It's over! I'm surrounded by my yandere ex-girlfriend in a dating show

The next day was Sunday, and the program team did not arrange any group activities, but let the guests arrange them on their own.

According to the director, you can have a date or work, and this day is like a holiday for you.

After finally having a break, Fang Zhou rushed back to the dormitory, found a table, put his computer on it and prepared for the live broadcast.

However, when he turned on the computer, he found that the signal here was not enough to broadcast the game live.

Even using a mobile phone hotspot did not work, and the lag was the most fatal.

So Fang Zhou gave up and simply went outside the school to take a walk to see if there was anything interesting.

You don’t know until you see it, and you will know that it is time to plant rice.

In the nearby farmland, there are a few people working sparsely.

This is a terraced field, where mechanized production is not possible, and only the ancient manual transplanting can be relied on.

Fang Zhou saw a small figure, and felt that it looked familiar. He walked closer and saw that it was not Anian, the little kid in his class.

Anian is a sensible little girl with a round face, lively and cheerful.

Although her family conditions are not good, compared with the two little girls who visited her home two days ago, her outgoingness is particularly cute.

"Anian!"

Fang Zhou called her loudly, and the little girl really turned around to look at him.

"Teacher Fang!"

Anian was in the middle of the farmland, waving the green seedlings in her hand, full of vitality.

The old man in the farmland next to Anian also turned around to look at Fang Zhou.

His face was tanned and his body was hunched. He looked about 60 or 70 years old, but fortunately he was in good spirits.

As soon as he saw Anian's grandfather, Fang Zhou thought of his own grandfather.

They are all genuine farmers who have been busy in the fields all their lives.

They are the true portrayal of ‘feet steaming in the hot earth, backs burning in the scorching sun’.

“Nannan, is that your teacher?”

“Yes! Grandpa, that’s our new teacher, he’s so nice to us!”

Anian introduced Fang Zhou with a smile.

“Hello, teacher! Come to our house for lunch later!”

Although Grandpa spoke in dialect, Fang Zhou could understand.

He shook his head and thanked him, “No, no, I have a place to eat.”

Then he looked at the nearby area and raised his hand and asked, “Anian! Are all the farmlands around here yours?”

“Yes, Teacher Fang, they are all mine. Grandpa and I are planting rice together.”

Fang Zhou’s eyes widened. Such a large area, and it’s a terraced field, how long will it take for the two of them to finish it.

“I’ll help you.”

Fang Zhou said as he rolled up his trouser legs and prepared to take off his shoes to help.

Ah Nian, who was planting rice seriously, was stunned and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no! Teacher Fang! You can just stay on top, my grandfather and I can finish these tasks quickly!"

Seeing the most popular teacher in the school preparing to come down to help plant rice, the little girl blushed with anxiety.

How could this be possible? Teacher Fang is a city boy, how could he do this? It would dirty his hands and feet.

Fang Zhou was not someone she could persuade. He took off his shoes, put down his phone, and stepped into the field.

Stepping on the soft soil, the water flooded over his ankles and then to his calves, and Fang Zhou felt quite comfortable in his heart.

"Don't worry, I can plant rice."

He picked up a bunch of seedlings, walked to the front, bent down and started planting rice.

Ah Nian originally thought that if Teacher Fang didn't know how to do it, he would let him play for a while, and then he would plant it again later.

As a result, he was stunned by Fang Zhou's skillful posture.

When he was transplanting rice seedlings, he was fast and steady, and the spacing between the seedlings was just right.

It took only a moment of daze, and two rows of seedlings were neatly placed in the field, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

"Teacher Fang, you really can do it?"

The little girl looked at Fang Zhou with admiration, and couldn't help but sigh, her eyes sparkling, as if there was light.

Fang Zhou didn't even raise his head, and answered while working: "Of course, when I was a child, I also had to help my grandparents with work."

"But Anian is more sensible. I would sneak out to dig out bird nests at this time."

Seeing that Fang Zhou was already working seriously, Anian also started his own work, but it didn't stop her from chatting with Fang Zhou.

"Hahahahaha! Teacher Fang, do you still want to dig out bird nests now? I know where to find them!"

Fang Zhou laughed

He replied, "Yes, provided that we finish the work first."

Anian's grandfather looked at the young teacher with his eyes full of emotion.

There were also teachers who wanted to help with the work when they came to this school to teach, but there were really few who could do the work quickly and well like Fang Zhou.

The three of them were planting rice while chatting, but the work in their hands was not delayed at all. On the contrary, the efficiency was higher because of the addition of fresh blood.

The sun gradually rose, and the water temperature slowly rose.

A group of people were walking from the east, looking at the nearby mountains and discussing something.

"Mr. Han, according to your requirements, we have already applied for the production and operation license, and the market research report will come out in the next few days."

The director of the company's marketing department was reporting the work progress to Han Xi.

He took the time to look at his brand new leather shoes, and suddenly felt a little heartbroken.

I just bought this last week. The soles of my feet are already covered with mud, and they don't look so good.

Woohoo, why did President Han ask him to come to such a place to investigate?

It's a place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't poop. What can be made here?

"Well, you decide. I just want to see the results."

Han Xi nodded coldly and continued to walk forward, but he didn't respond.

So Han Xi followed his gaze, glanced at his leather shoes, and said in a deep voice: "Is it expensive?"

Minister Chen was frightened by this cold voice and quickly cheered up and shook his head.

"No, no, I just think the mud here is quite fresh, hahahahaha."

Han Xi snorted, looked away, and continued: "Don't look down on this place, pure natural things are..."

She stopped talking halfway.

Minister Chen felt a little strange. Why didn't President Han say anything?

He looked over along her line of sight. Wasn't there someone planting rice?

"Ark."

Han Xi shouted at the man in the middle of the farmland.

Minister Chen paused, thinking: Did Mr. Han meet someone he knows? How could that be possible? Isn't Fang Zhou a host?

The man straightened up, looked back at the group of people, and answered after seeing them clearly.

"It's me!"

It didn't matter if he didn't look back, but when he did, Minister Chen was scared.

Isn't this Mr. Han's ex-boyfriend, Fang Zhou!