A beautiful figure walked out of a red car outside the entrance of a junior high school. Wendy held some information in her arms. Now it's spring. On the first day of school, she had never dreamt that one day, she would have the opportunity to teach and educate.
Previously, when she went to the border area to teach, she had planted the seeds of her liking for the teacher's job.
Grandfather had been telling her that her daughter, born in the William Family, did not need to face the ups and downs. She only wanted to be stable. The family never expected her to become a great and responsible person. I know.
However, after eating for so many years and reading books for so many years, if she really continued to eat and die, she might as well bump into the wall first to see if she could die earlier.
So, when she saw that the school was hiring a new teacher, she threw her resume on her head and passed the job. She was just in time for a teacher on maternity leave.
Today was her first day of class. She didn't know if the school's leadership knew her identity, but she didn't want to take the initiative to say it.
Of course, her identity would surely be discovered sooner or later. Fortunately, she didn't care that much. She only needed to do the work by the side of her hand, to do the fine work, to achieve the ultimate, and she was worthy of her heart.
Wendy prepared the lessons and also asked the teacher who was on maternity leave for a lot of things, including understanding the situation of the class.
She knew that one of the transferees was special because her personality was solitary, she didn't like to talk to others, and her academic performance was poor. Her name was Rose. The Rose classmate always said that he had no home.
Wendy stood on the podium, feeling inexplicably excited. She suppressed her emotions, opened the prepared textbook, and started her first class.
The students looked at her in shock. When they heard about a new teacher, they weren't expecting it. But now they looked at the slim and beautiful new teacher standing on the podium. Beautiful girl.
Wendy looked at Rose and found out that she would listen at the same time, but she was absent—minded. After class, she wanted to talk to her alone.
Rose was called into the office and just stood there like a piece of wood. He did not look at Wendy warm, and lowered his head. His expression was very indifferent.
As a new female classroom, Wendy still attracted much attention in the office, because she was young and beautiful, and because of her elegant and elegant temperament, her clothes were very obvious. It was obvious that wherever a beautiful woman went, it was as attractive as flowers. , Like here, only in the opposite sex, same sex repulsive, Wendy received a few single female teacher's eyes.
"Mr. Ling, can I finish class now?" Rose asked impatiently.
"Rose, if it's convenient, I think your family will give you a family visit. I want to meet your family and talk about it." Make this request.
"Heh, is it? To investigate me or to investigate my guardian? Don't think that he's handsome, you want to hit him." Rose showed an attacking expression.
"Your guardian is very handsome? I really don't know. Actually, I have a boyfriend. My boyfriend is the most handsome in my heart. If you don't worry, I'll go alone Right, she's also a teacher. "Wendy immediately thought of Betty in her mind. When she was doing ideological education, she definitely had more say than herself.
"Did you take advantage of my uncle?" Rose confirmed again.
"Of course not, I'm not that bored. I'm your teacher and class teacher. I can't leave you alone, so I still have to talk to your parents."
"I don't have parents. They're all dead." Rose suddenly looked excited.
Wendy was startled and quickly comforted her: "Okay, then I'll talk to your guardian."
Rose stared at her and said, word by word, "You must not fall in love with my uncle."
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