Little Mr. is one hundred years old

When she went downstairs early in the morning and saw someone sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea, Qing Huan hadn't reacted yet——

"M?"

The person on the sofa turned his head and smiled at him: "Good morning, Mr. Bai."

"When did you come back?"

Qing Huan walked over slowly - today's M is very different, unlike before, where the whole body seemed to be filled with darkness, now the whole person looks unusually bright.With the hair tied up, the whole face is exposed, and the scar does not damage the handsome face, and adds to the charm.And his clothes are also different, now he is wearing a dark blue windbreaker, from the collar to the buttons, every detail has an elegant texture, coupled with that face, he feels like a nobleman from Europe .

Wait, this painting style has changed too fast, right?

"I came at four o'clock in the morning, and Mr. Bai was still sleeping at that time."

"Where have you been these days?"

"I feel so boring (boring) and want to find something to do."

"Find something..." Qing Huan had a bad feeling: "What did you do to you?"

M took a document from the side and gave it to Qing Huan, Qing Huan took it, opened it suspiciously, and saw that the title was - Artist Economic Contract...

Qing Huan read one by one, her brows became tighter and tighter: "What is this..."

"I thought it would be interesting to live with a new identity."

"Is this what you're talking about?" Qing Huan pointed at the contract.

M nodded: "Mr. Bai doesn't think so?"

"The new identity you said is to be a star?"

M smiled and said, "I was walking on the street, and that man followed me and asked me if I wanted to be a star, and I agreed."

"You are so casual." Qing Huan looked at the contract in her hand: "Mori Sterling... Nationality British, 25 years old...Chinese-English mixed race? Are you sure?" Qing Huan looked up at him.

"Chinese can save a lot of trouble." M said succinctly.

"You're quite thoughtful." Qing Huan returned the contract to him: "So your new identity is settled now?"

M nodded: "I've already started working."

"So fast? What are you doing?"

"Model." M said, "Maybe Mr. Bai will see me in Magazine soon."

"It seems that you are adapting to your new job very quickly," Qing Huan said, "I don't know when your novelty will pass."

"I thought, this time I'm going to play this role well and live like a normal human being."

It's rare to see M so serious, Qing Huan raised her eyebrows: "Are you serious?"

"Sure." M's silver gray eyes stared at Qing Huan.

"That……"

"I'm going to move out today and live in the flat (apartment) arranged by the company."

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment: "So, you came back to bid farewell to me?"

M nodded again: "It's time to trouble Mr. Bai."

"You don't have to be so polite..." Although Qing Huan had always felt that there was one more person in the villa, it was awkward, but during this time M was away, and Qing Huan would sometimes go to his room to see if he was back... "It's not bad for you to prepare for a new life..."

"Will Mr. Bai miss me?" M looked at him with a smile—perhaps because of the color of his pupils, M's gaze was always deep, as if he could look into your heart.

"Huh?" Qing Huan stared at him blankly for a while, not knowing how to answer.

M giggled a few times before saying: "I need time, I will come to Mr. Bai. Goodbye, Mr. Bai."

Qing Huan felt that today's M was too different, but he didn't figure out anything, M had already left.

Looking at the closed door, Qing Huan sighed—forget it, this guy is already weird, and he should be weird when he becomes normal.

Qing Huan didn't take M's matter to heart either, because he was about to start school.

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"Acting head teacher?" Qing Huan was dozing off at first, but after hearing Ji Zhiqiu's words, she perked up and asked, "What about Teacher Zheng?"

"It is said that Witch Zheng's husband is in poor health and was hospitalized, so she took a long vacation to take care of him." Ji Zhiqiu curled his lips: "The acting head teacher is also our acting Chinese teacher. I heard that he is a newcomer. When our class teacher..."

"Maybe someone has real skills, not necessarily relying on background." Qing Huan retorted.

"Xiao Qinghuan, you are still too young..." Ji Zhiqiu was finally able to show off in front of Qing Huan, he patted Qing Huan's head, shook his head and said: "In this society, you are in school, there is no background, how can you give it to me?" You can get in as soon as you say, and you are still the head teacher..."

Qing Huan wanted to slap his hand away, but the person sitting next to him moved away Ji Zhiqiu's hand one step faster than herself——Qing Huan glanced at the expressionless Chen Ziran, this guy is really action-oriented and doesn't talk much Say a few words, but the reaction is quick in action...

"I'm talking to Qing Huan, what are you doing?" Ji Zhiqiu was obviously upset.

"Speak as you speak, why move your hands?" Chen Ziran said coldly.

"It's none of your business, Qing Huan didn't say anything." Ji Zhiqiu stared at him: "Who do you think you are, always playing between me and Qing Huan?"

What does it mean to "get in the way"... Qing Huan felt that the direction of these words was getting more and more biased, so she interrupted them and said, "Okay, it's time to go to class, you guys should rest."

Ji Zhiqiu snorted coldly, Chen Ziran glanced at him, and sat back.

They are really two naive little ghosts——Qing Huan forgot that the one living in Chen Ziran's body is about the same age as her, no, it should be said that she doesn't know how many times her soul.

The class is over, and the first class of the school year is the class of the class teacher - Chinese class.Usually the first class is the time for the head teacher to lecture. Summarize the last semester and look forward to this semester. As a Chinese teacher, one class is not enough.However, because today is the new acting head teacher's class, all the students can't help but have some expectations.

Qing Huan propped her chin, while playing with the pen, while looking at the door like other students.

"Click, click" is the sound of leather shoes, not the high heels of women, but the calmness of the footsteps, it should be a man.

When that slender and superior figure appeared at the door, there were whispers in the classroom—mainly from girls.

Mature pike hair, bangs combed sideways to reveal a high and full forehead, deep eyes, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on a tall nose bridge, handsome yet elegant.If the girls in the class were given a scoring device, most of them would give a score of [-] for body + [-] for appearance, which is unambiguous.

From the moment he appeared, Qing Huan's gaze was always on him, but unlike the gazes of those girls who adored and followed him, his gaze should be...surprised and unbelievable.

The new head teacher came in, put the textbooks between his arms on the podium, and showed a gentle smile to the students in the audience: "Hello students, my surname is You, especially You, and I will be your agent from today on." Class teacher and Chinese teacher, you can call me 'Mr. You' from now on."

The mentality of many girls is: Well, the voice is also close to full marks.

How could it be him……

Qing Huan held down his heart—the strange thing is that his body no longer has that kind of reaction.

He lowered his head, picked up the pen, wrote the word "You" on the paper, and then unconsciously added a stroke, that is "Dragon".