The Little Fairy Reborn As a Schoolmaster

  Chapter 408 408 "Xiao Qinghuan. My brother misses you very much." (four in one)

  Shen Qinghuan was very indifferent to winning the championship.

  This indifference has attracted the attention of major media.

  Hot search hangs on the whole network on the same day, and several very famous official media personally reposted Shen Qinghuan’s video during the game.

  Many people are worried about the good-looking, wealthy and capable little fairies, but don’t look like the daughter of a certain technology company’s boss, and go to the entertainment circle all in vain.

  But after waiting for a long time, Shen Qinghuan himself did not respond. Instead, he waited for Sheng Nansang, the wife of Huo’s president, the largest entertainment empire in China, to personally repost Shen Qinghuan’s Weibo a year ago.

  Thinking about it, he rejected the olive branch thrown by Huo.

  Everyone saw that the little fairy had never thought about becoming famous in this heyday, and the worry for her was slowly put aside.

However, people are yearning for beautiful things, especially those who are sincerely followed by Shen Qinghuan. They also turned to the previous video of Shen Qinghuan playing the cello in the super chat on Weibo, calling the little fairy not only to learn. Okay, so versatile.

  Unearthed together with Rongguang, there are scars all over the eyes.

  People exclaimed the precociousness of junior high school students. Following the memory of the Internet, they naturally saw the contradiction between Li Xiaojie and Shen Qinghuan.

  Along the trajectory, it’s not difficult to find that Qinghuan is distressed now, but some IDs have not even deleted the sentences that used to insult Shen Qinghuan. They are simply ridiculous.

  In order to create the image of Shen Qinghuan as a new generation of high-quality teenagers, the official media used the power of people's forgetfulness of the Internet to quickly cover up those conflicting points.

  During the competition, in order to maintain the absolute fairness of the competition system, the organizer of the debate will take away the mobile phones brought by the contestants.

  Now that the game is over, the organizer will also give back the school leaders with their names and school mobile phone bags.

  Although I don’t want to admit that S is still for the enrollment plan for the college entrance examination next year, he took advantage of Shen Qinghuan’s enthusiasm to specially hold a celebration party for the delegation of A in the school’s largest lecture hall.

Most of the lecture halls are surrounded by boys. They all look forward to seeing Shen Qinghuan himself.

  The atmosphere is still very good.

But when the host handed the microphone to Shen Qinghuan, the girl only said: "For me, the greatest happiness is not the joy of fame, but the ability to finally get a mobile phone to report to someone I like— —I won the championship as promised."

  Shen Qinghuan’s words are slightly profound.

Zhou Zihan, who was sitting in the first row, was also excited for her friend to win the championship. She clapped her hands excitedly. The sounds coming out of nowhere around were detailed, but they were clearly transmitted to her ears: "Shen Qinghuan said. Does the person you like refer to Qin Muzhi? They talked about it again in the A post before."

  A person with the same gossip followed: "Ah. But Qin Muzhi is sitting on the stage? You don't need to take a mobile phone to report."

"You are stupid. Boys and girls are not in the same dormitory building. They must be unable to talk to their hearts on the phone at night, so they said they got the phone. And you haven't seen Qin Muzhi just raised his phone to record Shen Qinghuan. Speak?"

  Zhou Zihan’s back was stiff, and the cold passed from his fingertips to his heart.

   She clearly knows that Qing Huan likes Lu Ziheng the most, but why is it that these gossip and mouth-splitting sentences dominate her mind.

  The delegation from A, they all sit in the first row.

  Zhou Zihan looked at the gossiping people, and accidentally bumped into Qin Muzhigang and put away his mobile phone.

  What Shen Qinghuan is still saying on it, Zhou Zihan has not heard clearly.

  Not long ago, when she was drunk again, she thought that she and Qin Muzhi would develop. As a result.

  Zhou Zihan tugged at the corner of his mouth with a mockery, and took advantage of the chaos to get out of the lecture hall.

  Shen Qinghuan also jumped off the stage, sitting next to Qin Muzhi and whispered: "Zihan is out, hurry up."

  Qin Mu turned around consciously, and ran into the shadow who had fled in a hurry, before even telling Shen Qinghuan that the video that had just been recorded had been transferred to Lu Ziheng.

  I haven't contacted for half a month.

   didn't know what Lu Ziheng was doing.

Shen Qinghuan is sitting next to Liu Min. If Liu Min was asked to ask for the Wi-Fi password of the S large amphitheater when Shen Qinghuan was shelving junior high school, he would definitely lose sight of it, but it is not what it used to be, not only Shen Qinghuan is getting better and better , Liu Min continued to innovate on the road of education and changed each other.

