I got excited. I saw my ex-girlfriend sitting across from me on a blind date.

Principal Pan’s voice became gentler:

"Also, I didn't ask Lan Lan just now. Is Teacher Lin really sure about the results of Class 2 and Six of Senior High School? If you are not sure about the results, I will think of other ways for you to delay the school directors' decision as much as possible."

Lin Zhengran smiled: "Don't worry, principal, I'm really sure."

Principal Pan smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'm relieved, there's nothing else to do." She looked at Lin Zhengran and paused:

"Oh, one more thing. Thank you, Teacher Lin, for helping me at the hotel last time. My foot injury is almost healed."

She moved her feet: "I hardly feel the pain now, thanks to you."

Lin Zhengran: "It's nothing. It's just that principal, if you are injured in the future, you should pay more attention to not delaying the injury. It won't hurt to go to the hospital early."

Principal Pan nodded obediently: "I'm sorry for causing trouble for you last time."

"I told you it's okay, don't worry, then I'll go back if there's nothing else?"

Principal Pan tightened his fingers; "Yeah"

She watched Lin Zhengran turn around and want to leave, feeling that something was missing.

So he stood up and said, "Oh wait!"

As a result, when he stood up, the injury under his feet was suddenly touched.

His whole body tilted, and Lin Zhengran quickly held him up when he saw this.

No surprise, it's logical.

手就

Taking advantage again.

And this time I don’t know why I put my hand directly into the sweater. Maybe it was because I was too hasty when I helped him.

Lin Zhengran quickly retracted his hand: "I'm sorry, principal, I didn't mean it."

The residual heat is still there.

Principal Pan blushed, pursed her lips and stood up. She knew this would happen: "It's okay, I've long been used to it, it's okay."

Lin Zhengran: "."

Principal Pan stood up straight again: "My feet just flickered. It's okay. There's nothing else. Teacher Lin, please go back."

Lin Zhengran sighed: "Okay, be careful."

"Ah."

Lin Zhengran then left.

As the office door closes.

Principal Pan clasped one hand in front of his chest.

He stared at Lin Zhengran who had disappeared.

The heartbeat is very fast.

Lan Lan, I'm sorry. It's all my sister's fault. My sister has never been in contact with a man. I didn't expect that she would be attracted to him just by being taken advantage of. But I have indeed fallen in love with him.

But I won't compete with you, as long as he can take advantage of me, I'll be satisfied.

Sister just wants to see you two happy.

I'm sorry..I'm a bad sister.

There is no Chinese class this morning.

So Lin Zhengran has been preparing lessons and resting in the office.

It's just that no one sees it under the desk when sitting in the office.

Zhang Lan and Lin Zhengran have always been intertwined with each other.

She read the book calmly and gently, but in fact her heart was filled with happiness.

However, Lin Zhengran was greatly surprised by Zhang Lan's sudden words.

"Teacher Lin, how are your class's preparations for the badminton match this afternoon? I see you have signed up."

Lin Zhengran was stunned for a moment, and then said "Huh?"

And in the classroom of Grade 2 and Grade 6.

During the break, squad leader Song Biao was signing in to receive rewards on his favorite mobile game.

The game was updated today, and you can get three lottery balls.

Song Biao, who was so beautiful, even frowned.

"Such a big event is so boring, I almost didn't even see what the rewards were."

Tang Zhiming came over at this time and sat next to Song Biao; "Hey, squad leader Song, stop playing. Did you hear? That Lao Deng is back?" Song Biao didn't look up: "Who is it? Which Lao Deng?"

"King Bald."

After hearing these three words, Song Biao turned off his phone and raised his head: "What? Why is that old guy back?"

Next to him, a short-haired boy named Li Liang also came over.

"What? Wang Laogui is back?"

Another man named Marin Zhou also came around: "The dead glasses are back!"

A male student wearing glasses coughed.

Marin Zhou looked back at him with some embarrassment: "I didn't say you, I said Wang Si glasses."

Tang Zhiming smiled and said: "I found out why you all gave him a nickname?"

Monitor Song Biao: "Because that old guy doesn't have any good intentions. He knows how to cause trouble for us all day long. If I don't find someone to shoot him, I'll forget it."

Tang Zhiming: "He is indeed quite annoying. He keeps suing our parents and threatening us all day long, but who are you looking for to get rid of him?"

Song Biao: "Our teacher."

Several people looked at each other.

Tang Zhiming was confused: "The teacher you are talking about is Teacher Lin? Can our Teacher Lin have other teachers? Why is the relationship so hard?"

Song Biao frowned, and he almost spilled the beans: "Teacher Lin, if you don't have a lot of connections, you have a lot of ability."

Tang Zhiming thought there was something fishy in this.

But he didn't care about Lin Zhengran's relationship background.

Anyway, Teacher Lin has never been a normal person. He is omnipotent in heaven and on earth. If you say that he is the leader of the indigenous people, Tang Zhiming will believe it:

"It's unrealistic, but there is a badminton match this afternoon, so Lao Deng, just don't trouble us when we are having fun."

Song Biao nodded; "Yes, just don't make trouble when we are playing, eh?"

He reacted and turned pale: "Wait what did you say?! There is a badminton match this afternoon!"

"Yes, you told me this the day before yesterday. What's wrong?"

Song Biao held his head and felt that a disaster was coming: "It's over, it's over! I told you! But I forgot to tell Teacher Lin! It's over! I'm going to be scolded!"

Had lunch.

Afternoon at the school’s west badminton court.

Many students are sitting in the audience at this moment.

A total of one hundred students are waiting in the warm-up area for the game to start.

The referees stood aside politely, the venue had been set up, and it was bustling.

In the front row of the auditorium, students from Class 2 and Class 6 were sitting neatly.

Talk and laugh.

Student Lin Zhengran held Song Biao's neck and looked at the game that was about to start on the field, frowning and clicking his tongue:

"I said monitor Song, if Teacher Zhang Lan hadn't mentioned the badminton match this afternoon in the morning, I wouldn't have known it was a badminton match today. No one informed me about this class teacher. Do you think this is strange?"

Song Biao was holding his neck and shivering.

Sitting there as restrained as a little rabbit.

Grinning: "Haha...because you didn't come when I signed up, so I was the one who took the notice. I forgot to tell you."

Lin Zhengran turned to look at him with a smile on his face: "Oh, right? If you don't tell me, don't tell me. But when I come back this Monday, you will drag out the watch that classmate Fang Meng gave me."

Lin Zhengran took out a form from his pocket: "Why is there no date written on it? It only said it will be held this month. Have you forgotten it?"

Song Biao continued to laugh, looking at Lin Zhengran like a wooden man, almost crying: "I also forgot to write. Teacher, you know that I have a bad memory as I get older. Don't blame me, teacher."

Lin Zhengran: "How much does Class Leader Song Geng look like this year?"

"Eighteen...but today's young people are like this..."

Lin Zhengran stared at him.

Song Biao suddenly looked at him aggrievedly: "Teacher, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Lin Zhengran looked at the playing field again and sighed heavily:

"Oh, forget it. As your class teacher, it's my fault that I didn't ask clearly about this matter. After all, there are too many things going on every day, so it's not all your fault. I'll just make an example next time. By the way, how many of our class have signed up for the badminton competition?"

Fang Meng sat next to him and said: "Three." (End of Chapter)