Ye Chuan washed his face and was about to rush to school. As soon as he left, he met Mo Mo who happened to be leaving.

"Brother, it's so early! Your injury is fine, right?" Mo Mo's color didn't look very good. Perhaps it was because he was worried about Ye Chuan last night and that he slept too late.

"Ah! Early!" Ye Chuan also smiled and said hello: "It's okay, I'll get hurt at a little bit, just sleep!" After that, he moved his muscles and bones.

"By the way, tomorrow..." Mo Mo hesitated for a moment and continued, "I can't accompany you tomorrow."

"Ah? Tomorrow? Why are you with me?" Ye Chuan was a little confused.

Mo Mo smiled helplessly: "Brother, you're afraid that life is all confused. Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Ye Chuan slapped his head and realized it suddenly. It turned out that so long had passed before he knew it. It was Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow. It seemed that he could not even find a teacher.

"Ah, yes, yes, why did I forget it?" Ye Chuan was embarrassed: "Do you have something to do tomorrow?"

"Well, the company will have a Mid-Autumn Festival party tomorrow, so brother... I may not be able to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with you." Mo Mo said embarrassedly.

Ye Chuan felt a little disappointed, but he still said indifferently: "Tsk, what a big deal, is your brother such a pretentious person?"

"Oh!" Mo Mo looked down at his watch: "I'm going to be late, I'll leave first!" After that, he hurried downstairs. Looking at Mo Mo's panicked back, Ye Chuan shook his head and smiled.

Suddenly! He realized something serious! He was almost late!

He quickly locked the door, hurried than Mo Mo's steps, and ran downstairs. Because the bicycle was almost fragmented by the killer's shot last night, Ye Chuan drove a car.

Standing at the school gate, Ye Chuan found that he was late in two minutes and breathed a sigh of relief.

No words for a day.

It was late again. The moon on August 14th was particularly bright, just like a big street light hanging in the sky, illuminating every once dim corner.

Ye Chuan, who was lying on the sofa, looked at the bright moon scattered outside the window, and his mood was a little low.

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, Xiaohua, are you okay?" Ye Chuan murmured to the moon with his arms pillowed.

The moon can't speak, and only the cold and resentful moonlight answered him.

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Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional Chinese festival and has always been particularly valued by people.

Since ancient times, there have been customs such as worshiping the moon, enjoying the moon, worshiping the moon, and eating moon cakes, which have been passed down to this day and have been passed down for a long time.

According to the Chinese calendar, the eighth month of the lunar calendar is in the middle of autumn, the second month of autumn, called "Mid-Autumn", and the fifteenth month of August is also in "Mid-Autumn", so it is called "Mid-Autumn".

The Mid-Autumn Festival in Jianghe City is also particularly lively.

On that day, Ye Chuan was surprisingly not sleeping in, but got up early and took good care of himself. First, because this festival is of great significance to him. Second, he has to perform tonight.

Through the street full of festive anger, Ye Chuan came to the school gate early.

"I, Damn! I'm not right?" The security guard rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Teacher Ye, you came so early?"

"Hey, what expression do you have? Is it strange?" Ye Chuan was dissatisfied.

"Strange! So strange!" said the security guard: "It's been a month since you've been here. This is the first time I've seen you not stepping on the spot. In the past, you just came in just one or two minutes away!"

"Tsk! I'm the first to come every day. When you see it, I came back after going out for morning exercises!" Ye Chuan said in a blunt manner, ignoring the half-believing security guards, and rushed towards the teaching building alone.

"Old Ye, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" In the office, Qiao Jianzhong handed over a box of mooncakes with a smile.

"Damn it! Old Qiao, are you rich? You can even give me a gift." Ye Chuan took the mooncake from Qiao Jianzhong's hand a little surprised.

Qiao Jianzhong laughed embarrassedly and didn't say anything.

Chu Qin, the art teacher next to him, covered her mouth and smiled, "Teacher Qiao, you are really good at making favors. You give it to others with the mooncakes that the school agreed to give."

"Oh, isn't this Sister Qin? Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I'm pretty again after not seeing you for a few days." Ye Chuan smiled with a ruffian smile: "How about it, I've gained a lot from studying this time?"

"Of course!" Chu Qin's eyes became a little excited: "But you don't understand after saying it. Hehe, by the way, Teacher Ye, you have to be more careful, don't be deceived by some guys who specialize in favor of the water." After Chu Qin said that, she looked at Qiao Jianzhong with a smile on her face.

"What is a favor?" Qiao Jianzhong said weakly: "I handed him over to Lao Ye for the school, right? Teacher Ye."

"Hahaha, yes, yes, everything you say is right!" Ye Chuan laughed.

"Cough cough!" A serious cough suddenly came from the door. Hearing this sound, Qiao Jianzhong and Chu Qin were so scared that they shrank their necks.

Ye Chuan turned around and saw Du Yongyan who hadn't seen for a long time standing at the door.

"Oh, Director Du! Good morning!" Ye Chuan said hello absent-mindedly.

"Teacher Ye, during working hours, I hope you pay attention to your image! Don't be like a little hooligan!" Du Yongyan said to Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan sneered and said nothing.

Du Yongyan didn't feel embarrassed and continued to say to everyone in the office: "The party starts at 5 o'clock tonight. Please inform your students and not be late or wait until the situation is discovered. Once discovered, it will be dealt with severely. In addition, I also hope that all teachers will set an example and maintain the chance of the party, and do not be like some garbage classes." As he said this, Du Yongyan glanced at Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan slapped the table suddenly, stood up and said, "Who do you think is the garbage class?"

"Teacher Ye, please pay attention to your attitude towards talking to the leader!" Du Yongyan did not give in at all and started to speak in an official voice.

Seeing that the two of them were full of gunpowder, Qiao Jianzhong lost his eyes at Chu Qin and another teacher. The three of them hurriedly went up to smooth things over and pulled away the two of them quarreling.

Du Yongyan broke free from Chu Qin's hand and looked at Ye Chuan contemptuously: "Hmph, trash!" After that, he turned around and left the office.

"Tsk, menopause!" Ye Chuan muttered, his voice was very small, but everyone could hear it clearly.

When Du Yongyan heard Ye Chuan's words, he staggered. He wanted to go back to find Ye Chuan to argue, but when he thought that he had to notify other teachers, he ignored him. He thought that Ye Chuan was blind and actually said that he was menopause. Although he was a little older, he still had charm. There was someone on the subway yesterday who wanted to take advantage of him.

Thinking of this, Du Yongyan looked at her bloated figure that she thought was plump and left with her sexy steps.
Chapter completed!