The host is messing with moths every day

Chapter 19
Probably because the incident at noon would tarnish the school's reputation, the school didn't reveal any news, even the intelligence officer Yang Youyou didn't know what happened at noon.

Qian Xian spent the afternoon peacefully, and in a blink of an eye it was time for the cleaning at night.

Lao Liu, the head teacher of Class One, teaches physical education. He is a rough old man. He usually adopts a free-range attitude towards the students in his class, but he is as careful as a hair.

Seeing that Qian Xian was not tall, he arranged for her to sweep the classroom floor.

This kind of work with no technical content and high safety, Qian Xian quickly finished it.

She wandered around the school until she ended up in the dean's office.

Xu Meina's mother came tonight, and she is still at the dean's place. She should be training with her daughter.

The system mutters daily, [What are you doing here?The teaching director is stern and selfless, and will definitely be severely punished!If you have the skills, why don't you go to the next class to match up the hero and heroine! 】

Task!Task!Look at your task progress bar, it's still a zero egg!
Qian Xian said convincingly, [I'm going to learn from the teacher's momentum! 】

System: […] You just want to watch the fun!
The school was recently renovated, and there were not enough head teachers' offices, so the school arranged several head teachers to squeeze into one office.

But even so, there were still two class teachers who didn't go alone, so the school transferred them to the dean's territory.

Coincidentally, the head teachers of Class [-] and Class [-] are the two lucky ones.

Qian Yuan stood outside the office door, her big eyes looking inside through the small crack of the door.

At this time, the head teachers of Class [-] and Class [-] were not there, and only the dean and Xu Meina's mother and daughter were there.

The dean sat on a chair with stern eyes and chattered endlessly.

"Look at your outfit! What do you look like?! Change it back for me! In two weeks, I hope to see..."

"Gu Qianxian, what are you doing here?"

A familiar voice sounded from the side, Qian Xian turned her head to look, and met the puzzled eyes of her homeroom teacher.

The system exploded instantly.

[I told you not to come!Look at the package you were caught!how to explain? !Quickly find a reason!Or say you came to ask him a question! 】

Qian Xian seemed to have listened, and she asked the system, 【What question do I want to ask the teacher? 】

Now the system is stumped, 【Let me think about it...】

Qian Xian blinked her eyes, her face was full of innocence, she said crisply, "Teacher, I finished cleaning! I want to see if your office needs to be cleaned!"

The little girl is delicate and pretty, and she speaks softly and sweetly. She studies well and is sensible, which can warm people's hearts.

When Lao Liu heard this, he was immediately relieved, "Good boy! The teacher generally doesn't need help here, so go and relax when you have time!"

Just when Qian Xian was about to lift her foot to leave, Lao Liu spoke again.

"But you're here too, I have a bag of garbage here, help me carry it down!"

Qian Yuan retracted her steps, raised her smiling face, and responded obediently, "Okay!"

Old Liu turned and entered the office, and soon came out with a bag of garbage and a pot of withered sunflowers.

Qian Xian pointed at the potted flower, "Teacher, do you want to throw this away too?"

"Throw it away!" Old Liu Lian put the flower pot, including the bag of garbage, into Qian Xian's hands, without any nostalgia.

Qian Xian held the trash in one hand and the flowerpot in the other, "Then can I have this potted flower?"

"It's dead, why do you want it?" Old Liu couldn't resist the little girl's expectant gaze, and changed his words, "You can have it if you want it!"

Qian Xian threw away the trash, so she strolled to the corner of the playground with the flower in her arms.

Autumn is cool and crisp, and at night the temperature drops suddenly, with a small cold wind blowing, and the falling dead leaves are rolled up and fall with the wind.

The system looked at the corner where there was no human hair, and was a little speechless.

【Why are you here with a pot of dead flowers if you don't do the mission? 】

Why, you want to hold a memorial service for this flower? !

Qian Xian's apricot eyes brightened slightly, and she said mysteriously, "You'll know later!"

The system is inexplicably flustered, it always feels that the host is going to make trouble again.

[Don't mess around!We are the real world!Can't mess around! 】

(End of this chapter)