The blind date went to the wrong room, but was confessed by the other party

Fangzheng waited until Yang Xiaoxue left, then rubbed his right arm with his hand, thinking that it is really not easy to provoke a woman to come to her aunt, and she is just pretending to be stupid, she is too exaggerated.

The first 10 minutes after Yang Xiaoxue and the two left the teaching building were actually quite smooth, and Jiang Xiyao didn't say anything strange in the middle.

I just heard Yang Xiaoxue explaining to herself where the cafeteria is, where the playground is, and some interesting habits and special equipment in the school.

After taking Jiang Xiyao around for a while, the two returned to the art room on the first floor of the teaching building.

The 10-minute introduction made Yang Xiaoxue feel at ease for the time being. Mr. Jiang probably didn't notice his own feelings for Fang Zheng.

so far so good.

Use the key to open the art room door.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the art room of our school. Because it is not used very much, it is basically closed. After the art competition starts, it will be open all day, and students can come anytime."

Jiang Xiyao nodded, entered the studio, and found that the school's studio is not small, with enough space for forty or fifty drawing boards.

Moreover, the school should have dealt with the hygiene of the studio long ago. There was no dusty smell when entering. The drawing boards and papers were all newly bought, and the ground was clean.

Yang Xiaoxue: "From now on, this is where the two of us will work, oh! There is also an office on the first floor that the principal has vacated for you. If you are tired, you can sit in the office for a while. I will take you there now to have a look." ?”

Jiang Xiyao came to a drawing board, on which were some paintings left by unknown students.

"Let's take a rest here, I'm a little tired from shopping."

Yang Xiaoxue didn't understand the meaning of Jiang Xiyao's words for a while, and even thought it was strange: "The office is only a few steps away from here, not far away, I will accompany you to rest there..."

Jiang Xiyao, who was staring at the drawing board, suddenly looked at Yang Xiaoxue who was standing beside her, and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Mr. Yang, I like to speak straight. Do you know why I came to this school to be the person in charge?"

In fact, the first thought that popped into Yang Xiaoxue's mind was that she should come to see Fangzheng, but Yang Xiaoxue didn't dare to say that.

"It can be seen that President Jiang usually pays attention to education, and participating in the art competition should be beneficial to your company.."

Jiang Xiyao breathed a sigh of relief, not intending to make any more detours, and interrupted her:

"I'm here for Fangzheng. There's been a lot of business in the company recently, and I don't have much time to spend with him, so I specially use the name of the art competition to spend more time with Fangzheng."

Yang Xiaoxue's palms were inexplicably sweaty, and she smiled awkwardly: "Yes...is it? It's understandable, after all, Teacher Fang is your boyfriend."

"Does Teacher Yang have a boyfriend?"

"This...not yet."

"Why don't you find someone?"

Yang Xiaoxue held the key in her hand vigorously.

"Have you met someone you like yet, Mr. Jiang, why don't I accompany you to the office on the first floor to have a look..."

Jiang Xiyao stood up straight and stared at Yang Xiaoxue without hesitation: "Have you met yet? Then what do you think of my Fangzheng?"

"What.. what.."

Yang Xiaoxue's face turned red all of a sudden, she was really afraid of this woman.

He hesitated and said: "Mr. Jiang, stop joking. How can I like Teacher Fang, and isn't he in love with you now?"

The corners of Jiang Xiyao's mouth curled up: "I said you liked him? And why are you so nervous?"

"I..no, I just..just.."

"You're not very good at lying."

Jiang Xiyao slowly sat in front of a drawing board, picked up a paintbrush and tried to appreciate:

"Actually, it's quite normal for Mr. Yang to like my boyfriend. After all, Fangzheng is indeed very attractive to women, and I am no exception. But after all, it's a matter of first come, first served, don't you think so?"

Yang Xiaoxue lowered her head, her fingers were a little white at the joints because she was holding the key too tightly.

"Yes.."

Jiang Xiyao: "Usually at school, do you two often have lunch together?"

Actually, Yang Xiaoxue didn't want to tell the truth, but at this moment, she still answered by a ghost: "Yes..."

"So he mentioned me to you?"

"Yes.."

Jiang Xiyao glanced at Yang Xiaoxue: "Then what do you think? Are you planning to quit, or are you planning to?"

Yang Xiaoxue raised her head suddenly, and looked at Jiang Xiyao with red eyes: "I...I didn't mean that! I...I really like Teacher Fang, but I definitely didn't mean to snatch him away from you. For me, he's just fine."

