Ren Yan shook his head and chuckled. He found that An Ke was easy to get along with after getting to know him.
There is absolutely no such superior feeling as people say on the Internet.
I don’t know if it’s just her or if most stars of this era are like this.
After this thought flashed through his mind, Ren Yan continued to eat.
However, this time, after just two bites, the office door was pushed open again.
All the teachers looked up immediately and saw the head teacher, dressed in a smart professional outfit, walking straight towards Ren Yan.
Ren Yan looked at the other person with a bit of curiosity, but before she could open her mouth, the head teacher told her the purpose of her visit.
"Teacher Ren Yan, the principal wants to discuss a very important matter with you. What do you think..."
After saying that, he looked at Ren Yan's lunch. Ren Yan understood: "Is this matter urgent?"
"Yes." The head teacher nodded.
"Okay, then I'll go see the principal right away. Lunch is always available." Ren Yan did not refuse. He stood up and prepared to go straight to the principal's office.
"Thank you for your cooperation." The head teacher said with a smile.
"We are all colleagues. It is basic etiquette not to embarrass each other. There is nothing to thank me for." Ren Yan replied, and then followed the grade director out of the office.
However, when he reached the office door, Ren Yan suddenly thought of something and turned around to look at An Ke.
"By the way, you don't have any relatives visiting you today..."
An Ke was stunned: "What relatives?"
"It's that relative, your mother's sister..." Ren Yan explained helplessly.
After An Ke reacted for a moment, she blushed quickly: "You, why are you asking this?!"
The other teachers also turned their heads, with gossip fire burning in their eyes.
Ren Yan spread his hands: "Don't get me wrong, I just remembered that winter melon is cold. If you drink the soup under this circumstance, I'm afraid you will feel even worse, so..."
When An Ke heard this, her face turned even redder, and she muttered softly, "I know, I know."
Then he quickly turned his head and stuffed it in front of his lunch, poking the rice viciously with a spoon: "You naughty dog, you bad dog, you must have made this soup on purpose, I'm going to poke you to death, poke you to death..."
At the same time, the little finger of his left hand pushed the winter melon and pork ribs soup outwards.
This scene happened to be seen by a young male teacher who was sitting across the corridor from her, and he was stunned on the spot.
The teacher opposite him hummed a tune with gloating:
"Listen~the sound of a broken heart?"
This made the young male teacher give him a cold look.
Looking at An Ke's appearance, my heart ached even more.
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