   "The teacher doesn't know either." Liu Min responded with apologetics to Shen Qinghuan, knowing that it is really difficult for the child to have not played with the mobile phone in the past half month: "Why don't I share the hot spot with you?"

  Shen Qinghuan shook her head, she has traffic.

Liu Min understands that Shen Qinghuan’s favorite person should be Shen Haotian or Yan Ruyu. There are many people in class classrooms, especially the little girl who is like her own traffic. Recently, there has been a lot of heat, tens of millions of eyes are staring at it. .

  So Shen Qinghuan sneaked away while everyone was enjoying the S-Big singing and dancing performance, and it became an understandable phenomenon in Liu Min's eyes.

  Shen Qinghuan held her mobile phone. After making sure that there were no reporters nearby, she hid in the toilet and checked her mobile phone.

  At first, Lu Ziheng would also ask what he was doing and why he ignored him. After that, he would call himself every day and talk to her about some of the things that happened in the school in the past half month.

  Especially these days, Lu Ziheng will send one to himself every time he finishes sharing trivia.

   "Xiao Qinghuan. My brother misses you very much."

  Thousands of messages, Shen Qinghuan read them one by one, and the circles of her eyes flushed in despair.

  She didn't remember that she should call Lu Ziheng a call back until there was soreness in her legs.

   "Hello?" After a long silence on the receiver, Shen Qinghuan heard Lu Ziheng's familiar voice: "Xiao Qinghuan?"

  At this point, the lights in the dormitory of middle school A should be off.

   "A Heng. It's me."

  The little girl's soft and waxy voice penetrated into Lu Ziheng's tympanic membrane. Since the lights in the dormitory had been turned off at this moment, Lu Ziheng, who could not see the indoor scene, almost fell directly from Chuang.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Lu Ziheng is not interested in the gossip news on the Internet. He doesn't want the little girl to take the time to call himself on the trivial matter of caring for him, "Is it coming back? What time tomorrow The car you ordered? I'll take time off to pick you up."

   "I just saw the message you sent me." Shen Qinghuan sniffed hard, not wanting Lu Ziheng to hear her voice, "It's sour."

   "If my brother can be sour to Xiao Qinghuan's heart, it would not be a bad thing."

  "Am I interrupting you to rest?"

   "No. I haven't slept yet." Lu Ziheng pursed his lips, he turned on Wi-Fi, and said to the person on the receiver side: "Xiao Qinghuan. Give your brother a video call, right?"

"OK."

  Probably to the point of not seeing each other for a long time, the little girl’s words were sweet, and Lu Ziheng even wondered if her request was too excessive, she would agree to it.

  Lu Ziheng turned on the lamp and turned on Wi-Fi again, and small advertisements popped up one by one in the background.

  These days, Shen Qinghuan has not returned his WeChat account. If it weren’t for knowing that mobile phones are not allowed during the game, Lu Ziheng would definitely be thinking about it.

  According to Lu Ziheng’s habit, those advertisements will naturally not open actively.

  After clearing the obstacles, Lu Ziheng logged into WeChat and saw a "video" sent by Qin Muzhi.

  This dear friend, I am afraid that he has encountered a bumpy road in the pursuit of Zhou Zihan’s emotions, right? He replied that he did not have the habit of going online at night, and he could reply tomorrow.

  Shen Qinghuan is at the top of Lu Ziheng’s few friends list.

  In the video, the little girl looked very tired, and asked aggrievedly, "Is there nothing to say to her?"

"Failure is not a bad thing." Lu Ziheng thought that Shen Qinghuan might have lost the game, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. He comforted: "We should focus on the process of hard work, and in these processes, continue to look for deficiencies ."

  Shen Qinghuan was stunned for a while, and she was speechless: "Aren't you watching the news these days?"

Since she won the game, Murong Qing has been talking to Shen Qinghuan every day that she is angry. Girls actually have a little vanity. Besides, Shen Qinghuan had won the game and was depressed outside. Excited, wanted to claim credit in front of Lu Ziheng.

  Can each other.

  I'm afraid he is the one who received the mobile phone these days, right?

"What news?" Lu Ziheng thought that the little girl might have deliberately skipped the topic, and he re-corrected the topics that deviated from the main line, "Xiao Qinghuan. My brother is telling you. It is not shameful to lose in the debate. "

   Click.

  The screen suddenly went black.

  Then the message that the little girl ends the voice call is displayed on the screen.

  Is the Internet not so good?

  Lu Ziheng called back again, but the other party was always busy.

  He didn't realize that he had just said the wrong thing until the browser pushed himself the news that "Shen Qinghuan won the championship" again.

Harmful.

