"You two ......" The head teacher looked at the two of them, his heart was cold, he just told the teacher that there was no early love, that is, how much Bai Nuan loves to learn.

But now......

Class Teacher: "??? He didn't know what to put on right now.

"Teacher, I can explain that to you." An Yang blinked and smiled at the head teacher, just not taking a step forward.

The head teacher looked at the arms of the two people next to each other, and felt the urge to step forward and separate the two people.

That's the first in his grade! How can you be touched! Or this teenager who was arrested for reading bad magazines recently!

"Why is Bai Nuan here?" The head teacher still couldn't hold back the grief in his heart and asked.

"Oh, I've never seen anything like this, so let Nuan Nuan stay with me...... I only know her alone, teacher, is that okay? An Yang asked in a soft voice, and was a little embarrassed to lower his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked shy.

Seeing him like this, the head teacher only had two words in his heart: it's over.

He was very heartbroken, but as a teacher, he couldn't show it, so he could only nod to An Yang: "Okay, you can explain." "The hand holding the cup is shaking.

Another teacher in the office had quietly left.

"Teacher, can you take a look at that magazine? I have some information I would like to confirm. Anyang asked.

The head teacher was so sad that he took the magazine out of the drawer and threw it on the table, not hiding it at all.

I forgot that I was still a teacher.

Sorry, so sad.

It's like you finally planted the most beautiful flower and wanted it to be high, but it was picked down by a passer-by, but you were helpless.

Gas, too angry.

Anyang took a step forward the moment the teacher threw out the magazine, blocking his warm view with his body.

Bai Nuan, who has been a background board since he entered the door: "......" peeked at it and didn't let it?

An Yang took out a pen from the barrel of the pen on the head teacher's desk, took his scratch paper, bent down, bent down with one leg slightly bent, blocking things tightly, and when he lowered his eyes to record some information, his eyes were full of gloomy storm.

When he finished writing, he immediately gave it to the head teacher and stood up straight.

"Teacher, can I borrow a computer now? I'd like to check it out for you. An Yang looked at the head teacher, his eyes were clear, and there was no gloom that made people feel frightened just now.

The head teacher unconsciously gave up his position, and An Yang's hand holding the pen clicked on the book, and his tone was a little deep: "Teacher, it's better to keep this kind of book away, otherwise it will be seen by good classmates and it will bring others bad." ”

The head teacher glanced at Bai Nuan, she was peeking at her, and when she was caught, her little face immediately became serious, staring at the potted plants in the room without squinting.

She didn't look, she didn't look, she was looking at the trees, she wasn't reading the books.

After the head teacher put away his things, An Yang also sat in front of the computer, turned on the computer, and checked all the information he wanted on the Internet.

I wrote something down on that piece of paper.

Finally, the search ended in the puzzled eyes of the head teacher.

It could have been more detailed, but ......

He found that the head teacher always looked at his house.

So...... End early.