The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The soft and soft waxy voice seemed to bring Sheng Yize into the abyss of memory ...

There was a moment of loss in his expression, but thanks to his amazing self-control, he quickly responded: "Yes ... and very good."

An Xia Xia sighed, it does not seem to be a coincidence. The Song Qingchen in the registration form should be Sheng Yize's Xiao Qingmei.

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In a flash, it was Friday.

Today is the selection of the violin group of the music festival. An Xiaxia asked the class teacher a day off and was ready to rush to participate.

In the office, I met two acquaintances: Li Fanxing and Song Qingchen.

For Song Qingchen's violin, Li Fanxing played piano for her.

The head teacher Bai Ziyue smiled and gave them a fake note: "All three of you should cheer ~"

"Thank you, teacher." The three thanked each other and looked down on each other. Li Fanxing and Song Qingchen took the lead and left.

"Student An, wait a minute." Bai Ziyue called An Xia Xia and picked up a stack of papers from her desk: "This is your history paper ... I'll help you teacher Tang, you can send it Give it to everyone. "

An Xia Xia, the representative of the history class, blinked two big eyes: "Mr. Bai, why did you change the test paper for Mr. Tang?"

"He has recently suffered a hand injury and can't change the paper. He can't just delay the study of all the students in our class ..."

She was so grandiose, but her flushed face had betrayed her emotions.

"Oh, in this case, should I thank Teacher Bai?" A magnetic male voice rang, Tang Yijun came out and stood beside Bai Ziyue.

An Xiaxia found that their class teacher's face turned redder.

"Mr. Tang, what's wrong with your hand?" An Xia Xia asked.

Tang Yijun replied with a smile: "Occupational diseases, just two days off. Come, my little class representative, eat a sugar, and the music festival competitions have to cheer!" He spread his palms in front of An Xiaxia with a big white Rabbit toffee.

An Xiaxia took it, thanked politely, and left the office with toffee and papers.

o (* ￣ ▽ ￣ *) ブ Hey, there seems to be a little pink between these two teachers ...

In the office.

Bai Ziyue gathered her shawl and long hair, pretending to look at the lesson plan PPT on the computer, Tang Yijun chuckled and put his palm in front of her.

Amazingly a big white rabbit.

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Anxia Xia hurried to the playing field and ran to the fitting room to change clothes.

Changing her skirt, Anxiaxia couldn't help taking a nap.

Although there is heating in the room, it's really cold to wear a skirt this season / (ㄒ o ㄒ) / ~~

Rubbing her arms, she took the piano case and went to the backstage.

Halfway through, she received a call from her partner.

"I'm sorry ... Xia Xia, I have a bad stomach and can't go to accompany you ... Emma, ​​no more, I have to run to the toilet again!"

Anxiaxia hung up the phone and sighed.

In fact, it is not important whether there is accompaniment during the election ... but the score will definitely be less than that with accompaniment.

She carried the skirt, pushed open the door of the dressing room, and walked down the stairs to the backstage above.

On the steps stood two bright figures.

The two blocked the road like the door god, and Anxiaxia frowned. "Let a let."

"An Xia Xia, what are you anxious for, let's talk to each other, anyway, there is a school and a class to exchange feelings." Li Fanxing smiled like a peach.

Song Qingchen blinked innocently, "Xia Xia, I heard that you have no mother?"