Tong Qiu took out Teacher Yuan Mo's signature from the transparent interlayer of the pencil case, intending to take a second look to comfort her wounded heart.

She suddenly realized that the person in her peripheral vision was a little strange.

But more of them are familiar.

Tong Qiu was stunned, and his brain was completely unable to think.

Before Yunyan turned around, Yuan Mo said, "Fang Yunyan, come with me to the mathematics teaching and research group."

The teacher from the Provincial Olympic Games Office just called to inform Yunyan of the league results.

—However, to be fair, students should check their grades at noon today.

It's only half past nine in the morning.

Even if the provincial office will announce the good news to the first place as usual.

This time is two or three hours earlier than usual.

However, what surprised Yuan Mo the most was not this, but... that Fang Yunyan asked for his signature after the teaching and research team made inquiries over and over again.

At the same table of Fang Yunyan.

Yuan Mo turned around and left.

Fang Yunyan quickly followed.

She propped her forehead, her face a little hot.

—that's where it gets.

Fang Yunyan can only pray silently in her heart now, Yuan Mo didn't see Tong Qiu's pencil case.

But this is obviously impossible.

From the angle where Mr. Yuan Mo just stood, he can really see everything on the table.

More than one signature.

If there is no other relationship between the two, Yunyan will just let it go.

Including the engagement…

Yunyan feels a bit scum.

The problem is that she didn't know about the engagement at the time.

Yunyan followed Yuan Mo downstairs while brainwashing herself.

"Teacher."

As soon as Yunyan opened her mouth, she heard the students passing by sighing about their achievements today.

"Fang Yunyan's name is very familiar, I remember it as a senior in the second year of high school."

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