Han Ye was furious. He rolled his eyes and then shamelessly said, "Go ahead and call. I'll say that Xiaoxing's parents have been called in, and that I was called by Teacher Qiao. Let's see if the security guards kick me out."
"..."
Qiao Nansheng simply didn't bother to reply to him. She walked to the office door, pushed it open, and turned the doorknob behind her.
Han Ye was turned away, but she didn't give up and went to the window to look inside. She saw several teachers staring at her.
One of the teachers was a fan of Han Ye. When she saw him, she felt that his figure was somewhat familiar. Then her eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up, opened the door, and went out.
"Han Ye, are you Han Ye? Ahhh! My Han Ye baby, I'm your mommy fan, baby, can you sign your autograph for me? I like you so much." The teacher's face was full of anticipation.
Han Ye opened his mouth, but was immediately speechless, not knowing what to say.
Who would have thought that even disguised like this, someone would still recognize him? And to make matters worse, the person who recognized him was a "mommy fan".
Han Ye didn't want to say anything, and gave a weak "hmm".
The teacher hurriedly went back to get a pen and notebook.
Qiao Nansheng pretended not to hear what was happening outside, put down her bag, took her computer and charger, and left the office.
Just then, Han Ye finished signing the autograph for the teacher who was a "mommy fan." Seeing her leave, he quickly chased after her, afraid that she might misunderstand something. As he ran, he called out, "Teacher Qiao, wait! Our Xiaoxing..."
The teacher, a devoted fan, smiled so broadly her eyes narrowed into slits as she held the autograph. She was incredibly satisfied to receive her "son's" autograph and even see him at the kindergarten.
Seeing your "son" at the start of a new week, a new day, means good luck for the rest of the day!
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Class 3 was at the end of the corridor. At this time, most kindergartens had already started classes, and the corridor was very quiet, so Han Ye's shouts sounded very loud.
When they reached the entrance of Class 3, the chase behind them continued. Qiao Nansheng stopped, turned around and looked at Han Ye, "Big star, you should go to film your movie."
"I don't act in dramas, I only do variety shows," Han Ye said.
Acting requires acting skills, and he knows he doesn't have any. Since he's doing well in variety shows, he'll only do variety shows from now on and won't wade into the murky waters of the entertainment industry. He'll be in a terrible situation if he gets criticized all over the internet.
He stood at the door waiting for Qiao Nansheng to go in. "I'm here to accompany Xiaoxing to class. Can I tutor her?"
"No way." Qiao Nansheng refused him coldly. "It will affect the other children's emotions. If they all want their mothers and fathers, how will you handle that?"
Han Ye recalled the scene when he first brought Han Xiaoxing to school. All the children in the class cried, especially after seeing their parents leave. The scene was indescribable, exciting, and gave him a headache.
So he quickly shook his head, "No, no."
Qiao Nansheng ignored him, pushed open the door and went in. The once lively Class 3 fell silent as soon as they saw her.
Almost without Qiao Nansheng saying good morning to them, they took the initiative to greet them with a neat "Good morning, Teacher Qiao!"
The classroom door was not closed, and Han Ye stood on the side, watching Qiao Nansheng teach the third grade class in the classroom.
Qiao Nansheng was indeed very gentle in front of the children, with a gentle smile on her face, unlike the woman who kicked someone in the groin a few days ago.
If Han Ye hadn't met her, he would have almost thought she was a gentle woman.
He stood at the door for a while, but finding it uninteresting, he turned and left.
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