"Teacher, can you really pursue girls without restrictions?"

"Of course, after observation, you found that Cui Zheng's girlfriend is still Wu Chunxing, right?"

The student couple who were called by the head teacher at the class meeting was a secret. Although this is a well-known secret, the whole class couldn't help but feel uproar. Wu Chunxing lowered her head shyly and secretly glanced at Cui Zheng after a while. She was expecting that the two of them would fall in love with each other and felt affectionately, Cui Zheng was indifferent and said to himself: "***, go to flatter Mo Yongtai in the morning, do you think I am a fool?"

Even so, the relationship between teachers and students has been further improved, and at least won the favor of most boys who are looking forward to picking up girls.

"Teacher, let's discuss how to arrange a trip to Yushi Island."

"In the eight plans, unless the scores of the whole class's midterm exam are above 450." The board of directors set the standard to meet the standards is 420 points, and Lao Liao said 30 points more to leave room for himself.

"Let's wait and see! We will win it easily!" a fool who had never passed the exam roared.

The class meetings and classes were combined, but the school staff had not yet gotten off work. Liao Xuebing quickly went to the Finance Department to check how much tuition fees the class was left. Otherwise, the students would get good grades as scheduled but they didn’t have the money to take the bus. So where is his prestige?

On the other hand, Mo Yongtai, who boasted about Haikou, found Murong Bingyu's agent Xu Yan, and the two made an appointment to meet at a cafe in the west of the city.

As dinner approached, there were not many people in the cafe. Mo Yongtai took off his coat and leaned on the back of the chair, ordered two small snacks, and smiled at the person in front of him, "Ms. Xu, I haven't seen him for several days."

"Mr. Tai, is there anything wrong with me when I come out this time?" Xu Yan put on light makeup, fresh and pleasant.

"As for my father's last time, I didn't help you, and I apologize to you. In fact, my old man is not that kind of person. Sometimes he is too eager for quick success and instant benefits, and hopes that it will not affect our future friendship." Mo Yongtai said.

Xu Yan looked at him very seriously, as if he was looking for something in his eyes. After a long time, he said, "It's nothing, don't take it too seriously."

"I have advised my father for a long time. He has been reluctant to tell me the truth. How is Miss Bingyu now?"

Xu Yan smiled and said, "Fortunately, the lady has the help of noble people, and the misfortune turns good. Ling Zun has promised not to cause trouble for the lady again."

Mo Yongtai's eyes were big, "What?" He quickly realized that he had lost his composure and was shocked to his father's behavior: "My old man actually razed the ground to Miss Bingyu, fortunately she was lucky to be lucky."

Xu Yan did not doubt that there was him, and said, "If you ask me out, please tell me if you have anything to do. If I can, I will definitely help. The lady's company decided to let her stay here and do her best to develop the business in Zhonghai City. We are very busy, and there will be a notice tonight."

Mo Yongtai took out his laptop and said, "I forgot to tell you that I found a new job and became a teacher at Tulip High School on Yuanhu Road. In fact, this is true. Zhonghai City will hold a high school art competition. As a model and role model for high schools in the city over the years, our school naturally has to set up a look and take the lead. Haha, there is a lot of nonsense to say. Because of this pressure, the school board of directors transferred the pressure to the art preparation group, and I happened to be a member of the group."

"Okay, I know a few oil painters from Binhai Road. I'll introduce you to familiarize yourself. It's hard to say whether you can help."

"Wait, I don't mean that. Listen to me and finish it. The art competition focuses on not skills but inspiration and creativity. It's useless to ask them. There are too few students in our school who like to draw, and no one is interested, so we try every means to mobilize their interests to the greatest extent."

Xu Yan interrupted again, "That's it, I'm just an agent and I haven't done any publicity strategies, so it won't help you."

"I didn't say you want to promote it. That's it. After research, we found that young people like to follow the trend. If this year's trend is to eat shit, they will probably chew on it without hesitation. If the trend is art painting? The whole school student started to participate in the competition. At least one of the 100 people would have a flash of inspiration, right?"

Xu Yan said: "But I can't lead the trend. I'm so old, so how can I still understand such a little girl's thing?"

