Qi Jin didn't expect the fast progress of teaching in the afternoon, and during the break, he watched the children make trouble, and sighed to Jun Wan, who was drawing on the blackboard: "This group of children is really outstanding." ”

Jun Wan changed a piece of chalk and continued to scribble on the blackboard: "The talent is very good, and there is Bole's guidance, it is difficult if you are not outstanding, and it is really not easy to promote Brother Zhang." ”

"Hmm...... What are you drawing? Qi Jin turned his back to the blackboard, looked at the chalk ash flying in front of him, and turned his head curiously - Jun Wan was revising the details.

"What is this?" Qi Jin looked at the little curly hair holding a stick on the blackboard, and felt that it looked very familiar.

"It's so obvious, you." signed the word "Jun" next to him as a signature, approached with the photographer to put the picture into the lens, put down the chalk, Jun Wan hugged his arm and nodded with satisfaction: "Teacher Qi, haha." ”

"What do you say, I'm so domineering, that's all? Three-headed body? Qi Jin compared his height.

The classroom door was pushed open at this time, and Han Yanzhi jumped in and looked around: "Yo, this place is good." Ran to Mo Ci's side, put his elbow on the shoulder of the person who was sitting, and his fingers danced on the keys: "This piano is also good, hey, the time is wrong, is there anything else fun?" ”

Shi Tso pointed to the cabinet in the corner, and asked with interest, "Have you done the dance?" ”

Han Yan was not weak at all: "Of course not, can't we rest and rest, the boss said to come here to have a look, just come." ”

Jiang Xia followed behind, and saw the painting on the blackboard at a glance, and knew who drew it without thinking about it.

"Boss, come and see where you miss me, just the feature of curly hair is barely like it, Xiaowan doesn't regard me as a brother more and more now." Qi Jin complained: "I obviously took the domineering route. ”

Han Yanzhi is curiously pulling in the cabinet like his teammates before, and Qi Jin has become his daily routine, and the noon account has not been settled: "Hey, yes, our Xiao Jin, that's the anger of the king." Xiao Wan painted him so cute, obviously wrong. ”

Jun Wan looked at Jiang Xia with anticipation, wanting to hear his evaluation, like a puppy, Jiang Xia thought, and replied with a smile in his eyes: "It's cute." "As for whether it's cute or cute, I don't need to say.

"Okay, okay, one by one, I'm in class, come on, cuties, sing and sing, remember your voice." Saying that, Qi Jin lowered his voice again: "There are two people here who have come to see your results, you have to behave well." ”

Jun Wan sat back in his place, and his hands were stacked on the table with the children, and his back was straight.

Jiang Xia walked to Jun Wan's back table and sat down, looking at Jun Wan's high head, looking like a good student.

The boss of Narrator, just holding one hand, looked at the back of his child's head - is she also so obedient and well-behaved at school, sitting in a position that just happens to be able to completely hear Jun Wan's voice, and the voice that is obviously emotional, and it burrows into Jiang Xia's heart.

Han Yanzhi's five fingers opened, and he shook in front of Jiang Xia who was not afraid of death, and then was knocked off with a "snap", Jiang Xia lowered his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What are you doing?" "The thick eyelashes are like black crow feathers.

Han Yanzhi touched the beaten hand, and the big nerves felt weak in Jiang Xia's three words, and laughed twice, Han Yanzhi didn't debunk it: "It's okay, Xiao Jin asked you if you sang well." ”

Jiang Xia heard the teasing inside, and rubbed his nose in disguise: "It's not bad." ”

Jun Wan turned around and lay on the table, smiling: "Brother, do I sing well." Jiang Xia first glanced at Han Yanzhi, who silently ran to the blackboard, intending to recreate Jun Wan's painting.

Jiang Xia stretched out his finger and tapped Jun Wan's forehead a little harder, and a slight red mark immediately appeared on his fair and smooth forehead, so cute-Jiang Xia thought so, and his ears slowly turned red.

Jun Wan blinked, touched his forehead, and his eyes were even more crooked, like a little fox—Jiang Xia continued. I suddenly wondered if the children at school would also allow others to poke her forehead. Thinking of this, Jiang Xia sighed slightly.

Jun Wan sat up straight all of a sudden, and swallowed nervously: "Am I not singing well?" Brother Jiangxia, why are you sighing? ”