Transmigration: Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss

Remember for a second

It's the crematorium. "

"For the time being, I can't stop!"

She is also obsessive-compulsive and cannot accept that a day's absence will cause the little red flowers on the pages of her works to disappear.

So Fang Qiuye slowly continued to struggle with staying up late and not staying up late.

But she still wrote Teacher Gong's name on her sticky note and pasted it on the screen of her desktop computer.

"Every time I see Teacher Gong's name, I feel a sense of urgency to save the manuscript."

"Maybe accidentally, my brain is very flexible, and I really wrote a thousand more words."

This is the first non-plot, non-fiction note to appear on her screen.

I thought it would take off in a month at most.

Unexpectedly, it has been posted for nearly half a year.

Books are never finished.

One ends, one begins.

Fang Qiuye doesn't have any vacations, and the only remaining vacations should be dedicated to his nagging parents and his girlfriends.

Finally... just after she had rehearsed countless scenes of inviting Teacher Gong to eat high-quality steak, she didn't expect that they finally met.

The day we met was full of confusion and dizziness.

In order to squeeze out the time for this meeting, she rushed the draft the day before, almost collapsed, slept very late, and got up early at six o'clock the next day to write.

Even on the way to the subway station, she used her mobile phone to code 500, and then she arrived at the scene in a confused way - a well-known dry pot bullfrog shop.

...meet an unexpectedly handsome male teacher.

Not only is he not bald, but he is also a bit handsome.

Using her usual phrases, that is, the male protagonist who can write two or three hundred words.

Fang Qiuye blushed because he hadn't washed his hair in time for the draft, and then there was a gleam in his eyes.

She has never written a campus essay.

Also never wrote about a male protagonist teaching at a university.

Gee.

material!

It turns out that the male teacher wearing a shirt to teach is also quite charming.

Well, the fingers are still very slender, and the way they hold the chalk must be surprisingly good-looking.

For the female students sitting in the first row of the classroom, their eyes in class will be divided in half by these sharply articulated hands, right? !

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

The male teacher smiled at her and handed over the menu.

Huh?

Fang Qiuye narrowed his eyes.

The voice is still quite gentle, though not in line with the deep voice she often likes to describe.

But unexpectedly, it made her feel like the sound of the 'cello' in the ancient romance... Although she has never heard the cello a few times, she who grew up soaked in the ancient Xiaoyan has such a right to imagine!

nice!

Facing such a handsome guy, Shiyu is open.

Fang Qiuye's mind was chaotic because he stayed up all night, and he felt like a light flashed in the darkness because of the calm and warm black eyes in front of him.

Her mind suddenly became clear.

Reminds me of the focus of today.

She came to make up for English for Dayaoyao!

What eyes are you addicted to?

Is it too much for the heroine of the pen?

"That... Mr. Gong, can you order in English?"

"Which is the word for bullfrog? Dry pot and boiled water. Is there a more beautiful translation?"

Unbeautiful words are not worthy of such a beautiful Dayaoyao.

Fang Qiuye blurted out, a little embarrassed.

However, she found that the handsome teacher Gong, not only did not feel that she was asking too much, but she seemed quite happy.

In his warm black eyes, there seemed to be her appreciation and pleasure of reading her favorite novels.

"Well, the heroes see the same thing. The translation must not only express the meaning, but also have an aesthetic sense."

Fang Qiuye was overjoyed.

I immediately took the opportunity to ask all the words of a menu, and then took out elementary school textbooks, new concepts, and learning English textbooks from my bag.

"Teacher, I understand all these places. Can you listen to me and see if my pronunciation is correct~ Ah, because..."

Gong Xuechang seemed to be happier, his warm eyes narrowed, and he nodded, "No problem, I'll order you another glass of watermelon juice, and you can read slowly."

"Okay~"

Fang Qiuye lifted the sleeves of his sportswear.

Since you have decided to go to tutoring, you must be serious and must not mislead Dayaoyao.

"Mr. Gong, I will meet someone I don't understand in the future..."

"Except for class time, I can't reply in time. At other times, you can ask me at any time. You can call me directly, and communication is more efficient."

"Ah, okay~"

Fang Qiuye was even happier.

The word "efficient" suits her very well.

So, a meeting ended happily.

Soon, there was a second time, a third time...the so-called 'tutorial'.

Soon, Gong Xuechang learned from all kinds of spiders.

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