"Don't act cute."

Lin Nanxing wondered if he had heard it wrong, or was Hodel just now?

What a spoiled person?

Why did he act coquettishly?

…………

The cell phone on the desk shook twice and a new message popped up.

【Mr. Lin::la What do you want?】

【Mr. Lin: Let the assistant buy it.】

Hoddle pursed his lips and said just now that he would give everyone a real name. When it was his turn, he became "Mr. Lin"?

Is it because I will definitely not admit my mistake?

Thinking of this, Hodell's face became even worse.

Lin Nanxing didn't pay attention to his expression. He took his phone to reply to the message. After replying, he explained: "My dad."

Hoddle snorted coldly and asked unhappily: "Which dad?"

Lin Nanxing was stunned for a while and said in a daze: "Just your biological father, my mother's husband."

Holder paused, and said without changing his expression, changing the subject: "I just sent the wrong message."

The topic was very jumping, but Lin Nanxing still followed, and he nodded: "Oh."

“The notes are still very useful.”

Hoddle half-closed his eyes, clicked on the notes, and poked the screen slowly.

His typing technique is very unfamiliar. He is not typing in conjunction, but typing one letter at a time, giving the feeling of déjà vu for the elderly in pinyin.

It is very inconsistent with his appearance and age.

Thinking of the encounter between Hodel and Luke, Lin Nanxing couldn't help but guess what would be the hermit family that stayed on the mountain all year round?

"Remarks are ready."

Hoddle put away his cell phone, knocked on the table, and recalled his thoughts.

Lin Nanxing lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on his cold hands.

Pale and slender, with clear joints.

His fingernails on his ten fingers had a little lilac color, which was a sign of unhealthy body, but he was stronger than most alphas.

There are many contradictions in Hodel...

"Go to you!"

"Don't be timid, fuck him!"

"What are you going to team up? Wait for everyone and everyone!"

…………

The sound of the recitation of some students was suppressed by other game sounds, and the whole classroom was filled with happy chats.

Suddenly, all the sounds came to an abrupt end.

Only Zhan Mingzhi's wailing was left: "Oh, haha! Why are you no longer fucking?!"

Lin Nanxing looked up alertly and saw a sinister figure at the door of the classroom.

The director was wearing a black suit and black pants, but his eyes were like searchlights, sweeping through every corner of the classroom. Everyone was so scared that they dared not breathe heavily, so quiet that the sound of the wind blowing through the windows was extremely clear.

Zhan Mingzhi jumped out of the chair in fear and his phone fell to the ground.

The director sneered, walked to him, picked up his phone, and said in a faint tone: "Zhan Mingzhi, can you please wake up your mind by playing two games early in the morning?"

Zhan Mingzhi looked at his eyes and his nose and his heart, and his tall and strong body was huddled in his seat, like a little quail.

The next second, the director suddenly slapped his phone on the table, and the loud noise made everyone take a breath.

Lin Nanxing breathed out, and he found that the teachers liked to scare people in surprise.

Even if he is ready, he will still be scared.

The director of the teaching staff walked up to the podium and said in a deep voice: "Can you do whatever you want if the teacher is not there?!"

"Do you read for us or for yourself? Don't you know what you think?"

"It would be better to get home for me to pretend to waste time!"

…………

After cursing for more than ten minutes, he patted the podium: "The few people who played games together handed over my phone!"

"I have seen it all, and I will punish you if you don't hand over your cell phone."

Several classmates looked at each other, walked up to the podium with their heads hanging down, and handed over their cell phones.

The director of the teaching director raised his chin: "You guys get out of the office and wait for your Teacher Wang to come and tell him what happened."

"Are the class representatives and the class monitor here?"

The Chinese class representative and Jian Zhixuan stood up together.

"How do you two become class leaders?! You are needed when the teacher is away..."

I don’t know how long it took, but the bell for the end of morning self-study rang, and the director was unmoved and continued to scold.

Lin Nanxing lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly smelled the warm pheromone.

He looked into the corridor, Wen Yan, who was sandwiched in the onlookers, blinked at him, and said to him with his body movements:

I'm here to find you again in physical education class.

Lin Nanxing made a ok gesture, and when he turned his head, he saw the director standing by the table, staring at him.

He was so scared that his hands trembled and he quickly sat down.

The director's stern expression calmed down and asked him softly: "How are your feet now?"

Lin Nanxing told the truth: "It's already done."

The director of the teaching director nodded and said with concern: "Is Song Guang still in trouble for you now?"

Lin Nanxing: "No."

After simply caring about his study and life, the director left the class.

After a long time, a slight conversation slowly sounded in the classroom:

"Director Chen is really scary."

"I almost ascended to heaven on the spot."

"Luckily, I didn't bring my phone here today."

…………

Liang Zhaozhao turned around, plucked his hair, and said to Lin Nanxing: "Nanxing, Director Chen is good to you."

"I thought he was coming to scold you just now, but I didn't expect to be here to care about you."

The conversation between the director and Lin Nanxing was only heard by a few students around him. Liang Zhaozhao spoke loudly, and most of the students in the class looked over.

Lin Nanxing frowned: "I was injured last week. Is there any problem with the teacher's concern?"

"Do you still want to scold me?"

"No," Liang Zhaozhao stuck out his tongue, "I thought too much, I thought Director Chen was suffering..."

The following words were not finished, but anyone who understands them understands them.

I thought it was influenced by Lin Nanxing's family background.

"You're right."

Liang Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would admit it so simply and rudely.

Lin Nanxing's voice became a little cold: "I'm in poor health, isn't it normal for my parents to ask the teacher to care more about me?"

"Does the student committee have any comments?"

Liang Zhaozhao didn't know how to go back for a moment, but he glared at everyone watching him whispering.

She pursed her mouth and was about to cry again.

Lin Nanxing knew that every time she couldn't tell the other party, she would cry and win the sympathy of her classmates. She took the lead and said, "Don't feel uncomfortable because of misunderstandings. It's just a trivial matter, I can understand it."

"After all, everyone has different personalities and different ways of thinking."

Before he could cry, he was ridiculed.

Liang Zhaozhao's expression froze: "I..."

Lin Nanxing interrupted: "I know you didn't mean it, and the student committee doesn't have to emphasize this sentence every time."
To be continued...