Jiang Xiyao's hand touching the brush suddenly stopped, because the woman realized something from Yang Xiaoxue's words.

This woman didn't seem to have just met Fang Zheng.

Yang Xiaoxue was so anxious that she didn't know what to say: "I...in short, I didn't, Mr. Jiang, I will tell the principal to hand over the person in charge of the art competition to Teacher Fang, and I will quit."

Jiang Xiyao was very surprised by Yang Xiaoxue's complete abandonment, she looked at the other party who was about to cry.

His face became serious.

Then Jiang Xiyao suddenly laughed, she put down her brush, took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to Yang Xiaoxue, stood up:

"Sorry, my tone was a little serious just now, don't take it to heart."

Yang Xiaoxue stared down at the tissue and said softly, "So you...can you trust me..."

"Of course, I can see that you didn't lie to me, but as a woman, I hope you can still consider my feelings. After all, you are really beautiful and attractive, and I am also worried."

The corners of Yang Xiaoxue's mouth twitched, and then she took the tissue in Jiang Xiyao's hand and wiped away her tears: "Thank you, I understand what you mean, don't worry, I have already applied for a place to study abroad with my mother. Time is running out."

"Your mother?"

"It's the principal."

Jiang Xiyao smiled and said, "So that's how it is." She took out a business card: "Ms. Yang, if you need help abroad in the future, you can contact me at any time. I owe you a favor."

Yang Xiaoxue was taken aback for a moment, and then she also laughed, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Thank you, but don't bother me. It's strange that you owe me a favor, but Mr. Jiang, you are really a good match with Mr. Fang. I wish you two can grow well together in the future."

"Thank you."

Jiang Xiyao wiped her tears with her hands. A few hours later, Fang Zheng was in a daze in the office when he received a message from Yang Xiaoxue.

"Mr. Fang, I'm going abroad for a trip recently. The school granted me a long vacation. I applied to the principal for the art competition and said that you will be the person in charge first. I hope you and Mr. Jiang will work hard. Come on."

Fangzheng stared at the message on the phone with a blank expression on his face.

"Huh?! What's going on?!"

He wanted to call Yang Xiaoxue to ask what was going on, but...there was no answer.

And after Yang Xiaoxue's text message, Jiang Xiyao also sent a message: "Come to the art room, I have something to tell you!"

Chapter 66 Maxima and Bole

In the principal's office on the top floor of the teaching building, Director Wang, the dean of the third grade, stood there like a grandson.

Just looking at the other person's eyes made me too scared to say a word.

He has been standing here since he was called by the principal from the office two hours ago, and the principal just came back to the office a few minutes ago.

The female principal smiled and said, "Director Wang, I just came back because I was busy with something. Why don't you sit down?"

Wang Baichuan chuckled: "It's good to stand, it's good to stand, principal, sit down."

The female principal sat on a chair with a document: "Director Wang, I don't think I need to make it very clear about some things. Because our school is a private school, some systems are indeed imperfect compared to public schools, but At least in terms of salary, our school treats you veteran teachers well."

Wang Baichuan nodded: "Yes, yes, the principal is right."

"The consequences of this video incident are quite serious. Since you are an old teacher and have been working diligently in the school since the early days of the school, I will not say anything else. I just hope that Director Wang will take care of himself in the future and stop amplifying his personal prejudices. So much so that because of a small conflict, the reputation of our school was ruined."

Wang Baichuan still nodded: "Yes, yes, what the principal said is true."

The headmistress handed Wang Baichuan the information in her hand, and the man took it hesitantly.

The female principal said: "As for your personal grievances with Teacher Fang, as a bystander, I sincerely advise you to have a good relationship with Teacher Fang and not to intensify the conflict. I still have something to do, so you can go back first."

Wang Baichuan groaned, and finally said some polite words, but he just planned to leave the office.

The headmistress said again with a gloomy face: "You can take care of yourself, if there is another incident, the school will not handle it so easily."

The moment the door to the principal's office was closed, Wang Baichuan's face was pale, he rubbed his numb legs, and hurriedly opened the document that the principal had just handed to him.

That document was a proof document of the school's technology, and it clearly stated that the mobile phone model and network IP address released by the school's report video were exactly the same as Wang Baichuan's own.

Sweat gushed out of the middle-aged man's forehead. He was so frightened that he saw that there was no one else in the corridor, and quickly put away the documents.

While wiping off his sweat, he returned to the big office on the third floor. There was no one else in the office right now. Yang Xiaoxue, Fang Zheng, and the physical education teacher surnamed Pan were not there.