"Ms. Xu, please wait until I finish speaking before interrupting? Don't you have an official celebrity website? The current social information is developed, and everything is related to the prosperity of the Internet. There are only teachers who can't access the Internet, and there are no students who can't access the Internet. Most fans in our school browse and see that their idols actually like this, and then they come into action to form a trend, which is very beneficial to our preparation team. Announcing that Miss Bingyu likes to draw will not have any impact on her, but will have great benefits. Fans will think that she is reasonable, gentle and has a higher image. This is a good thing." Mo Yongtai was completely imitating the tone of the still-althy tone.

"This Miss Bingyu is a public figure. Just a word and action will cause an act of the whole body, causing unpredictable consequences. I need to discuss with the company's think tank and cannot agree easily. However, I will try my best to say good things to you and notify you immediately when there is any news."

"So that's the case. There are so many interests. I think so simply." Mo Yongtai was angry because of being rejected, but he smiled kindly on the surface.

After the two said goodbye, Xu Yan returned to the villa arranged by the company in Ping'an Mountain. Murong Bingyu sat barefoot on the floor of the living room and read novels. The smooth floor with yellow patterns reflected the tender white limbs, which looked lazy and sad. Seeing Xu Yan come back, she smiled and said, "Hehe, life is very boring. Sister Yan is back on a date. Have you eaten? If you don't eat, let the chef make a side dish again. I'll wait for you for half an hour before eating it myself."

"It doesn't matter. I just drank coffee. How could I have a date? Mr. Tai has something to do with me." Xu Yan said from beginning to end what Mo Yongtai asked for.

Murong Bingyu put down the novel and pondered: "When his father dealt with us, Mo Yongtai helped us several times. He seemed very dissatisfied with his father's style and was a good person. If we can help this little request, please help. Sister Yan, please let the servant bring the computer over."

While rubbing his numb ankles, he turned on the computer and said, "Mo Yongtai went to be a teacher, which means he wanted to draw a clear line with his father. Sister Yan, which school is he in? Let's go to the website to check it out."

“Tulip High School.”

"Okay, I found it, it's designed very well. The school environment is really good. I really want to study in this school." Murong Bingyu dragged his mouse to browse, "Look at what interesting things are in the forum." Opening a column, a title suddenly fell into his eyes: "The confession of Liao Xuebing, the head teacher of Class 2 of the Second Year."

Liao Xuebing? Is that weird guy? It's a very interesting person, but he has a bad temper. He must be a teacher in this school. Click this post and load an audio. Murong Bingyu smiled and said, "Can it be his confession? Tulip High School is really funny."

A recording came from the built-in speaker, and the voice was low and emotional: "Because one day, I accidentally heard Murong Bingyu's singing. What a wonderful sound of nature. From then on, I completely became a fan of Miss Bingyu. I would rather lose everything to see her. Fortunately, Cui Zheng gave me a ticket that day, and finally realized my dream that I, a poor teacher, could never realize in my life, and that was to attend Miss Bingyu's concert."

It took only a few dozen seconds to come, and the sound quality was not very clear, but it was definitely Lao Liao's voice.

In fact, this was recorded by the students in their class during the class meeting on their mobile phones. They were reorganized afterwards, cut them off and made them into audio files and sent to the campus forum. Just like Mo Yongtai's ugly photo, it just made everyone smile.

No one expected that this piece of Lao Liao's bragging and nonsense would be heard by the real Murong Bingyu.

She looked back at Xu Yan with some guilt. The latter looked as usual, thinking that it was just a fanatical fan. She sighed and said, "Oh, I'm really tired. I'll agree to Mo Yongtai's proposal. We won't lose anyway. Sister Yan, please contact the webmaster of Bingyu.com when you have time and ask him to post the message. I'll do it in a few days and think about the wording. Don't overdo it. I'll ask Mo Yongtai to talk tomorrow."

Back in the bedroom, reopen the Tulip High School website forum, put on the headphones, and listened to the audio again

On Saturday, in order to enhance his relationship with Liao Xuebing, Bai Youcheng specially invited him to have fun.

The evergreen Golf Club is an 18-hole, 78-winning golf course. It is said to have spent US$200 million to build and is known as the chief golf course in Haishi. The course covers an area of ​​150 hectares. The greening rate is as high as 97%, 800,000 square meters of lawns, 12,000 camphor trees, red maple and other trees. 30,000 square meters of strange rocks and stones, 240 kinds of flowers in all seasons, 256 rolling hills, and 13 small bridges and flowing water.
Chapter completed!