Forced to marry the villain in secret and have a baby [Transmigration Book]

Jian Chun returned to the office and began to read her homework.

In addition to the tenth class she took over, there is also the ninth class she taught before.

The teacher in the office said she was dedicated, so she came to school so early.

The profession of a teacher is different from other professions. It is very flexible and basically follows the schedule.

The department teacher has more freedom. As the class teacher, Jian Chun is not on duty, so she can come later.

After listening to the nagging of several teachers, Jian Chun finally understood what was going on.

It was because she was wrong, she thought that as the head teacher, she would follow her every day like a kindergarten child.

Just thinking about it, Teacher Hong next to him complained: "These students are getting more and more outrageous. The steps of these homework are the same."

"Hey, it's vacation, who wants to do homework."

"Your science is better. A few people on my side suddenly wrote very good compositions. I don't know where they copied them."

"Students, they are all busy playing. I guess homework will be made up in the next few days."

A group of people talk to each other, and the office is not too noisy.

Jian Chun spent a little time looking at her homework. She had a class in the afternoon, so she read half of her homework and then the class to be taught in the afternoon.

She practiced lesson preparation several times at home.

Not only must these knowledge points be clearly explained to the students, but also be finished within the specified time. If there is not enough time, I am afraid that the subsequent rhythm will be disrupted.

The school bell rang.

The entire teaching building came alive, noisy, and the noisy voices of students were everywhere.

Jian Chun stood up and moved her neck.

She found that her neck was really disabled. This kind of occupational disease had developed over the years.

With courage, she rubbed her neck with cold hands, and looked out of the window again.

The location of the office is exactly in the middle of the H-shaped teaching building, and students can be seen on the left and right to relax on the balcony.

Outside, the sound of high heels stepping on the ground came, Jian Chun turned her head and saw He Yin.

The moment He Yin saw Jian Chun, her face turned cold again.

Jian Chun acted as if she didn't see the behavior of the other party's primary school student, and pressed her sore eyes.

He Yin entered, followed by a tall boy, standing in front of He Yin's desk.

He Yin said coldly: "Why didn't you hand in your homework? Jin Ziye, do you think I really have nothing to do with you?"

The student named Jin Ziye still had the attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

Most of the teachers fell silent, leaving a space for He Yin to speak.

When Jian Chun heard Jin Ziye's name, she also realized that she was a student in her class. Although she didn't fully remember the people in the class, she still knew him well.

He Yin was probably really annoyed, she said: "Jin Ziye, if you keep doing this, you really don't have to spend time at school. You don't listen to class, don't do your homework, what are you still doing at school?"

After hearing these words, Jin Ziye took a look at He Yin.

He Yin rolled her eyes, she didn't listen to whatever she said.

In the past, He Yin was just a subject teacher, and if the students were disobedient, she just complained to the head teacher.But now, she doesn't want to communicate with Jian Chun.

He Yin held back her temper and said: "I have understood the pig teaching so many times, but you still don't understand."

Jin Ziye retorted: "Of course the pigs don't understand."

Everyone in the office looked over, even Jian Chun took a high look at the student.

He Yin also stood up, pointed at Jin Ziye and said, "The school has many more people who work harder than you. If you don't want to learn, you might as well get involved in the society earlier. Anyway, if you stay for a few years, you won't be able to learn anything."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Jian Chun couldn't help but stop it aloud: "Mr. He, aren't you talking too much?"

When He Yin saw Jian Chun, she didn't look good.

Jian Chun walked to Jin Ziye's side, "Mr. He, you give him such a bad definition just because he didn't hand in his homework. Don't you think you are too negligent as a teacher."

He Yin glanced at Jian Chun and said, "I have my own way of teaching students."

"Oh." Jane nodded.

She approached Jin Ziye and raised her chin towards the outside of the office.

Jin Ziye said coldly, "Don't worry about it."

"I don't care who cares, I'm your teacher." Jian Chun slapped the other person on the shoulder.

The boy moved his lips, and his sinister eyes swept across the two of them.

Jian Chun had a sneer on her face, she didn't expect to meet a thorny student on the first day.

The students who can enter their school, except for the hard exams, are entrusted by their families to get in, or they have been excellent in the past, but now they have no success.

No matter what kind of person he is, Jian Chun treats him equally and says, "Go out and talk."

Jin Ziye wanted to say something else, but Jian Chun said impatiently: "It's nice to be teased here? Or do you think it's great to play tricks with the teacher?"

Jin Ziye was tall and tall, a head taller than Jian Chun, but Jian Chun stood in front of him, her momentum was not weak at all.

Jin Ziye looked at Jian Chun, turned around and walked outside the classroom.

Seeing this, He Yin let out a slight snort.

It is impossible for all teachers to be good-tempered, and to play both soft and hard ways, it depends on which set the students take.He Yin has always been like this, and she doesn't think she said anything wrong.

She wants to see how capable Jian Chun is.

Jian Chun glanced back at He Yin, and followed her out.

