The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

What Su Nanzhi couldn't deny was that the one Jiang Beiyu gave her looked much simpler than the one Ms. Xu had chosen, and it belonged to the kind that she wouldn't find it cumbersome to wear every day.

As for the other black box, Su Nanzhi asked curiously, "What's inside?"

Jiang Beiyu smiled: "It was given to your brother. When he dismantles it, don't you know it by watching it?"

In fact, both siblings will receive a lot of gifts for admission to higher education today, but the reality may be that no matter who sends them, they may not recognize the person and name.

After all, they only came to participate because of Song Boyan's face.

As for Jiangbei Yu——

Su Nanzhi asked casually, "You also received the invitation letter?"

"Yeah, as your teacher, how could you not have received the invitation?"

In fact, apart from the competition teacher Jiang Beiyu, every teacher in Su Nanzhi received the invitation, as well as the principal himself.

How big is Song Boyan's face?

very big.

"I saw your homeroom teacher and math teacher downstairs just now," Jiang Beiyu said slowly, "As their favorite student, you don't intend to go downstairs to say hello?"

This reminded Su Nanzhi, she looked at the bed she had been lying on for less than a minute, and had to say, this was obviously something that silenced the sleepy god.

After a while, Su Nanzhi put on her high heels resignedly and chose to go out.

Jiang Beiyu watched helplessly as she forgot to change back the necklace around her neck, bent her eyes slightly, and followed her out.

In fact, not every teacher was present outside. At this moment, it is obvious that the burden on them is not light.

The various simulated exams in the third year of high school have reached a certain bottleneck period. Whether they can break through is up to the students, and the pressure on the teachers is also great. Every student's future is very important.

The college entrance examination is not the most important, but it is very important.

Therefore, most people dare not be the head teacher of the third year of high school. It is said that Lao Lin has been drinking health-preserving tea more happily recently. There are even gossips that he prepared sesame balls in the office. In order to protect every precious hair on his head, he made huge and futile effort.

When Lin Wencheng saw An Yunhuai, he felt emotional in his heart: This kid is really a good seed.

When Lin Wencheng saw Su Nanzhi, his heart felt a little numb: This girl really looks like her father.

But as the class teacher, he expressed his sincere congratulations to the two students and wished them better and better health!

Su Nanzhi readily accepted: "Mr. Lin, I still have to thank you for your teaching."

Lin Wencheng laughed until the corners of his mouth froze: No, thank you for your family's unreasonable genes.

For Lin Wencheng, the benefits of coming this trip outweighed the disadvantages.

Because of his precious students, he is vaguely famous in Beijing's education circle. After all, everyone knows that how good a teacher is is reflected by the students he teaches.

Teacher Lin happily thought that it would be much easier to change jobs in the future, and he should find a more relaxed job when he was older. For example, teaching junior high school physics would be very easy.

The math teacher walked around, and finally stayed in the snack area to teach children addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Those children thought that their uncle was playing games with them, and the one who misunderstood the most was Xiaotao, who knew nothing about the human world.