His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 944

The next day, Qian Miao returned to the training team and returned to her studies.

The teacher moved a bunch of homework to the two of them and asked them to solve it as soon as possible.

Before I started writing, someone called her.

"Tang Qianmiao, Professor Si asked you to go to his office."

Qian Miao raised her eyes, bit the lollipop in her mouth, threw the stick into the trash can, got up and walked out.

Si Han's office was very quiet, and after he knocked on the door and entered, he was the only one inside.

After Tang Qianmiao entered, he took off his eyes and put them aside, clasped his hands on his lapped legs, leaned against the back of the chair, and said calmly, "Sit down."

"Teacher, please speak." She didn't sit down.

Si Han: "Hey, sit down, let's talk."

Qian Miao pulled out the chair and sat down casually, watching him quietly.

Si Han opened the drawer and handed her a piece of white paper and a pen.

"Sign it."

Qian Miao frowned: "Signature?"

Si Han: "The children at home have your fans, so sign it."

Qian Miao was silent for a second, then picked up the pen and wrote the word Bai Mi on it.

Speaking of fans, this is the vest.

However, Si Han said: "It's wrong, it's not this."

He took out another blank piece of paper and handed it to her: "Your own original name, sign it in a smarter way, and the font should be the same type as the one on your poker card that day."

Qian Miao frowned: "Which one will you sign?"

"Your original name is Tang Qianmiao."

She put down her pen: "What does the professor want my original name to sign?"

She looked at him leisurely.

Si Han, as a professor who is in the fourth year, is the first time to accept the scrutiny of a child who is so many years younger than himself, and it feels very novel.

Before doing it, he was already angry.

Now, it's different.

Si Han struggled for a moment, stared at her, and said, "I already know your identity in Fire."

"Oh, I know." Qian Miao said lightly.

Si Han was surprised: "You know? Teacher Shu told you?"

Qian Miao: "No one told me."

"Then how do you know?"

Qian Miao's lips moved, and she only asked, "Professor, it's nothing else, I'm going out first, and I have to go to class."

"The child wants your signature, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

Qian Miao raised her eyes: "How does the professor's child know me?"

Si Han's complexion changed slightly, it's too bad, he forgot this logic.

He said: "Don't worry about such details, sign it, and you can go to class after signing it."

Qian Miao raised her eyebrows, picked up the pen and paper without saying a word, and quickly wrote a few words on it.

The chic and handsome font reveals a bold and unrestrained free and easy style.

With starry eyes, Si Han waved his hands and said, "Go to class."

After Tang Qianmiao went out, he waited for a while, and after making sure no one came in, he hurriedly stood up and bent down to take the piece of paper to admire.

In the next second, his smile froze.

Beautiful font is beautiful, but the name is not Tang Qianmiao's, but...his!

A sullen air rushed up, and he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Three seconds later, he suddenly bent down and picked up the ball of paper, unfolded it, flattened it, and blown the dust.

It took a long time, but it still didn't return to the original state, so I got up and went to other teachers to ask if there was an iron. -

At lunch time, Qian Miao and Wei Wu sat at the window seat of the restaurant on the second floor to eat.

It just so happened that the variety show was on the TV in the dining hall.

Today happened to be Saturday, so the students could watch the program. Normally, the TV would be full of news, and it would only be played for 30 minutes before being turned off.