Urban Young Fairy

"Mr. Huang, Director Deng."

Zheng Jiayun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said hello.

"Oh, I said, in the morning, you can go to class ten minutes in advance. You don't have to be so anxious, hurry, what if you have something on the road?"

Looking at Zheng Jiayun's slightly embarrassed appearance, Huang Shuyan came forward and looked at her with a look of blame.

In the morning, Huang Shuyan arranged her own two-language tutoring course in the front to make up the class, and put Zheng Jiayun's course behind.

When she left, Huang Shuyan made a special note and let Zheng Jiayun go to class in advance.

"That can't be done, the time for remedial classes can't be less. The students who come to tutoring are not good at all. No matter what the circumstances, they should not reduce their time in class, which is not good for their improvement." Zheng Jiayun Shake his head and say it in a serious way.

When this word was exported, Huang Shuyan smiled and did not answer, but nodded: "Go inside."

After Zheng Jiayun walked toward the table inside, Huang Shuyan snorted: "Jiayun is a man who is too axisy, and he has to be flexible, so she has to be so stiff."

"If not, she has commented on the title for so many years. Now she is not a second-level title. So hard to teach, nothing else can be done, how can this be done?" Huang Shuyan screamed.

In the teacher industry, you can get the title of a second-level teacher automatically after two years of work, but if you want to continue to go up, if you choose a level or even a senior title, you need not only a good level of teaching, but also a variety of relationships.

The difference in welfare between each job title is still relatively large. Now Huang Shuyan is already waiting for the selection of senior titles. The monthly salary is almost one thousand higher than Zheng Jiayun.

Huang Shuyan finished speaking and found that Deng Yangyan, standing next to him, frowned at the moment and consciously refused to say something, then he closed his mouth.

Next to Deng Xiwen listening to Huang Shuyan's words, but also to his mother's words, some are used to it, continue to play with the phone in his hand.

Over there, Zheng Jiayun sat on the table.

This table is closer to the main table, or Huang Shuyan specifically arranged, she is hoping that the teachers in her school can see her style sitting on the main table.

"Is Zheng teacher coming? I am afraid that you are late."

Zheng Jiayun just sat down and suddenly, there was a teacher at the same table joking.

"Oh, yes, what about your family? I heard that he is not coming back? Haven't you come yet?"

Another female teacher curiously asked.

"I came to ask, maybe it was crazy to play, I forgot."

Zheng Jiayun worried that Lin also forgot about the mobile phone with the help of Jianzi and Chuhan. She took out her old-fashioned clamshell machine from the bag and was preparing to call Lin.

At the table, a three-meter-long boy, who is only 11 or 12 years old, saw Zheng Jiayun’s old-fashioned clamshell machine, like the discovery of the New World, and pulled it hard. The female teacher's arm shouted loudly, and the voice was sharp: "Mom! You see her mobile phone, it's so broken! I haven't used it yet!"

The boy’s voice was very loud. When the words came out, the teachers with several tables next to them all looked in the direction of Zheng Jiayun. When I saw the old-fashioned flip phone that she was holding in her hand, although no one said What, but there are still a lot of people, the slightest inconspicuous flash of light in the eyes.

The old-fashioned flip phone, which has been popularized in the era of smart phones, has long been abandoned by the times. What's more, now an ordinary smart machine is only a few hundred dollars, and the price is low.

However, even a few hundred mobile phones are willing to change. From then on, many people will feel the poverty of Zheng Jiayun.

Zheng Jiayun was watched by everyone, a little embarrassed, and his face had a burning sensation.

"How can I talk like this?" The female teacher glanced at the little boy, but although she said so, there is still no point in blaming him for his words, let alone the plan to apologize to Zheng Jiayun.

at this time.

Lin also stepped on three steps, and the leisurely way was from the stairs of Hongqing Building.

Come to the second floor lobby.

Huang Shuyan in front of the door saw Lin also come and nodded slightly: "Lin is coming, your mother is inside, you used to sit."

"Amount, what are you holding in your hand?"

Huang Shuyan saw that Lin also came over. She just wanted to say hello to Lin.

In the depths of Huang Shuyan's heart, some people who looked down on Lin also learned bad things, but her eyes just swept away. When she saw a white box in her hand, Lin was still stunned. .

Then she couldn't help but move a small step forward. In order to see it more clearly, she glanced at it. When she saw the apple on the outer casing, she was embarrassed.

"My mother's mobile phone, she has not changed, I just brought it to her."

Lin nodded and then walked straight inside.

"Mobile phone? Apple?" Huang Shuyan waited until Lin Yi walked past him, and there was some worry.

Deng Xiwen, who had been playing with his mobile phone with his head down, looked up and heard the voice. He looked at Lin Yi, but only saw Lin, who had no intention of staying with her. He went straight and did not turn his head. Look at her intentions.

This made Deng Xiwen slightly frown, and some uncomfortable, but her sight also saw the mobile phone box that Lin also held in his hand, and he thought about it, probably the already outdated Apple machine, which would not cost much.

Simply, I lowered my head again and played with my mobile phone.

And Huang Shuyan has been slowing for a while, and finally there is no such time to keep up with it and just look at it and just look for a chance to look at it later.

She does not believe that Zheng Jiayun will spend so much money to buy an Apple mobile phone.

That mobile phone, almost Zheng Jiayun's salary for a few months.

"Jiayun, your mobile phone should be changed. How good is a smart machine, and you don't need much money, and you can also open a micro-xin. Everyone in our teacher has a micro-xin. Except you, if you do, you will not be able to catch up. fashionable."

Inside the table, a male teacher took a cup of tea and looked at Zheng Jiayun, slowly opening his mouth.

"Yes, Teacher Zheng, I really should change my mobile phone. Your mobile phone is too old, and now the mobile phone is not very expensive, and does not need a lot of money."

Another teacher on the side helped the body ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is no teacher, to blame the unobstructed little boy, more people are looking at the awkward Zheng Jiayun.

Zheng Jiayun is preparing to say something.

She is not willing to change her mobile phone. It is to help Lin also save more money for him to study. In these years, Zheng Jiayun has always been very provincial.

Not waiting for her to speak.

"Well, this teacher is right, Mom, it is time to change a mobile phone."

"Although you have feelings about the old mobile phone, but the mobile phone, this change is to change."

Sounded up.

Then, in the eyes of everyone.

A white box was handed to the table in front of Zheng Jiayun.

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