"Teacher, you are not asking us to watch this class..." He pointed carefully at the multimedia screen.
"What's the problem?" Xia Zuo felt very strange. She didn't know, so let them watch the video, it's the same anyway.
The problem is big! The school invites teachers to take cooking classes to teach them step by step, and no one can find the videos! The question is, can these things be read after watching them!
But looking at Xia Zuo's appearance as if he was right, the boy opened his mouth but couldn't say anything anymore, "No, it's okay."
At this time, Nan Haoxiang spoke: "Teacher, if you don't demonstrate on the spot, many details are not intuitive enough..."
"Shut up!" Xia Zuo threw his fierce look over, "I haven't calculated the account of you sitting in someone else's seat privately!"
Someone else's seat? Nan Haoxiang asked with his eyebrows clustered and said, "How do you know, teacher? It seems that you are the first day of class, teacher."
Nonsense, you are sitting in my seat!
Xia Zuo almost opened his mouth and became thick-tongued, but suddenly remembered his identity and swallowed the words he said: "I am a dedicated teacher, of course I have checked the information in the class in advance."
"Is that true?" Nan Haoxiang's eyes were pinned to Xia Zuo, as if he wanted to see through something. Xia Zuo felt that his sharp eyes were about to tear his disguise and his compulsive calmness.