Chapter 97 Who can control her

The head teacher Zhang Huali arrived a little later.

He was dressed formally today, wearing a well-tailored dark suit and a tie for the first time, which immediately attracted the attention of the students.

"Handsome, Lao Zhang!"

"As expected of Lao Zhang, he is both talented and handsome!"

There were also people who were mischievous, pinching their voices and saying, "Lao Zhang, I'm falling in love with you~"

Zhang Huali was amused and waved his hand, "Go away, you bastards! You're almost 30 and still so unstable! Learn more from your squad leader!"

After taking his seat, he glanced at the girl next to Zhou Tingyun and was stunned.

He quickly reacted, laughed and teased, "Xiao Zhao, why are you still the same as before? You just follow Tingyun wherever he goes."

When he was teaching Zhou Tingyun, the child would ask for leave every few days and skip evening self-study to go back home to take care of the younger one.

When teaching Mingzhao, Mingzhao would skip classes every few days and secretly go to the university to find Zhou Tingyun.

Like conjoined twins.

Time flies so fast, Zhou Tingyun is about to start a family now.

Zhang Huali felt a little emotional.

Suddenly I thought of something and looked around quickly.

"Tingyun, where is your fiancée? Didn't you ask the teacher to meet her?"

Without waiting for Zhou Tingyun to speak, Ming Zhao said with a smile.

"Teacher Zhang, that's me."

Seeing her blinking, Zhang Huali didn't react for a moment and was a little confused.

"What?"

Zhou Tingyun introduced him: "Teacher Zhang, this is my fiancée, Ming Zhao."

fiancée? Ming Zhao?

Zhang Huali tried hard to digest this sentence.

The teacher, who is nearly fifty years old, has a blank expression at this moment.

Is this still Chinese?

At the dinner table, Lu Tianchuan couldn't help but laugh at Li Zekai, lowering his voice, "You're still crying, making a fuss, and even threatening to commit suicide. I just want to ask you if you're embarrassed or not."

Li Zekai leaned forward, angrily saying, "...Shut up."

Who would have thought that Zhou Tingyun could be so outrageous?

Zhang Huali hesitated for a moment, then patted Zhou Tingyun on the shoulder and asked tentatively, "Do your...family members agree?"

Zhou Tingyun chuckled, "Our two families are actually old friends, and we were engaged when we were young."

It turns out to be a child marriage.

Zhang Huali nodded, feeling that it made more sense.

He felt relieved and poured a cup of tea. "Honestly, when I think about it carefully, you really should be the one to match Xiao Zhao."

Then he looked at Ming Zhao with a smile and said, "Otherwise, who else in Beicheng can control her?"

Zhang Huali recalled that in the past, the two of them became frequent visitors to the office. Every time she made a mistake, Zhou Tingyun, as her guardian, would stand by her and listen to him scold her.

In his opinion, Zhou Tingyun's subsequent criticism and punishment of Ming Zhao were mild enough.

Except for the time when she was suspected of premature love, her face was cold and her tone was a little harsh, but other times she was like coaxing an ancestor.

As a result, the rebellious teenage girl instantly burst into tears of grievance, crying and cursing, unable to say a word.

In the end, Zhou Tingyun gave in and gave away a bunch of jewelry and bags, turning the criticism into a reward.

Ming Zhao was unconvinced and refused to admit it, "Teacher Zhang, you just like to exaggerate."

It makes her sound like she's a bitch, but she isn't.

Zhou Tingyun looked at her angry face and curled the corners of his lips slightly.

"Zhao Zhao, Teacher Zhang teaches Chinese, so it's inevitable that she'll use some rhetorical techniques."

Zhang Huali: “?”

But he is really a good student, speaking for him himself. Is this how he frames the head teacher?

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After dinner, everyone moved to a large private room on another floor.

There are all kinds of entertainment facilities here, including cinemas, billiard rooms, etc.

The bar is filled with various exquisite wine bottles and wine glasses, exuding a faint luster. The wine cabinet at the back displays different types of wine, which are obviously valuable at first glance.

Ming Zhao was forbidden to drink alcohol and could only eat from the fruit plate out of boredom.

After playing around in the private room for a while, she got up and went to the bathroom.

Turn on the faucet, and the sound of running water cannot cover up the sound of people gossiping.

"I thought the monitor liked Tang Yue's type, I didn't expect that."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember they were close in high school. I thought they were a perfect match!"