The last time Jiang Che had a dinner with his comrades was during that time, before the start of school, so he naturally wouldn't go around spreading the word that Ji Wanqing was a teacher at Peking University.

Feng Tingting asked Ji Wanqing in a roundabout way whether she had taken the college entrance examination.

After learning that she did not take the exam, she was miraculously comforted even though she herself did not do well in the exam.

Later, I studied hard for half a year, and with the help of my family who helped me find art-related courses, I was finally admitted to the painting major of Beijing University.

In the backstage dressing room, Feng Tingting rushed over in two or three steps, still wearing a green performance costume.

She looked Ji Wanqing up and down. "What are you doing here? Outsiders are not allowed to come in and out of the backstage dressing room at will! Do you understand the rules? Who brought this in?"

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings were silent. Even the makeup teacher stopped using her makeup brush and stared at Feng Tingting as if she was dumbfounded.

Ji Wanqing turned around and said to the students, "Okay, just go on stage and perform normally. We've already performed once before, so we'll be even better this time!"

The students assured him, "No problem, Mr. Ji, please go to the stage and watch the performance. We will not let you down!"

"Yeah, come on."

Ji Wanqing turned and left. When passing by Feng Tingting, he deliberately put his hand to the tip of his nose and muttered, "What's that smell? It stinks."

A killer sentence.

At this moment, Feng Tingting's face before makeup is whiter than her face with powder!

After Teacher Ji left, the students were still gossiping.

"Who is this? Which school is she from? Is she okay?"

"It's only because Teacher Ji has a good temper that he didn't scold such an impolite student."

"That's right. If we replace the bald old host in our class, she will be scolded to the point of being at a loss!"

"Haha, not only that, I might even have to complain to her teacher!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

…

Feng Tingting's face was pale, and she wondered whether Ji Wanqing knew about that matter.

Didn't she come to Beijing a long time ago? How did she know?

Could it be that bitch Yu Jia who told her?

Or does she really, really have a smell that can never be washed off? !

"You guys call her Teacher Ji. Is she really your teacher? Which school is she from?" Feng Tingting was stunned for a long time before she remembered to ask about Ji Wanqing's situation.

"We are from Kyoto University. Teacher Ji is of course our teacher. Can we just call anyone a teacher?"

The logistics team came over and said, "Okay, classmate, we have to prepare for the next performance, please don't disturb us."

Feng Tingting was speechless.

A teacher from Kyoto University?

She Ji Wanqing became a university teacher?

No wonder I didn’t take the college entrance examination. Then what was I so complacent about before?

Feng Tingting thought of something and immediately ran back to her school team.

Ji Wanqing is a teacher. If this bitch says a few more words to the teacher who leads their team, she will be criticized when she returns!

But when she hurried back, Ji Wanqing was nowhere to be seen.

Feng Tingting didn't want to bother with a clown.

놙뒫性눓 patted his chest soothingly.

Ji Wanqing didn't know which school she was from, so how could he possibly go to their teacher to complain?

She really thinks too much.

Come to the viewing area.

After watching her students' performances, Ji Wanqing left first, making the excuse that she had something else to do at the academy.

These programs are all good, but Ji Wanqing has seen too many similar ones. Instead of wasting an afternoon here, she might as well go back and spend time with her two children.

I also met Feng Tingting on the way.

As soon as he saw her, he immediately ran away in panic like a mouse seeing a cat, and he probably never dared to come up and provoke her again.

I don't know whether she was afraid of her identity as a teacher, or she was afraid that Ji Wanqing would tell others about her falling into the shit pit.

Return to Furong Lane.

From a distance, she saw three men knocking heavily on her door.

Ji Wanqing frowned and walked over quickly. "What are you doing? Why are you making a fuss at my door?"

These three people wore coarse cloth shoes, had triangular eyes and drooping eyebrows, and none of them had a good look.

The old lady's eyes flashed, "Are you Xiao Cui's master?"

Ji Wanqing guessed the identity of the visitor and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You black-skinned bastard! How dare you ask us if we are okay? Our sister asked you to take care of two children, and you, a college teacher, only gave her twenty dollars. Do you think we are stupid? Believe it or not, I will report you. The school owner is looking for servants to serve and oppress our family!" The woman came up and attacked, pushing her shoulder unexpectedly.

Ji Wanqing's face turned dark and he immediately slapped her twice in the face.

Then he twisted his wrist and looked at her rapidly swelling cheeks. "If you dare to hit me again, don't blame me for beating you up."

The three people who came were all stunned.

no?

Isn't she a university teacher? She shouldn't be so gentle and polite, why is she so violent?

The three of them followed Jiang Xiaocui here last time and asked around nearby, and learned that the male protagonist was in the army, but was not at home because he was on a mission.

There's only one lesbian left at home, and she's a teacher. Can't they do whatever they want to her?

They had good expectations. They wanted to look good when studying and were afraid of being a slacker.

Jiang Xiaocui said the capital was 20 yuan. If it was fake, they would expose it in public and catch Jiang Xiaocui.

If it is true, then make a scene at the host's house and take all the money for yourself.

All in all, it's a win-win situation.

But who could have thought that she was even more reckless than them! He pushed her and then slapped her twice! ?

The girl was stunned.

To be honest, she had fought so many times, but she had never seen a woman who felt so much pain when slapped!

“You, why are you still hitting me!” the man trembled as he accused, but he took two steps back, obviously afraid of being affected.

Ji Wanqing sneered, "Do I still need to reason with you?"

Inside the house, Mrs. Jiang, who heard the noise, came out quickly, "Teacher Ji, come back."

The door was opened, and there was a faint sound of crying from inside. Ji Wanqing asked hurriedly, "Is the child frightened?"

"She was frightened and started crying, but I took her to the innermost room and comforted her!"

"Mrs. Jiang, last time I asked you if you had resolved your family issues. If you need anything, you can tell me. You said you had resolved them." Ji Wanqing's face was not very good. "Is this what you mean by resolved?"

Mrs. Jiang looked guilty, "I, I didn't expect them to come to my house! Teacher Ji, please let it go. I won't do it again next time!"

Ji Wanqing usually seems gentle and easy to talk to, but once he makes a decision, no one can change it.

"Everyone has a first offense. This is the first time. I don't care."

She said in a slightly indifferent tone: "But if there is a next time, I won't be able to provide you with work here again."

Mrs. Jiang shuddered, and looked at the three people outside the door with a determined look, "No! Never again, Teacher Ji, I won't let them come after me again!"

Ji Wanqing was busy going in to coax the child, "You can handle them yourself."

Mrs. Jiang was meticulous and responsible, and she was kind, but she was too kind and soft, which is why her husband's family ignored her reputation and made a scene in public!

A woman who holds economic power still lives in such a miserable state. Ji Wanqing can provide assistance to her because she is kind and pitiful.

But she still has to rely on herself in this life. If she can't stand up on her own, Ji Wanqing will not let her continue to take care of the children.

Let these uncontrollable factors lay mines for the future!