The two stood in the aisle with few people, Jin Ziye still had that attitude on his face.

Jian Chun looked at Jin Ziye, "Go back to the classroom first, you are in a bad mood now, I know you won't be obedient."

Jin Ziye raised his eyebrows, not understanding.

Jian Chun patted him on the shoulder again, and when she was about to turn around, she suddenly stopped, looked at the boy and said, "I don't care if you hand in English or not, you must hand in physics, if you don't, you can ask me. "

After Jian Chun finished speaking, she also turned and went back to the office.

Jin Ziye's expression was wonderful, looking at Jian Chun's appearance, he seemed to be watching a psychopath.

Jian Chun put on a show and let out a long breath in a place where no one saw.

In the past, their school also encountered such students. Their families were rich, and they supported them since they were young. They disobeyed everyone at school.

For such students, the teacher usually uses tough methods, which creates a gap between the two.

Jian Chun returned to the office, took a notebook for daily work, and added Jin Ziye's name.

In He Yin's third class, staying in the same office as Jian Chun now, it seems that this place is not pleasing to the eye, and there is not pleasing to the eye.

Because no one spoke, He Yin took the book and put the cup in a particularly loud voice.

Jian Chun was absorbed in her own thoughts, and did not look at what He Yin was doing.

It was only eleven o'clock, and Jian Chun's cell phone vibrated again.

Yu Siyi's information.

Pressing the screen quickly with her fingers, Jian Chun looked away from the phone screen and scanned around the office.

It was nothing before, but now, Jane feels something is wrong.

Because of Yu Siyi's remarks.

Before it was changed, the note was 'Dear'.

After changing it, it will be her real name. If someone sees it, Jian Chun will not be able to tell.

Jian Chun clicked on it and stared at the name of the note for a long time.

The relationship is neither awkward nor awkward, and nothing is right.

She thought about it, swipe her finger, and the note was completed.

--that whoever.

The avatar of 'Who' is a half-length photo of himself, with long curly hair covering his chest, covering most of his skin. The person in the photo is looking at the camera with his head tilted, with deep-set eyes and a slight smile on his lips.

Those who are familiar with the entertainment industry will definitely recognize it at a glance.

But now there are a lot of people using celebrities as profile pictures, and Jian Chun didn't worry about it.

That who: "The reception is over, let's go to the hotel for dinner later."

The Who: "Feels like waistline calling for help."

A thick pile of homework is piled up on the desktop, and Jian Chun's phone is just hidden in the shadow of the homework.

Jian Chun typed: "Oh."

That who: "Send me a copy of the class schedule."

Jian Chun was vigilant: "What are you doing?"

That who: "What if I disturb you."

What else can I do, isn't it bothering her now?

Jian Chun curled her lips and ignored her.

That who: [The kitten squats in the corner and cries.gif]

Jian Chun was stuck in her throat with words, didn't that woman think she was cute at her age...

The kitten looked at Jian Chun aggrievedly. Jian Chun felt that the emoji was too beautiful, and it didn't match the person in his impression at all.

Jian Chun's heart was depressed, and she always felt that there was something indescribable. If she insisted on saying something, it might have nothing to do with her, but she didn't feel fair.

Jian Chun squinted her eyes and typed quickly: "I saw an interesting push."

That who: "What? #很节"

Jian Chun clicked her tongue, feeling that she was impulsive.

But this is good through the chat box. If you have something to say, you can go straight to it. All the states of the other party are supplemented by your brain, and your emotions can be easily magnified.

Jian Chun was blunt: "The interaction between you and that male star. I heard it was very good."

Who: "Really?"

That who: "Baby, you have to trust him, our kisses are all borrowed seats."

Simple: "..."

Jian Chun: "There's even kissing."

That who: "Baby are you angry? #poor"

Jian Chun was not angry, but very calm.

She now has two choices, one is to make a fuss emotionally, and the other is to ignore it.

Jian Chun hesitated for a moment, "Didn't you say you would handle it well?"

Yu Siyi: "That's right~ now the publicity is all on film and television, not real people."

Jian Chun smiled: "A woman's mouth is a deceiving ghost."

Yu Siyi replied quickly: "You still don't know whether my mouth can deceive you or not?"

"..."

"..."

Jane was silent.

Can you still speak well, and can you treat people as love words?

Jian Chun pushed the stool away, got up, and went out from the office.

The corridor diagonally opposite was empty and the location was convenient.

Jian Chun quickly cut through the mess and typed a few words.

After the fight, he quickly blocked the other party's chat, turned off the Internet, and took a guilty conscience by the way.

At the same time, Yu Siyi, who was lazily leaning on the pillow and listening to the manager's itinerary, received the message. She drooped her eyelids and smiled, which was her usual gentleness when facing her family.

With a click, the fingerprint was unlocked, Yu Siyi glanced away, and her fingers stopped abruptly.

Her smile gradually froze, and her amber eyes narrowed slightly, as if she wanted to see something through the screen.

On the screen, there is only one sentence.

"I want to divorce you."

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