I Have a Happy Ending with the Mistress' Ex-Boyfriend

Jian Qiaoxin looked at the Little Sun live broadcast platform in her hand with a smile, and had some inexplicable expectations for this very novel experience.

After the director was forced to finish talking, he was overjoyed: "If that's the case, then let's start?"

Yan Gan played with the mobile phone in his hand, and became a little interested: "Since we want to play, let's see how to divide the labor, we can't get together to do one thing together."

Jian Qiaoxin also agreed: "Just now the director said that you can cook, substitute for teachers, repair tables and chairs, and clean up?"

Fu Lougui took the water glass sent by the female teacher, and took a sip: "Both Agan and I don't know how to cook, so we'll finish the rough work, and you two will choose light work to do."

After briefly thinking about it: "Then how about I cook, Xiaoxin, you go to substitute for the class?"

Jian Qiaoxin was caught off guard by being called, and he was taken aback: "I go to class? But I, I have no experience, I have never taught anyone!"

"It's nothing." The female teacher next to him comforted him: "The children are only in the first or second grade now, and what they learn is only simple and easy to teach. Don't worry!"

Jian Qiaoxin couldn't refuse, so he nodded, and said to Yan Gan, "Then what are you going to do?"

It's really dreamy for Yan to be a big boss. It's really dreamy to ask someone to clean up or repair tables and chairs. This is a master who has never worked at home.

Yan Gan looked at his hesitant expression and raised his eyebrows: "Why, what do you think I can't do?"

"No!" Jian Qiaoxin hurriedly shook his head, and he hurriedly said, "I'll just ask."

Yan Gan smiled, and he chose one: "Let's fix the tables and chairs."

It just so happens that he can be in the classroom, and Fu Lougui can also spend more time in the kitchen while cleaning.

After everyone discussed what to do, the live broadcast started.

The program team had done a good job of publicity before the live broadcast, because there are already many viewers on Little Sun who have been looking forward to it for a long time.

After Jian Qiaoxin took the selfie stick and connected it to the phone, his face appeared on the screen of the phone. The front camera was very clear, because there were no makeup artists following him on the deserted island, so he just put on sunscreen when he went out today. The face of the young man who appeared on the screen was also without makeup, his fair cheeks were a little reddish from the sun, and half of his white T-shirt was exposed. He smiled at the camera, and he was not sure if this would be given by his agent. kill.

Jian Qiaoxin looked at the camera, and hesitantly said to the photographer next to him: "Um, is anyone watching?"

The photographer brother said: "Yes."

Jian Qiaoxin felt that he was just having an awkward chat, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Hi everyone, I am Jian Qiaoxin. I am currently in the primary school in xx village. Today I am going to substitute for the children. My husband came here with him, he wants to... cough, repair tables and chairs for the children."

The barrage began to leave messages in twos and threes. Jian Qiaoxin's selfie stick was a bit long. He couldn't see the barrage clearly, but he wanted to see it again, so he shrank the distance of the selfie stick a little and looked at it curiously.

Walking Horse Xingchen: "Tell Mr. Yan, let him show his face!"

Feng Xu: "Why doesn't the boss show his face!"

Pretending to be online: "Mr. Yan doesn't show his face, bad review!"

"..."

If Jian Qiaoxin was not sure that he did not take the wrong phone, he suspected that he was holding Yan Gan's phone. Isn't this his live broadcast room? Why are they all talking about Yan Gan?

Also, what show?

Jian Qiaoxin turned around to look for Yan Gan, and found that Yan Gan who was not far away was indeed holding a selfie stick, but what was different was that everyone else had a front camera, and he was the only one with a rear camera!

Jian Qiaoxin looked back at her message, walked into Yan Gan helplessly amidst the shouts of everyone, and whispered, "Agan."

His voice was soft, with a little softness, and those who listened felt itchy.

Yan Gan stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the tables and chairs, and turned around when he heard the words: "What?"

"Just..." Jian Qiaoxin looked at her live broadcast room again, and said after considering, "Why didn't you turn on the front end? They said they wanted to see you."

Although many people asked to see Yan Gan's face, Jian Qiao didn't adjust the angle of his live broadcast room so that he could see Yan Gan when he came here. Unless Yan Gan was willing to show his face, otherwise he would not consume Yan Gan.

Yan Gan casually took the toolbox handed to him by the staff, and randomly picked in it: "Do they want to see me?"

The voice of this sentence is a bit loud. Make sure that Jian Qiaoxin's mobile phone can record the sound so that the audience can hear it, and also let his own audience hear it. Countless pictures can be made up by the brain.

Jian Qiaoxin coughed lightly: "Yes."

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth curled into a smile, and he was angry: "Uncle's appearance fee is very high."

The implication is that the money for the gift is not in place, and you want to prostitute yourself for free. This business is really a loss, and the thankless work is not a businessman's job.

Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback for a moment, he couldn't help laughing, and then said to his camera: "Did you hear that, cough, I can't help it."

Mantouchen: "Mr. Yan, you annoying little goblin!"

Lian Lianlian: "Very good, if you don't watch it, don't watch it. Isn't Fu Yingdi fragrant!"

The bullet screen was full of excitement. Of course, because of the recess at this moment, there were many children running around. The children were innocent and cute, and many people called them cute.

