Chapter 30

Uncle Tang's name is Tang Yu.

He looks mature, steady and elegant, middle-aged, with a kind-hearted taste.

With his humorous speech, the serious freshmen meeting was much more relaxed.

The following students like the headmaster from the bottom of their hearts.

And Tang Yu also really has two brushes. The teaching ideas mentioned later are very novel, but very practical.

Yu Qiqi subconsciously bit the pen and whispered, "I can't see that the headmaster still has two brushes."

"What else?" Xi Muhan squinted at Yu Qiyi, "do you really think he came in through the back door?"

“……”

At the beginning, when she saw Tang Yu, she did have that idea, but now, she didn't have it. She knew that she had misunderstood Tang Yu, and Yu Qiqi felt guilty.

Head down, like a hamster nibbling at the pen in his hand.

Xi Muhan frowned. When she was about to bow her head, she put the pen aside first. Looking at Shangyu Qiqi's confused sight, Xi Muhan explained in a light voice: "don't eat the pen. It's very dirty."

"Oh

Yu Qiqi thinks that Xi Muhan dislikes her for gnawing his pen. He takes out a paper towel from his pocket and mops up the place she has bitten.

Xi Muhan looked at the little girl's movements and pulled her lips helplessly. She continued to lower her head to make records.

The conference soon ended, and Xi Muhan's book was full of black letters.

Yu Qiqi stretched his neck to take a look. He didn't pay attention to the content he recorded. He only saw that he was elegant and handsome, but with a natural and unrestrained font.

His words are as charming as his people.

"My God, your handwriting is beautiful."

Xi Muhan stretched out his hand to Yu Qiqi, "well, let me see what records you have made."

"Well?" Yu Qiqi looked at Xi Muhan in a daze. Xi Muhan looked at her deeply. "Show me your notes."

"No more!" Yu qiqiyi was so stiff that she put away the paper on her desk with a smile and hid it behind her. "It's hard for my handwriting to be elegant, so it won't pollute your eyes."

"I don't dislike you."

I dislike myself, OK!

Yu Qiqi's heart was roaring.

This conference, she patronized to appreciate the male sex, who knows what the principal said.

Even after listening for a while, I didn't write it down.

So there was nothing on the paper Xi Muhan gave her except the horizontal grid printed originally.

Of course, except for the cartoon pig she drew in the lower right corner of the paper.

Yu Qiqi's small expression of no tears fell to Xi Muhan's eyes.

Two people are so close, he naturally noticed that little girl did nothing at the meeting

"Give me my pen."

Yu Qiqi was still in chagrin, and her light and elegant voice fell lightly on her head, which made her stunned.

"What?"

Slender fingers pointed to the pen that she held tightly in her hand, "shouldn't my pen be returned to its original owner?"

"Oh! Yes, alas Yu Qiqi instinctively wanted to return the pen to Xi Muhan, but on the way, she suddenly drew back her hand, "well, this pen has been stained with my saliva. I'll buy a new one for you some other day!"

"No Xi Muhan refused Yu Qiqi's proposal. "This pen has been with me for a long time. I'm not used to other pens."