dragging out a long voice: "Why are you here, you're done with your work?"

Qin Huan hummed, and when he got closer, he realized that she was actually wearing a white shirt and a suit skirt today. Her figure was slim, and her pair of long white legs were actually wearing black silk, which was hidden between the chairs and tables, and she couldn't see clearly. Provoking daydreams for no reason.

Qin Huan's face suddenly became serious, unlike the spring breeze when he first came in, he coughed lightly and glanced at Fan Chong.

Fan Chong: ...Huh?Why don't you seem happier than before?

Gu Baitao: "This is the monkey in our class, Fan Chong. I made a mistake today and was punished by me. Fan Chong, this is Designer Qin."

Fan Chong didn't know Qin Huan, but since Mr. Gu said she was a designer, he should greet her obediently.

Fan Chong: "Aunt Qin... Hello, Sister Qin."

After saying a word, the faces of the two women present turned black.

The author says:

Qin Huan & Baitao: What a brat, is your sister also called? ?