[Tutorial] Baozi, go with mom

"Shushasha..." The tip of the pen quickly passed across the white paper and made a 'rustle' sound.

In the spacious and bright office, the blond man was sitting at a huge desk, reviewing the documents in front of him with a serious expression.He took it in his hand and put down the documents one by one.

So much so that he himself can't remember how many times he repeated this action.

"Giotto, take a break!" A cup of steaming tea was pushed into the sight of the blond man.

Holding the pen, the non-stop moving hand stopped, Giotto raised his head, his orange-gold eyes stared at the red-haired man with tattoos on his face, his good brother G who grew up with him through thick and thin.

The slightly frowned eyebrows were loosened, and she smiled softly, "I'm sorry, G~" The gentle voice, no matter how you listen to it, makes people relax unconsciously.

Let G, who had a serious look before, gradually relax after seeing the smile of the blond man, "Giotto, don't always put everything on your shoulders, don't forget, we are not only friends, but also brothers !"

"Hehe... I know G, that's exactly the case, so, as the leader elected by you, of course I have to work harder!" Giotto said half-jokingly, put down the pen in his hand, and picked up the cup of tea .

"Giotto!" G shook his head helplessly, and sighed with his hands on his forehead. For his brother's stubborn temper...

Giotto still smiled without saying a word, and brought the cup to his mouth, a very special fragrance wafted from the teacup to his nostrils, and Giotto felt in an instant... the whole person was much more refreshed. "This is it?" He took a sip slightly , a faint bitter taste pervades the mouth, but it doesn't feel bad to drink, on the contrary, I like it very much.

Looking up to the side, G wanted to know the answer from his mouth.

"Grandma Wu gave it to me when we were leaving yesterday, Chinese tea~ the name seems to be... Biluochun~" G stroked his red hair, leaned against the table, and took out a cigarette from his pocket ,ignite.

"Grandma Wu..."

Giotto's thoughts drifted a little, the fingers holding the cup rubbed against the cup, it was very smooth to the touch, something came to mind... His eyes shifted from the tea leaves floating in the cup to the cup in his hand.

I found that... the cup is a very delicate ceramic cup, which is also Chinese style.

Suddenly, the face of a woman with black hair and black eyes appeared in his mind.

The woman he met in that store last night before G and his other partners arrived.

She doesn't belong to the beautiful type, but it makes people feel very comfortable to look at. The black hair is very long and looks very soft, and there is a very lazy feeling emanating from the woman's whole body, but the man is Not lazy...probably.

But instead, he thought of the embarrassment he made in front of that woman.

Really... I couldn't help but hold my forehead.

Rubbing his aching temples, why did he suddenly become so useless, and in front of the lady...

"Pa~" I relaxed my vigilance for a moment, loosened my hand a little, the ceramic cup fell and got stuck on the table "Wow~" Water spilled all over the table, not to mention wet the documents, some of them even ran along the table It trickled down to Giotto's pants.

Giotto picked up the water-stained document in shock, and stood up immediately!

G, who was standing by the side, saw this situation, quickly picked up the rag that was placed not far away, put it on the table to absorb water, then opened the drawer on Giotto's right hand side, took out a towel from it, and wiped the wet cloth for him. dropped pants.

"You are really as big as Giotto, but still so... rough!" G couldn't help complaining.

Giotto smiled heartily, touched his golden head, and stopped G's hand, "I can do it myself, G!"

"Kach~" The door of the office was pushed open from the outside.

"Hi~ Excuse me, I'm here to apply for Tao..." The other party didn't say the rest.

Giotto and G looked at the door at the same time, completely oblivious to how ambiguous their actions were at this moment.

Especially...G was helping Giotto to wipe his pants, and put his hand on Giotto's private place...and Giotto wanted to come by himself, so he grabbed G's hand, and the two of them were very close .

From the perspective of the door, it looks like...

"Sorry for the interruption!" The person standing at the door bowed embarrassedly, took a step back, and quickly closed the door.

Giotto and G looked at each other, did they misunderstand something? ! !

Ah hello!This must be a misunderstanding!

The two let go of their hands at the same time and stood up straight.

Embarrassing, embarrassing!

G coughed lightly, "I... I'll go see if that person has left." He walked out of the office with a very bad expression.

Seeing that the door was closed, Giotto sighed involuntarily, scratched the blond hair on his head, and looked down at his almost wet pants, taking advantage of this time, it would be better for him to change the wet pants.

Turning around, he walked into his private lounge beside him.

When Giotto tidied himself up and came out of the lounge.

Then I saw G with a grumpy face, and... the woman I met last night.

Very surprised, and the woman's expression was also very surprised.

"..." The room was quiet for a while, and finally Giotto broke the silence, "Well, miss, thank you so much for last night."

The woman shook her hand, "No, it's just a small effort." Xiumei frowned slightly, and said again with some uncertainty, "Excuse me... are you the...principal of Vongola Primary School?"

Giotto nodded, "Well, yes, my name is Giotto Vongola, and I was originally Italian, but, for some reason, I now live in Japan, and my Japanese name is Ieyasu Sawada."

Said very gently, stretched out his right hand.

