I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

For such a small amount of money, Jiang Chacha suddenly felt as if she was sacrificing her appearance.

She was silent.

It didn't go away just now.

Are you gone?No, probably not...

Just when Jiang Chacha was extremely embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to get in.

"teacher."

His slightly hoarse voice came from the earphones, as hoarse as if he had just taken a sip of spirits, as hoarse as if he had just taken a violent breath.

Horribly hoarse.

Jiang Chacha squeezed the pen tightly, and asked nervously: "What's wrong, did I say something wrong?"

She herself admits that she is worse than a half-baked teacher.

She made too many mistakes, and she was afraid that he would doubt her professional level.

She felt that one day, sooner or later, her part-time teacher would be fired.

"No." His words were faint and gentle, inexplicably sweeping away the restlessness in her heart.

As the light in the video dimmed, his eyes became more gentle, and he said softly: "Teacher, your air conditioner should be turned on very low, go and put on some clothes."

He paused, his peach blossom eyes bent down.

"I'm afraid the teacher will catch a cold."

Jiang Chacha's heart was suddenly touched.

He would not directly say "Go and put on a coat", which is too straightforward and embarrassing for her, but would make excuses for her and find steps.

Emotional intelligence is high, and what you say makes people feel more comfortable.

Although he was really hated to death when he was in the student union, this night, Jiang Chacha felt his charm again.

She subconsciously clenched her neckline with her fingers, and she didn't know how to describe it. Anyway, she was a little moved.

She hummed vaguely, and responded with a smile: "Okay, the teacher also feels a little cold."

"Then wait for me, the teacher is going to put on a coat now."

He on the other side of the screen looked at her with a smile, "OK."

Seeing her leave, Wen Huaizhi adjusted his sitting posture, his right leg lazily folded over his left leg, his long and slender legs, he gracefully picked up the glass, and took another sip of water.

Seeing that Jiang Chacha was still there, the little deer was so moved.

If the system could shake its head, it would have shaken it eight hundred times.

Silly boy, people have already seen you all, so they pretend to be a gentleman to care about you.

I don't know what I was so moved by so stupidly.

Hey, no wonder I only have 20 intelligence points.

Jiang Chacha blushed to death, put on a coat casually, and came back.

She sat back in her chair and tried to calm down, "I'm back."

She folded her coat around her chest, covering a large area of ​​snow-white skin completely.

"Is the teacher still cold now?" He asked gently.

Jiang Chacha feels that she is being well cared for now.

Her face was red all night, and she patted it casually, the temperature was still very high.

She shook her head, "I'm not cold."

In Jiang Chacha’s two lifetimes, she seldom called anyone. Classmates and friends all made voice calls. They seldom made calls. Most of them were parents, so let alone video calls.

She lowered her head and checked the time on the computer.

It turned out that more than an hour had passed...

She was suddenly in a trance.

This was her first time calling for such a long time.

It feels amazing.

The network cable connects two people who are not together.Wearing headphones, you can hear the subtle voice of the other party very clearly and closely, and you can hear the sound of breathing intimately.

What does this feel like?

It's as if your relationship with him has become extremely close.

Jiang Chacha lowered her eyes and gradually finished the last question.

As the voice ended, her movements gradually slowed down, and her white and soft fingers looked like a beautiful work of art under the light.

She slowly closed the cap on the pen.

"Okay, that's all for today's question. There shouldn't be anything you don't understand about what I said just now, right?"

He shook his head gently.

Jiang Chacha subconsciously yawned, but she forcibly stopped it halfway through.

No, as a teacher, she should act more mature and mature in front of the students!
Although she is also a child who is not yet an adult.

She straightened her back and sat up straight, she nodded her head pretending to be old-fashioned, "That's good, you should review the knowledge I've taught tonight before you go to bed today, and you'd better hurry up if you don't understand." When taking notes, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.”

The words of those teachers in high school were like templates, and her ears were almost callused every time she heard it.So how to train him, she has a way.

Just, so cool, this feeling.

Ginger tea is almost gone.

Wen Huaizhi is a senior, older than her, and is the existence of her brother.

Relying on her false identity, she exalted her seniority to teach him a lesson, but he still listened obediently.

No one can experience her joy!
She wanted to stretch, but she didn't dare to stretch in front of him, that would be too casual and lively.So she secretly moved the muscles on her shoulders, and said with a smile: "If there is nothing else, then I will hang up?"

She just stretched out her hand and couldn't wait to hang up the call.

He opened his mouth.

He lowered his head, looked at his watch, his eyes under the glasses were as deep as ink, "I didn't expect it to be so late."

"I didn't come here to ask the teacher for advice during the teacher's part-time job, because I didn't think carefully."

He smiled, "I won't disturb the teacher, will I?"

"No, no." Jiang Chacha smirked professionally, although he couldn't see it either.

It's easy to say, just give her more overtime pay.

