I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

The head is a little heavy.

This was Jiang Chacha's first thought when she woke up.

When she woke up, she found that it was completely dark outside.

Turning on the phone, she wrinkled her face, "Why is it already nine o'clock?"

"System, what happened just now? I remember Bian Jichen sent me home..."

[I don't know either. 】

[When the host is unconscious, the perspective of the original system will also be affected. 】

"Ok."

Jiang Chacha feels more and more that this dog system is really useless.

Her head was heavy, but she didn't have no memory of what happened that night, but her memory was vague, and she wasn't sure about some details...

Some things can't be escaped by luck.

Jiang Chacha found Bian Jichen the next day.

It was the end of get out of class at this time, and the stairs were full of people going up and down. Jiang Chacha saw his figure at a glance and blocked him.

"Student Bian."

In a burst of chaotic footsteps, as soon as her voice appeared, it seemed to be automatically focused in a movie, and everything else was reduced to background sound.

Bian Jichen looked normal, as if he couldn't hear or see, and wanted to pass her, pass by her, and go downstairs.

Jiang Chacha quickly reached out her hand to stop him.

"Student Bian, I want to ask you something."

He finally fixed his gaze on her face.

It was very hot, and her translucent skin was a little red from the sun, but it was different from the reddish one after being drunk last night.

Bian Jichen's eyes were as cold as if he had never done anything, and he stood in front of her frankly, with an aura that easily made people feel alienated and retreated into timidity.

And Jiang Chacha was indeed a little timid at this time.

Who can stand to cover a piece of ice enthusiastically every day!

She's not a masochist.

No, no, she can't back down!
She still wants to ask him something.

"What is it?" he asked.

I really don't know how many times I have to be hurt by his indifference every day.

Jiang Chacha bit her bullet, "You were the one who sent me home last night, right?"

He acquiesced.

that……

Then there are some intimate actions in her memory, are they real?
But seeing his indifferent expression, she felt uncertain in her heart.

Probably didn't do it...

If he did these things, how could he have such a noble and glamorous expression towards her today! !
Ginger Chacha flinched again.

That should be her hallucination after getting drunk...

she thought spinelessly.

People were coming and going on the stairs, Bian Jichen glanced at her again, "Is there anything else?"

"No, no." Jiang Chacha turned sideways quickly to make way for the boss, "Student Bian, please, please."

Bian Jichen ignored her doggy expression and walked past her.

Jiang Chacha watched him go downstairs, and soon he turned a corner, and he couldn't even see his back. She felt depressed.Even if she was curious, she couldn't really ask him if he kissed her last night.

Moreover, such a thing is absolutely impossible.

In a few days, the final exam is coming.

Every time I enter the classroom, I will find that the students who usually love learning are writing like chicken blood.The students whose grades are in the middle are also starting to hold their feet, and they are all looking through the books to review.

As for those who are usually ignorant, some of them may not be able to stand this kind of intense and stressful learning atmosphere, and even turned a few pages of the book.As for the others, it's time to play and play around as usual.

When Jiang Chacha stepped into the classroom, she felt the pressure invisibly.

In order to maintain the original owner's personality as a schoolmaster, she has been studying hard these few days.

On the other hand, An Liuli and Lin Xiaoxiao worked together all day, sitting in front of her, one was reading comic books and fashion magazines, the other was holding snacks every second.

The aroma of potato chips is too strong.

Jiang Chacha couldn't hold back, and raised her head from behind the book. She complained unfairly: "The final exam is almost here. Don't you two need to review?? Are you not nervous?"

They all looked over with expressions like "why are you nervous".

They really have nothing to be nervous about.

Even if they are ignorant, or don't learn anything, their families can still send them abroad to study in the future. They don't have to do anything, and they can easily climb up to the hard-working children of ordinary families. The starting point is doomed.

Their future path has been arranged and paved for them by their parents.

I'm really envious and jealous.

Jiang Chacha puffed up her cheeks in depression, bit the tip of her pen, and continued to work with her head buried.

When she came to the student union after school, she found that Wen Huaizhi was not relaxed either. He was actually more stressed than her, but he was able to handle it with ease.

When Jiang Chacha feels that her dark circles are thicker and she is going to be bald.On the other hand, he didn't look tired at all, and was as elegant as a famous painting of the century.

Seeing him flipping through the English notes she wrote in his notebook that night, Jiang Chacha couldn't help being mean.

She also paid attention to the recent changes in his English performance, after all, she was his English tutor.

The pen in her hand twirled around her fingertips.

"Master President." She called sweetly.

Wen Huaizhi raised his head and looked at her with a half-smile.

Every time she uses this nickname, there must be no good thing, but she doesn't know what she's planning.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Chacha smiled and said to herself, "English...hasn't always been your weak point, president. I heard from them that the president...has improved a lot in the latest English monthly exam. "

"The monthly exam is coming soon, and my English has regressed a lot. I wonder if the president has any methods and skills, can you pass them on to me?"

She pretended to ask him humbly.

She was really looking forward to what he would say, would she be mentioned?
Wen Huaizhi listened, his eyes moved slightly, he was used to hypocrisy, Jiang Chacha didn't know whether he was smiling for real or fake for a moment.

He lowered his head, and while writing with a pen, he said slowly, "Recently, my family hired an English teacher."

She is still mentioned, which means that her teaching has been recognized!

Jiang Chacha became more motivated, and as a teacher for the first time, she finally experienced the comfort and sense of honor of a teacher for the first time.

It's really a matter of honor and honor!
On the side of Wen Huaizhi's desk, there is a sunny window.The curtains are often drawn, and the sunlight shines on his writing hands, like a soft filter.

When he wasn't targeting her, he looked like an upright gentleman. The narrow-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose showed that he was particularly abstinent, and his face was noble and refined.

He held a pen, lowered his eyes quietly, and wrote.

The reddish thin lips gradually parted.

"Sister... she is very nice."

The invisible allure is the most bewitching and deadly.

Jiang Chacha's body tensed instantly, and Wen Huaizhi's "sister" sounded like a hoarse voice chanting beside her ears, and her ears were numb, like fireworks exploding inside, one by one, Still uninterrupted.

She had only ever heard him call her teacher.

But I've never heard him call her "sister".

Is that what he calls her outside of part-time work, or in his heart?

The roots of her ears were so numb, Jiang Chacha couldn't help but raised her hand, slightly bent her fingers, and squeezed her limp ears.

Wen Huaizhi didn't raise his eyes, otherwise he could appreciate her slightly red face.

He is still holding the pen, and his knuckles are slender, with a bamboo-like toughness, just like him.He moved the pen lightly, but the black handwriting on the paper was deeply engraved on it, and the ink of the pen seemed to completely seep through the back.

One stroke at a time, he wrote four words on it.

——Teacher Xiaoshui.

When the nib was finished, the handwriting was vivid on the paper, and there was a cool breeze blowing in from the window, and he seemed to smell the elegant fragrance of jasmine.

Happy New Year's Eve, Happy New Year! ! !