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Chapter 111 I See You Like to Eat Soft Rice

Without further ado, Li Kuailai just walked over with the stool.

"Hurry up, Li." Song Xiaofang yelled angrily when she saw that Li Kuailai had taken the stool away without her consent.

But Pang Guanghui and Ye Mingjun were there, and she was too embarrassed to move the stool back, so she stomped her feet angrily.

She wrote Li Kuailai's name on the white paper in front of her desk, and then crossed it, one cross after another...

The stool that Bu Lijuan was sitting on made a "squeak" sound from time to time, as if she was getting impatient. "Director Ye, you are the latest here, sit down quickly."

"Yes, yes." Ye Mingjun took a step forward awkwardly, took the stool that Li Kuailai brought from Song Xiaofang's room, and sat on Pang Guanghui's side.

As for this Bu Lijuan, he couldn't afford to offend her. Her uncle was the principal.

Li Kuailai raised his head and looked at Bu Lijuan: "Teacher Bu, please forgive me if I am wrong."

"Come on, tell me quickly, I'll be dying of waiting." Bu Lijuan said coquettishly to Li Kuailai.

Li Kuailai felt like he was going to vomit. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten dinner, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Li Kuailai collected himself and put forward his own suggestion.

Finally, Li Kuailai added: "Your Mandarin recitation is very bad, and the judges will give you a low score on the spot."

"Yes, I don't think that is necessary." Pang Guanghui said hastily.

He suggested this at the time, but Bu Lijuan refused to listen, feeling that sometimes she was the vice principal.

Bu Lijuan did not agree, she shook her head: "No, this recitation must appear."

"There is going to be a recitation, but you can let the students read it." Li Kuailai didn't want to scare off the judges by directly speaking Bu Lijuan's Mandarin.

"But I want to read it too." Bu Lijuan was a little anxious, and the flesh on her fat face was almost piled up.

Ye Mingjun shook his head secretly, they had persuaded her in the same way before, but Bu Lijuan insisted on going her own way, what could be done?

However, the question Li Kuailai raised just now can still make Bu Lijuan's public class better, hoping to make up for some shortcomings.

"If you want to perform a recitation, you can recite "Qinyuan Chunxue" in our local Lei dialect, which may be better." Li Kuailai said after thinking about it.

"This is good." Pang Guanghui patted Ye Mingjun's thigh and called out.

Bu Lijuan is the kind who can't speak Mandarin well, and Cantonese is not good, that is, the kind who can only speak the local dialect.

Isn't it said that local characteristics should be adopted in teaching?If you recite "Qinyuan Chunxue" in Leihua, it seems to be quite distinctive.

In particular, Bu Lijuan's "I don't know how to speak" will not appear, and will not make the judges angry.

It is also possible that Bu Lijuan's recitation of "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" in thunderous words can attract everyone's attention. Others think it is a pioneering work.

Ye Mingjun secretly glanced at Pang Guanghui: "That's good, but you can pat my thigh, okay?"

"Is it okay to recite in Leihua?" Bu Lijuan hesitated.

"Why not, you have only one way."

Pang Guanghui stood up anxiously, and waved his right hand forward, "Mr. Bu, do you remember what you said just now?"

"I wrote it down." Bu Lijuan raised the white paper full of words in her hand.

Li Kuailai stood up and said, "That's good, that's it?"

The host stood up, which meant that it was time to see off the guests.

Pang Guanghui and Ye Mingjun walked outside, but Bu Lijuan refused to leave: "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner alone."

Pang Guanghui and Ye Mingjun who had just walked outside almost fell to the ground: We both worked hard to help you revise the open class, and you only invite Li Kuailai alone?

Li Kuailai hurriedly waved his hands and said, "You're welcome."

"I'm not being polite to you, we're all on our own." Bu Lijuan winked at Li Kuailai.

Li Kuailai felt that he was about to faint, and he had to explain clearly: "Teacher Bu, maybe you misunderstood, it is impossible between us."

"Come on, can't you seriously consider me? I told my uncle that as long as we are together, your future is boundless." Bu Lijuan said anxiously.

"I have considered it very carefully, we are really not suitable."

Li Kuailai said firmly, "Also, Wu Dapeng is not bad. I heard that I like you. You can think about it."

"What? I don't like that ugly man." Bu Lijuan also said firmly.

Bu Lijuan finally left, Li Kuailai hastily closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dangdangdang." Someone was kicking the door of Li Kuailai.

"Who is it?" Li Kuailai asked warily.

If Bu Lijuan came to invite him to dinner again, even if he was killed, he would not open the door.

"Come on, Li, open the door for me." Song Xiaofang said angrily outside the door.

Li Kuailai saw that it was Song Xiaofang, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. "Mr. Song, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Hmph, why didn't you return my stool?" Song Xiaofang was very angry that Li Kuailai didn't listen to her, so she kicked the door angrily.

She changed a pair of leather shoes.

But now that Li Kuai came to ask her why she kicked the door, she immediately thought of an excuse.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to return your stool just now." Li Kuailai hurriedly took the stool to Song Xiaofang's room, and seeing Song Xiaofang following behind him eagerly, he couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter? Would you like to invite me to dinner?" ?”

"Hmph, I'm not as rich as Bu Lijuan. Please go to Zhuyuan Restaurant for dinner. I only have simple food here." Song Xiaofang seemed to get angrier as she talked.

When Li Kuailai heard it, his eyes lit up. "There's no problem with this. My requirements are not high, and I can just eat simple food with you. I'm not picky, as long as I eat with the right person, even plain rice is fine."

After finishing speaking, Li Kuailai put the stool in the corner, rubbed his hands excitedly and entered the kitchen inside.

Song Xiaofang regretted it a bit, she said that Li would come soon, so why not add the angry words "rough tea and light food"?Now Li Kuailai is going to follow him with a stick.

"Li Kuailai, I think you want to eat soft rice instead of plain rice?" Song Xiaofang walked into the small courtyard and glared at Li Kuailai angrily.

If eyes could kill, Li Kuailai would probably be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment by now.

Damn, Song Xiaofang knows me quite well... Li Kuailai secretly said.

But who is Li Kuailai, as if he didn't hear what Song Xiaofang said just now.

Li Kuailai opened the lid of the pot and asked, "Mr. Song, what are you cooking tonight?"

"It's not for you." Song Xiaofang became angry again when she thought that Li Kuailai didn't listen to her just now.

"Hey, let me explain to you." Li Kuailai glanced at the duck in the pot, and then reluctantly put the lid on the pot.

"I don't want to hear what you have to explain." Even though Song Xiaofang said this, her ears seemed to be pricked up.

(End of this chapter)