he's not, he's not

"What's the matter, the boss has changed to playing unspoken rules? If you don't want to be a prostitute, you can simply switch to career suppression?"

The class teacher nodded approvingly, and shook the cigarette ash into the neckline of the excellent parent: "The way is pretty wild."

To tease the class teacher requires a thousand words of courage, and the excellent parent smiled, pushed the boat along, put his arms on the window sill, and the class teacher was wrapped in his arms as if away from him: "Which way do the teachers prefer? "

The homeroom teacher took a puff of cigarette and spit it out: "Are you choking?"

The excellent parent also spit out: "It's not bad."

"You're in the fog."

"The teacher in class praised me."

"I mean the smoke is too much."

"..."

The homeroom teacher took another breath: "How long are you going to spray on my face?"

An excellent parent is middle-aged anyway, and finally seized the opportunity to set up a flirtatious situation, and the people being teased were scattered.

He was amused, straightened up and studied the class teacher carefully, and asked: "Teacher class, are you always so confused?"

"Is there?" The head teacher squinted and smiled, "I just feel that I am always playing the piano to the cow."

"..."

There is no solution to this game.

Excellent parents still have a bit of a spectrum, and after finishing their lip service, they returned to the main topic: ""Another Work" just follow the process, and it is a certainty. Personally, I am actually more interested in your other book."

He deliberately stopped here, and the head teacher's eyebrows jumped, and his tone was subtle: "Do you read my book?"

"Otherwise, why would I recommend "A Work" as an essay to You Xiaoxiu?"

The head teacher smiled, because you are shameless.

"There is a book called "The First Work." The excellent parent's tone was similar to that of Chapter 1. He looked at the class teacher with a half-smile: "I wonder if the class teacher knows?"

The homeroom teacher who was flicking the ashes down his eyes froze for a moment, then raised his eyelids to look at the outstanding parents.

Of course he knew.

It was his first novel, the subject matter was very stupid, the plot was very stupid, it was written in a university, although it was fortunate enough to publish it after it was finished, it did not bring any splashes, not many of his old book fans had read that book Book.

But it started his writing journey of more than ten years.

If it is more artistic, it is not an exaggeration to say "initial heart".

It is not an exaggeration to say "black history".

Just kidding, no one can face their own ten-year-old novel with tears and love.

Even if there are tears, they are smoked out.

The homeroom teacher was whipped to death suddenly, feeling as if someone had opened the QQ space that had been locked for ten years, and the other party was eager to try, showing signs of reading to him aloud.

He looked back at the sky.Look at great parents.Look at the sky again.A weak groan came out in my heart.

At 02:30, the bus stopped downstairs of the hotel to pick up the authors to the scenic spots.

"Squad leader, I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."

You Xiaoxiu bid farewell to the squad leader, and reluctantly went to participate in the "family of three" parent-child trip.

When he got out of the elevator, he was stopped by Sansan, and he turned around with a bitter face, which startled Sansan: "Take you to play, why do you look like you are going to join the army?"

"Where's my parasol?" she asked.

You Xiaoxiu's eyes lit up, a good opportunity!

He was elated: "I'll go back and get it for you!"

Sansan always felt that the child was a little careless, so he waved his hand and said, "It's okay, forget it if you don't take it, get in the car quickly."

The voice hadn't landed yet, and the person was already bouncing and running towards the elevator.

Coincidentally, the elevator doors opened at this moment, You Xiaoxiu didn't brake for a moment, collided with the people coming out of the car, and fell to the ground like a spinning top.

The witness, Sansan, exclaimed, and while stepping on small high heels to help the person, he identified who the unlucky guy was, and took a closer look: "God! Sisi, are you alright?"

Sisi made the sound of dying.

The homeroom teacher and the outstanding parents came down from the stairs and were stunned when they saw this scene: "Did the pig hit the tree?"