Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"this……"

After Xiang Xing said this, Mrs. Taylor's face finally showed a hint of sway.

At that time, the little guy saw Clarence, who had been silent beside him, suddenly stepped forward, smiled and whispered a few words to Mrs. Taylor.

The old lady's round face suddenly showed a touch of joy, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh~ Mr. Cooper, is this true?!"

"We've been working together for so long, can't you still trust me?"

Clarence smiled gracefully, like a snow lotus blooming on a glacier, noble and elegant.

Not to mention Xiang Xing, even Mrs. Taylor, a long-retired veteran on the battlefield, was instantly convinced by his smile and couldn't help but nodded.

"Okay, okay, just do as Mr. Cooper said!"

After she said that, she stepped forward again with great enthusiasm, and solemnly held Xiang Xing's hands, her eyebrows were curved, "Miss Robert, I will give my most sincere respect and gratitude to welcome you to my Taylor School!"

"...Aha."

She changed her words unexpectedly, so that the little guy didn't slow down for a while, he could only laugh dryly, blinking his soft eyes.

After thinking about it, he could not help but subconsciously glanced at the smiling man beside him.

What did he tell Mrs. Taylor to make her agree so readily and neatly?

So curious.

...

In this way, Xiang Xing suddenly became a music teacher at Taylor School, sharing Clarence's part-time job.

Since it was agreed that the work would only officially start tomorrow, seeing that it was still early, the little guy simply continued to stay, walked around thoroughly, and visited to get acquainted.

There are not many children in the school, just a class of 20 or 30 people. They study science and painting in the morning, literature, history and music in the afternoon, and an hour of free activities before school.

In addition to Clarence, there is another science teacher who can only come in the morning and spend the rest of the time doing part-time errands and subsidizing the family, Mr. Muir.

Painting is taught by the principal, Mrs. Taylor.

With the addition of her new music teacher, the division of labor in the entire school was immediately extremely equal and consistent.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Not a small contribution, hee hee.

...

After walking around, it was time for free time before school.

Today's free activities are still in charge of Clarence, who was teaching the children simple basic etiquette in the yard.

The little devils also seem to like this activity. They follow the noble and elegant man very seriously, and follow the various essentials given by him, and they learn in a proper manner.

Xiang Xing, who had nothing to do, squatted under the big tree by the yard, enjoying her unfinished bread and sausages while enjoying it quietly.

Feelings and doubts amalgamated.

This Clarence looked gentle and elegant, and always had a very friendly and decent smile on his face.

Like a very good and noble gentleman.

In short, she didn't see anything in him about the arrogance and arrogance described in the plot.

Thinking about it, the little guy frowned again.

After a pause, she couldn't help but speak, and woke up the sleeping duck who was squatting in her mind.

Asked: [Duck duck, you said... Could we have identified the wrong person? ]

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Duck Ya rubbed mung bean's eyes with duck wings, and glared at her speechlessly and resentfully.