Jian Qiaoxin took the textbook and looked at it for a while, and got a general understanding of the content of the class for a while, and it was a simple lesson preparation.

Most of the bullet screens were asking what class to take. Compared with other people, Jian Qiaoxin's live broadcast room was not very popular. Everyone else was working, and only he stood quietly by the side and read a book.

At noon in summer, the sun was shining brightly. He leaned against the desk and flipped through some yellowed books in his hands. He wrote a few words with the pen and paper for notes from time to time. The light seemed to cast a layer of soft light on people. Noisy, but when he focused, the surroundings seemed to settle down, leaving only the sound of paper leaves.

Qin Yuan: "It's not easy to be a teacher. Not everyone can be one. No matter what, it looks okay. I don't know if I have the ability to be a teacher."

Has it landed in a box today: "Let's put on a show, aren't we all recording shows to make money?"

Mei Jue: "I have been working for several years, and I haven't attended class for a long time. I never thought that one day I will use my mobile phone to teach in elementary school."

After the class bell rang, many children entered the classroom.

Yan Gan was repairing a somewhat dilapidated old table with screws in a corner not far away. He glanced at Jian Qiaoxin on the podium intentionally or unintentionally.

Jian Qiaoxin met his gaze, his heart tightened, his face blushed inexplicably, and he was a little nervous. He coughed lightly: "Hi everyone, I am your substitute teacher. My name is Jane. You can just call me Teacher Jian. Now please turn the book to page 20, we will study "Mountain Village Song Huai" today."

The children in the village probably have been bathing in the sun for a long time. Most of them have dark skin, some are thin, and none are particularly fat. The little girls wear low ponytails or braids. Old, but his eyes are dark and bright, and his smile is pure and lovely.

Jian Qiaoxin took a closer look and found that there was not a single short-sighted student in the class.

After he glanced at his students, he wrote down the general situation in his mind. After rationalizing his mind in a general way, he held a book in his hand, and said in a correct voice: "The author of this poem is Shao Yong, a writer in the Song Dynasty. Mr. An Le, one of the five sons of the Northern Song Dynasty, this poet studied hard when he was young. In order to study, he didn’t use a fan in summer, and he didn’t use a stove in winter. Why, because…”

Compared with the general dead teaching, Jian Qiaoxin prefers to tell some short stories in the lectures, which are fun and interesting. It is difficult for children to concentrate, but if you say something interesting during the teaching The story will get twice the result with half the effort.

His own voice is very gentle, and when he speaks quietly, he really looks like a kind father slowly telling stories to his children.

While talking and talking, Jian Qiaoxin would glance at the screen a few times when he had free time, and occasionally thank a few friends who gave gifts softly. He didn't ask for gifts like the director said, but he didn't refuse either.

The number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increased. Compared to other people who were working, it was a good choice to occasionally listen to stories. Some generous audience gifts also began to be collected.

Mumu: "At first, I thought the class would be boring, but I actually listened to the first grade class of elementary school. After listening to it for 10 minutes, I even wanted to listen."

Qian Tanle: "This is Xiaoxin's skills. Not everyone can just get a poet and explain his life. Just now he has been live broadcasting, and he didn't use his mobile phone to search."

Leverage: "Yo yo, have Jian Qiaoxin's fans started to learn and dominate again? It's too embarrassing. I don't know if there are scripts for variety shows, haha."

Flying Girl Pig: "I don't understand, some people don't like Xiaoxin, why are you still here looking for sins to watch his live broadcast, purely for the sake of bullying, interesting?"

Just after teaching a poem, Jian Qiaoxin took it and read it a few times, and let the children below try to read it by themselves, and he took a break.

The child closest to him read the most carefully. Jian Qiaoxin walked to his side during the break and said, "Do you like this poem very much?"

The little boy looked at him timidly, and finally nodded: "I like it. When I'm at home, my brother will read poems to me."

Jian Qiaoxin noticed that there was plaster in the child's nails. He must have been helping the family members at ordinary times. It was rare that the family members were also creating a good learning atmosphere for the child. He leaned against the table and asked with a smile: "So, What kind of poetry does your brother read?"

The little boy said confidently: "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent, a fair lady, a gentleman likes a good girl."

"..."

The whole room was quiet. There were less than ten children in the first place, but now they all stopped to look at them, and even Yan Gan who was behind raised his eyelids and looked over here.

Jian Qiaoxin was in a rare embarrassment, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Your brother taught you?"

"No." The little boy scratched his head: "He read it for others to listen to, and I learned it secretly."

So, what did he say that a brother like a wolf and a tiger can teach such a line to a brother in the first grade of elementary school?

A child behind him raises his hand.

When Jian Qiaoxin saw it, she hurriedly said, "Please tell me."

The little girl who raised her hand stared at Yuanyuan's eyes, leaned on the table and asked, "Mr. Jian, what does that poem mean? We want to learn it too."

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin coughed lightly, her hand holding the book tightened unconsciously, and she was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, she felt that explaining love to children would have no effect, and on the other hand, she was struggling with how to explain this sentence the meaning of.

When he was struggling, Yan Gan from behind said, "The meaning of this sentence is that when a man sees a beautiful person, he wants to marry him and go home."

"..."

A room is silent

A little girl said weakly: "What kind of person is a beautiful person?"

Yan Gan smiled, and looked at Jian Qiaoxin meaningfully: "My wife is like that."