Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 180 It makes sense...what a ghost (Second update, please support me)

Wen Nian didn't care what the inspection team members would do after they came and left.

She is very busy with her education work. In addition to her education work, she also has a fashion design job.

She was too busy to pay attention to things that had nothing to do with her.

After seeing off the inspection team, I appeased the excited and eager hearts of the elderly and returned to their work.

Time flies, and soon the day of the graduation exam for primary school to junior high school arrives.

In order to give the children a quiet enough environment, all other students in the school went back for the day off.

The invigilator sent from above was brought into the school early in the morning.

My own teacher was also sent to other schools to invigilate exams.

At this moment, only Wen Nian and a few seniors are left in Nianxiang School to arrange exams for students and entertain the invigilators.

Fortunately, their school only has two classes, divided into four classrooms for the exam, and a total of six external invigilators came.

Four people invigilated the exam at fixed locations, while two people kept moving back and forth between the four exam rooms.

After all the students entered the examination room, the school soon became quiet.

Wen Nian and his Qibao Miaoshu were waiting in the office for the exam to end.

"Teacher Wen Nian, shouldn't you go and do your own business?"

At this time, an old man saw Wen Nian sitting with him and others, drinking tea and reading a book, and couldn't help but remind him, "Is it appropriate for you, a young man, to sit here with us?"

Wen Nian raised his eyes from the book and looked at the old man who spoke in astonishment: "Mr. Ding, what do you mean?"

"Today for the children's entrance exams, I specially arranged things, leaving time to care for them. There is nothing to be busy with."

"Why is there nothing to be busy with?"

Mr. Ding said seriously, "You don't need to worry about the children's exams. We're here to guard them."

"You, go ahead and do whatever you have to do, don't waste your precious time here."

Wen Nian laughed when he heard this.

She put down the book and said with a smile: "Thank you all, seniors. It just so happens that my children are fine today, so I will go back and stay with them."

"Mr. Ding still understands me and knows that I haven't spent much time with my children these days."

"Hey, don't get it wrong."

Seeing her getting up to leave, Mr. Ding grabbed her and said, "I told you to write a book, not to spend time with your children."

"Ding Lao, you are wrong."

Wen Nian already knew what the old man meant, but she just wanted to tease them and see how they would react.

Now that she had her wish, she couldn't be happier to see her seniors getting anxious.

But she suppressed her laughter and said seriously: "I have a family, a house, and children, so I can't spend all my free time writing books, right?"

"Although I can earn a lot of royalties from writing, what will I do with the money I earn if I don't take my children out to buy things?"

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Trees: "..." That makes sense...what a ghost.

If you don't write more, where can we see such wonderful legends?

There is no place to see those classic stories, and our minds cannot expand.

If you cannot expand your thinking, you will not be able to write a satisfactory new book.

How does this work?

"Don't worry, Teacher Wen Nian, we will take care of your children for you. You don't have to spend time with them."

Seeing that she wanted to go out, Mr. Fang also reached over and pulled her skirt, "It's rare that you have plenty of time today, so you should use it to write a book."

"Yes, I saw your three children and a group of half-year-old children going out to play in the morning. You can't find them now."

Mr. Yun also said, "Instead of spending time looking for the children, it is better to use this precious time."

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Several old people said something to each other and summed it up in two words: You don't want to play.

(End of chapter)