Nuwa's rebirth school beauty

Chapter 49 The President of a Country 8
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Escorted by bodyguards, Shang Han entered the presidential lounge in the backstage. There were large screens every few tens of meters along the way, live-streaming the great hall.

Even if it's just a lounge, the decoration is exactly the same as the palace, and Shang Han will doubt whether he is the president or the emperor.

There is a large-screen TV in the center of the room. When you turn it on, you can see the live news. The TV camera is aimed at the man's flawless and paralyzed face, what is he talking about.

I tuned a few channels, and still had that handsome face that both people and gods were angry with. Those who didn't know it thought they were filming a youth idol drama.

From six o'clock to seven o'clock every day, for a whole hour, how do TV viewers feel when they face such a group of bald old men, and finally have a seductive one.

The meeting came to an end, accompanied by the music at the end of the news, various behind-the-scenes transparent small words floating under the TV screen, the man packed up his things and stepped down from the main seat, followed by the weather forecast.

The door of the lounge was pushed open, the bodyguards were blocked outside, and the men's dangerous aura rushed over.

This person really will not let people ignore his existence wherever he goes.

Huangfuwen threw the folder on the desk, rubbed his brows, feeling a little tired.

Shang Han stared at his every move, and also remembered that it was almost one o'clock in the morning when he arrived at their place.She was busy meditating on the plane before and didn't sleep, and now she misses her bed a little bit.

"Not coming yet?" Noticing that the girl had been staring at her, the man's tiredness was swept away, his eyes were surrounded by thousands of miles of ice, and the eyes were as black as an abyss.

Shang Han looked at Huangfuwen hesitantly, "Do you want to take a rest?" The main reason is that she also wants to sleep.

The man cleaned up the things on the table, took out two sheets of white printing paper from the side, and laid them out on the table. After hearing the girl's words, he raised his head, and his black eyes stared into the clear eyes, "Do you want to be late tomorrow?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

She almost forgot that she flew all the way to other countries without telling his parents.

Thinking that she had to get to school before school, she immediately became more positive than the other party, "Then let's start quickly."

If you don't get to school before class, it's over.

In the first class, Shang Han taught Huangfuwen the basic language of letters.Their writing is very different from modern writing. Modern writing is simple, but their writing was the most primitive at that time, with a lot of strokes.

"Let me teach you how to write the word 'to a letter' first."

The desk is a little high, custom made for the man's height.

Although Shang Han's appearance and hair were gradually approaching those of her childhood in the previous life during the period of her rebirth, she probably didn't have enough internal strength. She just wasn't tall, and she was still 1.5 meters tall. Even when she was standing, her eyes were almost at the same level as the table.

Sitting on another office chair, I couldn't see the desktop, so I had to stand and give Huangfuwen a lecture.

Huangfuwen noticed this, glanced coldly, and made no next move.

If someone is watching from the side, they will definitely feel that the style of the painting is weird: a girl is standing at a desk that is almost as high as her height, giving lectures to a man who is almost ten years older than herself, and the two seem to be unaware .

Shang Han didn't dare to teach too much, fearing that he wouldn't be able to accept it.

Unexpectedly, after one class, he actually digested everything.

Looking at the extremely complicated strokes on the paper, the writing is extremely smooth, which can be described as a work of art.

Shang Han picked up Huangfuwen's paper and said in surprise, "I think you can become a teacher."

It was almost finished in a few strokes, as if it had been written many times.If she hadn't felt the sudden drop in the pressure around her, she would have wondered if he was playing tricks on her.

(End of this chapter)