Jiang Chacha's hands were itchy, and she was thinking about how to hint at him.

As if knowing what she was thinking, he soon said softly: "I'll have someone transfer the teacher's tuition fee to the teacher's bank account later."

Jiang Chacha shook her hand, pretending to evade, "Hey, no need."

What she was thinking in her heart was: He is quite sensible, if she is really allowed to work for free, hmph, let's see how she will treat him!

Wen Huaizhi is the heir of the chaebol, and he knows well what the secular migrant workers are thinking.He has an elegant and perfect smile on his face, he speaks calmly and is well-bred, as if he can take everything indifferently.

His smile remained unchanged, "Yes, you are welcome, teacher."

Jiang Chacha was overwhelmed with satisfaction.

She just likes the kind of guy who knows she's just being polite.

Not bad, love it.

When Jiang Chacha wanted to hang up the phone again, Wen Huai stopped talking and easily interrupted her actions again.

"Teacher, can I take a look at you before hanging up the phone." He smiled.

Ginger Chacha: "..."

She also smiled hypocritically, "Look at what the teacher is doing."

Wen Huaizhi gracefully put his hands on his lap and clasped together.

He said frankly: "I haven't seen the teacher for many days."

What is he trying to do? ? ?

Why is it so weird.

It's scary, okay?

She pondered for a moment, then replied perfunctorily: "I have acne today, it doesn't look good."

"I'm still plain."

"My classmates all said that I was dead pale without makeup, and my face was ugly, like a ghost."

Finally, she blinked her eyes apologetically, "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

In the video, the posture of the man leaning against the back of the chair remains unchanged. Under the dim light, his gold-rimmed glasses reflect a faint metallic light.

He smiled and didn't force it anymore.

Finally turned off the video call, Jiang Chacha seemed like a fish in water, lying on the table like a boneless ooze.

She was exhausted.

This lethargic state lasted until the next day.

After a few classes, and having a hasty lunch with Lin Xiaoxiao and the others at noon, Jiang Chacha dragged her heavy body to the student union.

Sitting in the president's office, Jiang Chacha didn't know how many yawns she yawned here today.

I feel it again.

Jiang Chacha squinted her eyes, and let out a long yawn lazily.

The man sitting across from him stopped writing for a moment, with a hypocritical smile on Outstanding's face, he said slowly: "It seems that the vice president didn't sleep well last night..."

I really don't know how he has the face to say that.

Obviously, the culprit who caused her to sleep poorly last night was him.

I don't know what kind of trouble he has, but his speech always sounds polite, as if he is chasing words, and he likes to stop intentionally when he speaks, so that people will stop along with the heart.

"Hey, I didn't expect the president to care about me, thank you so much, the president." Jiang Chacha smiled and felt mmp.

Switching back and forth between the two identities of part-time tutor and vice president made her feel more and more sick about him. Is he a bit smart? When she was a student and the president, they were completely two people.

Even if he is not smart, then she is about to be smart by him.

She has a personality that changes like him, and she is not as perverted as him. How can she bear this extreme emotional pull?
She originally thought that this gentle scum would target her crazily as usual today, and then taunt her with sneering and sneering words.

As a result, no.

This time, he only said one sentence, then withdrew his gaze, and sat there playing with the phone with one hand, with his eyelids downcast, not knowing what he was doing.

She admired him for wearing a dark brown suit even in summer. His long legs were lying under the table, and there were a pair of black leather shoes under the trousers of the suit. He had a very ascetic and elegant demeanor.

When he shuts his mouth, even she has to admit that he is a top handsome guy.

He is finally normal.

It's also good that he doesn't get sick today, so she is also happy and relaxed.

Jiang Chacha rolled her eyes silently, picked up a gimmicky pen in the original owner's pen holder, and just wrote something on the paper, concentrating on doing her own work.

After working for a few minutes, he was still playing with his mobile phone.

Strange, what is this workaholic doing?
While writing, Jiang Chacha picked up the water glass next to her. While drinking, she raised her eyes and looked at him secretly.

Her mobile phone with a pink Mickey Mouse case on the table suddenly lit up.

Jiang Chacha drank the water, and picked up the phone with the other free hand.

She has just switched to a part-time trumpet.

She received two WeChat messages from [Wen Huai Zhi].

Click in to have a look.

The first message was sent 1 minute ago, and it was a photo he took.

The photo undoubtedly shows the desktop of his current president's desk, and he also took a picture of the potted plants on the window, which has a somewhat quiet feeling of time.

Finally, he sent a sentence.

——Teacher, I'm dealing with things in the student union now, how about you?
Help, help, is this gentle scum trying to set her up as a well-behaved male high school student? ?
Jiang Chacha raised her eyes dully, and saw Wen Huaizhi's ascetic face in front of the computer again.

Unable to hold back, with a puff, all the water that she hadn't swallowed suddenly spewed out.