He turned to face the children in front of him who didn't look very peaceful and asked with a big smile: "Children, where is your teacher?"
Behind the piano, Qian Qianqian kept praying to these little brats not to betray her, but God still didn't treat her favorably.
"Teacher Qian is behind the piano."
The childish voices still sounded in the classroom in unison, giving Qian Qianqian the heaviest blow.
She had a grimace on her face. She was behind the piano, and even if she was beaten to death this time, she wouldn't come out.
Following the direction the child pointed, Shi Jing raised the corners of his lips with a faint smile, "Really?"
He lifted his feet, walked towards the piano, and stood directly in front of Qian Qianqian.
Qian Qianqian, who had been squatting on the ground, saw the pair of shoes appearing in front of her, and her head exploded instantly.
But his head bowed even more.
He curled his lips with a faint smile, and squatted down in front of her. Without taking away the music score she covered her face, he asked softly: "Isn't Teacher Qian still in class?"
His voice was full of magnetic charm, and the volume was just right, but to Qian Qianqian's ears at this moment, it was definitely a magic sound!!!
"Well......"
From the other end of the book, Qian Qianqian's hesitant voice came, "Um...I'm looking for my pen. I don't know where it went."
As he said that, he pretended to grope around on the ground, and he didn't forget to say: "Sir, please go back first and leave the child to me."
"oh?"
The corners of Shi Jing's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes casually glanced at her little hands groping on the ground. He unintentionally glanced at a pencil that had fallen to the ground at an unknown time, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
"Did Teacher Qian drop a pencil?"
"Well, yes, yes."
How could she think so much at this time? As long as Shi Jing said anything, she would follow his words.
But Shi Jing's slender fingers picked up the pencil at the foot of the piano and handed it to Qian Qianqian, "Isn't it here?"
Qian Qianqian turned to stone again, staring blankly at the pencil and claws extending from behind her staff, wanting to cry without tears.
God didn't mean to play tricks on her like this, why would any lie she made up be exposed quickly?
"Haha, yes, thank you sir, it's really... Haha, why didn't I see it?"
From behind the music score, Qian Qianqian's dry smile and flattering voice came, and he gingerly took the pen from Shi Jing's hand.
"Then can Teacher Qian have classes?"
"Of course... sir, you must be very busy at work, so go back first. Please leave Miaomiao to me without any worries."
"No."
The concise and concise answer made Qian Qianqian break into a cold sweat instantly.
Just listen to Shi Jing continue: "My niece said that she would play the piano to me personally today. I will temporarily..."
He glanced at his face, which was blocked by the staff, and moved the corners of his mouth slightly: "I don't want to leave just yet."
Help, help, who can make this devil leave?
Qian Qianqian screamed silently in her heart, hoping that God could take care of her temporarily, but unfortunately——
"Teacher Qian, it's time for class, otherwise, your salary will be deducted."
Shi Jing's seemingly random voice sounded above her head with laziness and emphasis.
The so-called great god of the demon world refers to people like Shi Jing.