[The quirky and Buddhist B-game painter x the sultry and scheming young master]
1.
Yu Tang's younger brothers were invited to their parents again. Their parents were on a business trip. In desperation, she had no choice but to pick up her silly younger brother in person.
Hearing from his younger brother that the acting head teacher of his class was quite handsome, Yu Tang thought it would be good to meet him.
But when she got to the office, she realized something was wrong.
Isn't this class teacher... Her first love in high school?
Yu Tang seemed to have ten thousand horses galloping in his heart.
Without changing her expression, she took her brother's hand and said, "Hello, Teacher Ji, this is my son. If you have any questions, you can communicate with me."
"..."
2.
Ji Sinian, a dignified professor in the Department of Mathematics at Jiangsu University, was forced to replace his friend as the acting class teacher at No. 4 Middle School.
Who would have thought that he would hire a parent and meet his first love in high school, Yu Tang, who not only pretended not to know him, but also lied to him that he had a son who was a junior high school student?
Ji Sinian could only play with her.
But then one day, his class teacher brother came back and complained to him when he was bored.
"Do you know that Jiang Qingye? I met him watching a movie with his parents yesterday. That family is really good-looking, but I always feel that his mother looks a bit like the one you talked about in high school."
"..."
After hearing this, Ji Sinian's face turned green.
3.
New Year's Eve.
It's a sky full of stars and brilliant fireworks.
In the bedroom, Ji Sinian pushed Yu Tang into the corner.
Seeing the lingering blush on her face, Ji Sinian curled his lips and said jokingly, "Why doesn't Miss Yu go home to be with her son at this time?"
"..."
"Why don't you act now? Huh?"
#Acting is fun for a while#
·The male protagonist is just the acting head teacher and his job will be changed later.
·Reunion/Watching the movie is a misunderstanding
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Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response