Nine zero space lucky wife

Chapter 210 Teng Mo's Intention

Mu Chen: ...

hehe.

Before the inspection, why did you say "just went to class", Mr. Teng, your purpose is too obvious.

The black Santana drove into the campus, and the principal came out to greet him in person.

"Principal Jiao."

Teng Mo got out of the car and walked towards the dazed principal.

"Hello."

"Teng...Mr. Teng?" Principal Jiao shook hands with Teng Mo in a dazed state.

He knew that it was a young man who was coming, but he was too young, and what surprised him even more was his appearance.

Principal Jiao began to worry, if Mr. Teng gave lectures to those high school students, would they still be interested in studying?

"Principal Jiao." Director Yang reminded him softly.

Principal Jiao came back to his senses, only to realize that everyone was looking at him.

cough.

Director Yang coughed lightly, covered his lips and reminded: "Principal Jiao, Mr. Teng wants to inspect the campus to see how the children are attending class."

"Oh, haha," Principal Jiao laughed heartily, and made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Teng, this way please."

According to the headmaster's age, he can be Teng Mo's grandfather, but he is still a bit inferior in front of Teng Mo.

Teng Mo smiled gently, with good manners: "Thank you, Principal Jiao."

Director Yang was also by his side, constantly talking to Teng Mo about the situation of the school, explaining clearly all the classes on each floor.

From time to time, Teng Mo asked some questions about the students' studies.

That's really knowledgeable. After getting to know him, I found out that he was also the top scorer in the college entrance examination. He was a very low-key talented young man who only mentioned his scores in the newspapers but did not disclose them.

Principal Jiao and Director Yang gradually put away their contempt and admired Teng Mo very much.

"Mr. Teng, we have a large classroom that can accommodate two classes of students. Mr. Teng's class is held there, is that okay?" Director Yang asked, feeling uneasy.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Director Yang." Teng Mo thanked him warmly, and paused slightly: "Is the classroom for senior high school students up there?"

"Yes, the liberal arts and science classes are upstairs." Director Yang thought that Teng Mo wanted to go up to see, so he walked up a step and was about to make a gesture of invitation.

"Where is my office?" Ten Mo asked, looking to the side.

Director Yang: ...

This.

He was busy looking at Principal Jiao.

He packed up an office, but the time in the morning was too tight, many things were not prepared, and even the cleaning was not in place...

"Haha, Mr. Teng, we have an independent office area here. You have few classes, and the office is in the Academic Affairs Building." Principal Jiao didn't say anything specific. Anyway, Teng Mo didn't work today and just visited. It's not too late to clean up.

"Where do the teachers of each subject of senior three students work?" Teng Mo asked again.

"There is also an office on the third floor, both ends, so it is convenient for students to ask questions." Director Yang didn't know what Teng Mo's intention was for asking this question. Could it be to investigate the school's emphasis on student learning?

Arranging the teacher's office next to the classroom is convenient for both the teacher and the students.

Teng Mo smiled: "If possible, add a desk for me."

Both Principal Jiao and Director Yang were stunned.

Is this going to share an office with other teachers?
Can……

They couldn't imagine how someone with Teng Mo's temperament would be crowded in an office with all the teachers preparing lessons.

"Students in the third year of high school have a lot of work, and the last two months are the critical period. I will stay in school until they take the college entrance examination." Teng Mowen explained in a gentle voice.

Principal Jiao was immediately overwhelmed, and held Teng Mo's hand and refused to let go.

Mu Chen, who was watching everything and knew Teng Mo's intentions: ...

(End of this chapter)