The three girls had a good time on Saturday night, and the next morning they all woke up naturally. After they finished breakfast, Lin Qing packed the other two with the recently made snowflake cakes, and then sent them out with Lin Diandian.

In the remaining two days of the holiday, in addition to taking flower arrangement classes and baking classes, she was busy decorating the dessert shop for the rest of the time. She was very busy, and all the decoration styles and materials were finalized one by one by herself in the material store, furniture store, and even the paint store.

The decoration worker saw such a young girl, busy like a spinning top all day, and even the paint for painting the wall was adjusted by herself, and the final effect was surprisingly good, and she really admired it.

Lin Qing did it himself, he was really tired, but seeing the effect little by little, it was like coloring a painting without color, and the thoughts in his head were truly displayed in front of him, and the satisfaction could not be described.

On Tuesday, she finished her last class, and it was already half past four in the afternoon. She has a lot of classes today, because it is a freshman in high school, so the school arranged for her to take three classes.

Today, in addition to class, she also talked about holiday exercises, and the feeling she felt in the last class was that her throat was a little sore and her legs were weak.

After class, Lin Qing propped his elbows on the podium, too tired to work. Her broken hair fell down and fell on her face, and she couldn't take care of it anymore.

Relying on the last of his willpower, he dragged his body back to the office, collapsed on the office chair all of a sudden, and lay down for a few minutes before relieving.

She tried to move her calves, but she was tired...... Don't want to move.

After struggling for a while, his palms slowly supported the armrests and leaned over to reach the lemonade on the table. Finally succeeded.

Tired...... I really want the little cubs to analyze the force of my movements, she thought to herself.

Those little cubs, sure enough, didn't do their homework well on the weekends, and the quality of their homework during the holidays would be much worse than usual, and this law has hardly been overturned.

She thought as she took a large sip of lemonade viciously, and her throat suddenly became comfortable.

She remembered that when she started class after graduating from college, she couldn't get the hang of it, and when she saw students making noise in class, she couldn't help but talk loudly to draw their attention back to class.

It's okay in the early stage, but the voice is easy to be dumb if there are more times in the back. The consequence is that my throat is easily dry and uncomfortable for a long time.

She felt that it was not a way to go on like this, so she went to consult Aunt Tang. Her Aunt Tang, who is also her stepmother, has been teaching primary school for more than 20 years and has rich experience.

"Xiaoqing, you can't rely on yelling to manage students. Students won't listen to you just because you're loud, once or twice may still be effective, but the more times you do, your prestige will go down. "Hit the nail on the head.

"The volume doesn't need to be very loud in class, not to mention that we usually wear little bees. Aunt Tang soothed her and beaked at Nunu, the little bee on her table.

A bee is a small microphone that is called a bee because of its small size but loud sound.

It's amazing to say, even if teachers in different schools and grades call the microphone a little bee, the industry code is average.

"What's more, teachers who need to talk a lot in class generally don't bring special gains to students. The protagonists of the class are the students, and the teacher can only be the announcer actor, the staff who moves the equipment, and the director who writes the script. ”

"In short, all a teacher can do is guide. ”

Lin Qing was thoughtful at the time and thought it was interesting, so he wrote it down in his diary.

Later, she often watched it and pondered it seriously. The combination of theory and practice has also gained a lot. By the way, Marxism is really a treasure that guides life.

Almost a semester later, Lin Qing slowly figured out the truth, the last time Aunt Tang stood outside the door and secretly listened to her class, nodding again and again.

To be able to do this in the first year is very good, even amazing.

To be honest, Lin Qing has never been very smart. But she is very smart, she doesn't give up easily, and she knows exactly what she wants. Not a quick learner, but a good learner.

Later, in order to protect his voice, Lin Qing also found a teacher who taught children to recite and learned how to pronounce and how to pronounce words clearly.

Stick to it, and it has a great effect. Even after four or five classes a day, her voice is not hoarse from talking too much, it is still clear.

The more surprising gift is that her voice is getting better and better, her words are clear, gentle but penetrating, and it can also be said to be aggressive, but not offensive.

Her thoughts drifted around as she took the last sip of lemonade in satisfaction.

After resting for 15 minutes, she felt that the cells in her whole body were slowly restarting, and she felt a lot more comfortable, and sat up straight gently.

Tonight is not as good as her evening self-study, and I am going to go to the dessert shop again in the evening. The decoration is almost there, the style is simple and fresh, and the Mediterranean style is touched.

Large patches of white, blue.

Looking up, it's a starry sky.

Today, I'm going to go to the lumber shop to pick up the custom-made wooden planks, get them back, paint them, and put them on the wall next to the bar. Last night, Lin Qing had already worked out the renderings with his classmates who studied architecture.

It's really condescending, people learn urban and rural design, and draw a lot of pictures, so Lin Qing sent two boxes of snowflake crisp and beef jerky she made, and rented a classmate for two nights. Finally got the renderings out.

Her custom-made planks are so large that they almost cover the walls.

On the board, the end of the customer's side is violet, and beyond that, there is a large starry sky.

What color is the starry sky? Her first reaction was blue. Probably because Van Gogh's "Starry Night" is too popular.

Later, she used an online software to find the starry sky map of Marie Curie's birth, and her classmates briefly modified it, and finally made a decision, with light blue as the background, the theme of Marie Curie's birth day.

She prepares this board to put on post-it paper for customers to write down your wishes or what you want to say.

When Lin Qing was studying, he especially liked to drink milk tea, and sometimes sat in the milk tea shop after school and chatted with his classmates. When I was alone, I looked at the many post-it notes in a daze, looking at them one by one.

She also wrote, but it didn't take long to find it, and it was soon flooded with new ones.

At that time, she thought, it would be good if I opened a milk tea dessert shop in the future.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, she was really doing it.

Life is like this, wonderful, full of unknowns. As long as you want to, you insist, even if the seed can't bloom right away, it may be secretly germinating.

One day, it will begin to bloom. The sun is shining.

Lin Qing looked at the plank, which had taken two hours to basically complete, stretched his waist in satisfaction, and yawned heavily.

She looked out the glass door, and it was already dark. Outside, there are only a few couples pressing the road.

She closed the door and prepared to go home to give Lin some food.

If the moon had come to the young girl at this time and looked closely, she would have seen the stars in her eyes.