Wang Baichuan stared at the computer screen in the office, recalling the face of the female headmaster reprimanding him just now, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he felt restless, and finally came up with an idea.

"No, I have to find a new home quickly. After the principal finds out that I posted the video, he will specify that he will wear small shoes for me in the future. It doesn't matter if the position of the dean is not guaranteed. In case the dean is right in the future If it's on my head, then my old face will be completely lost!"

But where to go?Now is not a good time to change jobs.

Wang Baichuan thought about it left and right, and finally he suddenly thought of a person!Jiang Xiyao, Mr. Jiang, who came to the office this morning!

Wang Baichuan turned on the computer and searched for Jiang Xiyao's name on Baidu. Not long after, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled.

Because the information displayed on Baidu is exactly what she thought, Mr. Jiang is very concerned about education and public resources, so he has sponsored education donations for many schools.

She especially respects the talents of teachers. It was also said in the news that Mr. Jiang once recruited an excellent young teacher who wanted to devote himself to education, and now he seems to be the manager of a small department of the Jiang Group.

Wang Baichuan nodded, feeling very much in his heart at the moment, a feeling that Qianlima often has but Bole doesn't often have.

Tulip Middle School doesn't understand its own teaching philosophy, Mr. Jiang may not understand it!

Having set a goal in my heart, and seeing that the get out of class is about to end at this time, I plan to go to the first floor to try my luck first, to see how Mr. Jiang treats me.

The teaching building of Tulip Middle School has two stairs, east and west. After Fangzheng received Jiang Xiyao's text message, he went down the east stairs unhurriedly. When he reached the first floor, he saw that the door of the art room was open from afar.

He quickened his pace and wanted to go over. Seeing the exclamation mark in the text message just now, Jiang Xiyao was probably a little anxious.

But when he came to the door of the art room, he suddenly saw an old acquaintance coming down the west stairs.

Director Wang Baichuan!

Fangzheng met him face to face, and they both stood in the corridor in a daze.

Fangzheng was puzzled: "Director Wang?"

Wang Baichuan was also puzzled: "Mr. Fang? You are not in the office, Mr. Fang. What are you doing on the first floor?"

Fangzheng thought for a while, and replied perfunctorily: "I just went out for a trip. Didn't I just come back to the teaching building and drop by the toilet on the first floor, are you here?"

Wang Baichuan swallowed, but seemed a little hasty:

"I'm here to see how the art competition is going, Mr. Yang, but Mr. Fang, you are usually busy enough. Every day you go out for one thing or another! There are more things than me, the dean!"

Fangzheng chuckled: "After all, I just came to school not long ago, and there are many things to do. Oh, don't you want to go to the art room? Director Wang, please!"

He made a gesture of invitation, Wang Baichuan ignored Fang Zheng, straightened his clothes, and walked into the art room.

Fang looked curiously at the heroic director Wang with a smile on his face.

I thought to myself, this old bald donkey is usually lazy in school all day, why is he so concerned about the art competition today?

There are tricks.

But just ask Jiang Xiyao later.

In the art room, Jiang Xiyao had already taken the lunch she had prepared from the car, she found a vacant seat by the window, set up the lunch box, and just waited for Fangzheng to come over.

It's just that people are coming, but they don't seem to be Fang Zheng.

Jiang Xiyao heard footsteps, turned around and realized that it was Director Wang who was in the same office as Fang, and stood up.

With puzzlement: "Director Wang? Why are you here?"

Wang Baichuan smiled happily when facing Jiang Xiyao, and hurried over to shake hands with her: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, I was in a hurry in the office just now, and I didn't have time to say hello to you. I came to see how you and Teacher Yang are progressing." How is it? Is everything going well?"

Jiang Xiyao looked at the door, and found that Fang Zheng was looking at her with half of her body stretched out, and the man pointed at Director Wang, Jiang Xiyao immediately understood.

She had no choice but to shake hands with the other party perfunctorily, and said with a smile, "It went well. Teacher Yang introduced the school situation to me almost the same."

Wang Baichuan said happily: "Really? Then... Where is Mr. Yang?"

"He kind of went back in advance."

Wang Baichuan felt that the opportunity to express himself came: "Hey, then Teacher Yang is really good! You are still young, I don't know your status and neglected to take care of you, I really neglected you!"

He looked at the boxed lunch that Jiang Xiyao had prepared on the table, and intentionally flattered him and said, "Why does Mr. Jiang have lunch here? Aren't you going to the office? I remember the principal arranged an office for you, how about I take you there?"