  I blamed myself for this broken mouth, and it was okay to sprinkle any poisonous chicken soup. Now that it is all right, the little girl must be angry.

   At this moment, Qin Muzhi returned to Lu Ziheng's vision.

  Lu Ziheng clicked on Qin Muzhi’s video. On the starry stage, the little girl’s pupils were filled with joy. She said to everyone in the audience:

   "For me, the greatest happiness is not the joy of being famous, but the ability to finally get a mobile phone to report to the person I like

  ——I won the championship as promised. "

  No wonder she was so proud today, and even asked herself uncharacteristically if she had watched the news.

  There are also videos of the little girl during the game in the news. After Lu Ziheng saved a few typical and complete pieces, he wondered how he should review himself after the little girl came back.

  The reason why Shen Qinghuan’s call with Lu Ziheng was interrupted was not because of network problems, but because Shen Haotian called at this time.

  Shen Haotian knows all the news on the news.

"Huanhuan." The daughter is so good, and Shen Haotian is a father. Why is he unhappy? He can't wait to fly to Shen Qinghuan's side immediately: "Mom and I have seen the news, Huanhuan is really a little pride of my father! "

"Dad." Shen Qinghuan was a little embarrassed by Shen Haotian's praise. Just what she was about to say, Lu Ziheng's message popped up from the background: "Xiao Qinghuan. It's my brother. I don't watch the push every day. When you come back, my brother will give it to you. Is it okay to set a celebration banquet for atonement?"

  Shen Qinghuan muttered in a low voice: "I am not angry with you just for a meal."

  Shen Haotian over the receiver, some monks Zhang Er couldn't figure it out: "Huanhuan. What are you talking about?"

   "Nothing." Shen Qinghuan immediately retracted his mind: "Dad. I'm so noisy here. I won't tell you anymore, see you tomorrow."

  Although there were too many reluctances, Shen Haotian obediently hung up the phone when thinking of seeing her baby girl tomorrow.

  There is more loneliness in A at night.

  Lu Ziheng was lying on the bed, tossing to the side, what appeared in his mind was the appearance of Shen Qinghuan hanging up the phone.

  Qin Muzhi was already in a mess, completely ignoring himself.

  And half an hour ago, Lu Ziheng posted a question for help, but it was pushed up by a new post without any splashes.

  Shen Qinghuan is like a difficult problem that she encountered when she was trying to solve the problem. She was stuck in her heart and couldn't get around it.

  But it was him who did the wrong thing, and Lu Ziheng couldn't just ignore it.

  Tomorrow, she will be back.

  Lu Ziheng, who has made up for his homework, also knows that the little girl likes a sense of ritual. He has given it away: a ring, a Q version of clay figurines carved by two people by himself, and a cup burned in the pottery class

  Lu Ziheng repeatedly turned over on Chuang, until the white belly appeared outside the window, he didn't want to understand what he wanted to give her to please her.

  Early the next morning, all the faculty and staff of Middle School A received the super-long version of the SMS notification from Principal Yan on their mobile phones.

  ｛Faculty and staff in the first and third grades of high school only need to pay attention to the appearance and neat suits;

  The faculty and staff in the second year of high school must wear formal attire and put on the badges issued during the school celebration period;

  In addition, the teachers of the rocket class need to notify the students in their class to make a red banner before noon, with the theme "Warmly celebrate the four contestants of our school winning the international high school debate contest" and mark the names of the contestants;

  At two o'clock in the afternoon, the three main subject teachers of the Rocket Class selected several students to bring flowers and gifts, and the grade director led a team to greet them at the Imperial Capital South Station. }

  It's really a blind cat and a dead mouse.

  Even if Ge Guoqiang is reluctant, as the director of the second year of high school, he has to abide by the orders issued by his superiors.

The eighth carriage from Rongcheng North Station to Didu South Station was all packaged by middle A, especially just after leaving the high-speed rail station, Shen Qinghuan saw about 20 or so students wearing middle school uniform A and pulling red banners. Welcome their arrival.

  Shen Qinghuan still easily saw Lu Ziheng in the crowd.

  Last night, Lu Ziheng, a person who doesn’t follow the news, somewhat hurt Shen Qinghuan’s heart.

  Before Lu Ziheng's eyes were cast on him, Shen Qinghuan subconsciously avoided.

But, at that moment, Lu Ziheng was holding a pink sunflower in his hand, separated by layers of people, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her sleeve, and whispered, "Is Xiao Qinghuan still angry with my brother? "

  Shen Qinghuan was stunned for a while, looking straight at Lu Ziheng, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could not answer anything.

  The surrounding media lights flickered, and the deliberately flowing gap made them think it was a scene after the rehearsal in A.

  "This is an apologetic gift."

  (End of this chapter)