The woman was very generous, and she held the slender hand without any restraint, and could clearly feel the cocoon in the other's hand, "Hello, my name is Mu Glaze, Chinese, and I am an intern member of the Chinese Ceramic Art Exchange Group. I am engaged in ceramic art. It has been three years, and this time, I came here to apply for the position of ceramic art teacher here, may I ask, is there still a shortage of ceramic art teachers?"

The two let go of each other's hand at the same time, and there was a polite distance between them...

"Well, Ms. Mu is very welcome to come to our school. In fact, it is only the first time for us to teach ceramics. We just plan to try to open some different courses to enrich students' extracurricular life. We also only plan to teach ceramics. Accept one, although a quota has been determined before, but since Miss Mu is willing to come to our primary school as a pottery teacher, I am very happy to accept it!"

Very polite statement.

She obviously didn't even give any proof.

For such a reply, Glaze didn't like it very much, but it didn't show it. She reached out and took out her resume from her bag, and handed it to Giotto, "Principal Vongola, don't say that, I'm just a student who just got it. I am a junior potter, and my pottery skills are not very good, this is my resume, please read it before making a decision!"

To be honest, rely on real skills, not just those unreliable relationships, these have always been her standards of life.

Besides, she also has her self-confidence and self-esteem. Giotto gave her a feeling that she entered because of a relationship, which is very bad.

Although she has only just obtained the certificate of a junior potter, she has been doing pottery for more than ten years.

Because she was born in a family of pottery artists, the family has made pottery for a living, so she was trained to do pottery since she was a child, whether she likes it or not.

And when she just started to have some memories when she was 4 years old, she accidentally saw her parents making ceramics together. Since then, she has fallen in love with the art of ceramics crazily, and began to study hard, study hard, and make her own. s work.

But...she never takes her works to the outside world for any display, but puts them in boxes and puts them in her studio.

Each of her works has a very unique meaning to her.

Giotto looked at the woman in front of him, and was very puzzled by her actions. Wouldn't ordinary women be very excited and happy to accept this situation?But... the woman in front of him was different. From her eyes, he felt a slight dissatisfaction.

Puzzled, he took the resume, flipped through it, and the first thing he saw was the one-inch photo. The woman in the photo... shouldn't be a young girl, because she was wearing ponytails in the photo.

Looking down, the graduate school is written "Department of Art, University of Rome, Italy."

"Miss Mu studied in Italy before?" Giotto was a little surprised.

Glaze nodded.

"Then, we are destined, then Miss Mu's interest in Italian..."

"Except for some too special regional dialects, I can understand them all."

"It's really great." Giotto was very excited. He closed his resume, and his golden eyes smiled like crescent moons. Many orphans we brought over from Italy are worried about what to do! Now, having Ms. Mu here is really a big help." That Mu's voice was like a spring breeze. (Fog Beast: Don’t ask me why the Japanese government agreed to allow so many Italian children to live in Japan, hmph~ I can only answer, with Vongola’s power and arrogance, who would dare to stop it!!!)

"..." Well, Ying Ci despised herself a little in her heart, because the little unhappiness she had before all disappeared after seeing the man's smile.

What a f***ing...foul smile.

But... an orphan in Italy?

Thinking of how poor those children were when she was studying in Italy, she has participated in many charitable donations, and she has gone to orphanages or churches to help take care of those who have no parents, or because Homeless children on their way home.

The man in front of him will specially take those children to Japan and take care of them...

Just admit that he is a nice guy.

"Okay, I see. I will report tomorrow. By the way, Principal Vongola, do you have any requirements for work? The working hours are as stated on the recruitment form...is it from two to six in the afternoon?"

Giotto thought for a while, "Well... that's right, the working hours are only four hours, there is no special requirement, just spend more time with those children, because they suddenly come to this strange place, coupled with the language barrier, Some children start to be autistic. Although my partner and I will take them to play as soon as we are free, we really don’t have much free time. If Ms. Mu has free time, I can take care of them If those children are paid, I can add more!"

Such a long and long speech made Glaze change a little bit about the blond man in front of him.

"Okay! Tomorrow I will report early and get to work on time." Thank you politely.

A muffled vibration suddenly sounded, and glaze porcelain froze for a moment, gestured to Giotto and G in embarrassment, took out the phone, and when he saw the caller on the screen... his complexion suddenly became a little exciting.

"I'm sorry Principal Vongola, Mr. G, I may have something to do, so I'll leave first! Thank you for giving me this opportunity." He bowed in a very formal way, turned around, and left at a faster pace.

"Ka~" Looking at the closed door, Giotto didn't know why, and some wanted to know who the person who called the woman was?

It actually made her face change so quickly...

G at the side saw a certain figure staring at a figure that no longer existed in a daze, "cough cough..." coughed remindingly.

Giotto came to his senses... He rubbed his blond hair embarrassingly, "Hehe..." He put the resume in his hand on the desk, sat down again, and started a new round of work.

The author has something to say: Ah~~ Xiu!Xiu~ Well, the overall writing of this chapter is not too bad!So repairing it means catching bugs!

In other words, the beasts only discovered it now!My bugs would be so much for yarn!

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