Chapter 7: The Cooking Aunt in the Cafeteria
"Any questions?"
"Hehe, Mr. Song is really ashamed." Another female teacher was not to be outdone, looking at Song Nuan's outstanding appearance and expensive clothes, she was even more jealous, "An illegitimate daughter is an illegitimate daughter, your sister Song Jiami is thriving in the entertainment industry by herself, and you have to rely on the relationship of the Song family to enter our school." β
Song Nuan raised her eyes to look at the teacher, feeling very familiar, and recalled carefully, it turned out to be from the class next door to her high school, as if her name was Yang Qianqian.
When she was a student, this girl spread her rumors everywhere, making her a laughing stock after dinner.
At that time, she was so focused on studying that she had no intention of paying attention to it, but she didn't expect to be a colleague in a few years.
The corners of his lips slowly hooked, the smile was unknown, revealing arrogance: "Yes, my relationship is very hard, then please pay attention to what you say, be careful that I let you get out at any time." β
Hearing this, another female teacher's face turned pale with fright, pulled Yang Qianqian's cuffs, and muttered in a low voice, "Let's not mess with her." β
Grow the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige!
Yang Qianqian scolded secretly in her heart, her face was full of unconvinced, and she deliberately amplified her voice and said, "What are you afraid of her doing?" My family is in the ore business, and her family group still depends on us. β
"It occurred to me that I had one more class and I had to go to the classroom."
The female teacher pursed her lips and left quickly.
She thought that this Song Nuan was a soft egg, but she didn't expect it to be a hard stone. She's just a girl from an ordinary family, so don't get into this troubled water.
Seeing that the helper she was encircling fled away like a mouse, Yang Qianqian felt that she had lost face, and left with a word.
"I'm going to make you unable to stay in this school one day, so I'll leave obediently."
Song Nuan exhaled helplessly, she had just come to school for half an hour, and she inexplicably provoked two colleagues, was she born with a disgusting attribute......
It seems like this......
As soon as I returned to the sunflower class, the teacher on the podium had already left.
In the classroom, children are playing together.
Song Nuan strode to the podium and knocked on the blackboard, which made a slight noise.
The sound was like a command, and in an instant, the children quietly ran back to their seats and sat down obediently.
"Who are you?" A little boy sat up from his stool and boldly asked his own questions.
Song Nuan pushed the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled, and changed his gentle appearance.
"You guess, there's a reward for guessing right."
As soon as they heard the word "reward", the children raised their hands to say their guesses.
"You're the new teacher!"
"That's not right! looks so beautiful, it must be the parent of a classmate. β
"What's the reward? Is it a shape-shifting toy man? β
"It must be the cooking aunt in the cafeteria!"
"I think so."
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For a while, the children chattered and discussed.
Song Nuan tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled dryly, admiring their whimsy.
With a glance, Song Nuan noticed a little girl in the corner of the last row of the classroom.
She didn't actively participate in the exchange, but held her cheeks in her hands and looked out the window at the sunflower garden.
It was as if everything in the classroom had nothing to do with her, how lonely and peaceful this scene was.
Song Nuan picked up the chalk and wrote two words neatly on the blackboard - Song Nuan.
She banged on the blackboard again, and the children stopped communicating.
"Tell me, how do you pronounce these two words?"
βSongNuanοΌβ Everyone replied in unison.
Because it is an aristocratic kindergarten, the children here have been educated since their mother's womb, so these two words are not difficult.
"Great! This is my name, and I will manage the lovely children in the sunflower class in the future, and you can call me Teacher Song. β
"Then can I call you Teacher Xiao Nuan?"
"Yes!"
Song Nuan nodded and took out the pre-prepared eraser from his satchel.
The erasers are mini and delicate, with a variety of patterns, including small animals and fruits.
When the children saw that what they liked couldn't do it, they almost released their nature to go to the podium to grab it.
Song Nuan got off the podium and handed out erasers one by one.
Seeing the innocent smiles of the children, Song Nuan's heart was also warm.
For so long, she can only get pleasure from these innocent feelings, which is why she chose to be a teacher.