The Boss is Very Busy

The little girl looked slightly unclear and looked in the direction she was pointing. The professor was asking a student's question, and the smile at the other party was kind of tender, and her eyes seemed to discharge everyone.

Without waiting for her to say anything, MuMian continued to speak, his tone calm and quiet.

"It's ugly, it's greasy."

"..."

Greasy?

The little girl stared at the professor silently. At this moment, he asked many students to stand up and answer questions, the smile on his face enlarged, and he looked carefully...

It seems to be a little bit.

After being said by MuMian, the little girl didn't know how to look directly at the professor.

After this class, the more she watched, the more she felt that the man's gestures were greasy and contrived, and the little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief after the bell rang after class.

The professor sorted the books, he raised his head and looked over there accurately, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly stood up: MuMian) classmate, come with me to the office."

MuMian: "..."

She stopped and looked at the professor blankly. The other party received her gaze, smiled at her suddenly, and raised her hand for a gesture. People next to them also looked at MuMian one after another.

And the little girl standing next to MuMian looked at the professor, then put her gaze on MuMian for a few seconds, suddenly raised her head and patted her: "Should I wait for you?"

MuMian shook his head.

"No, you go back first."

The professor has already left the classroom, MuMian picked up the book and followed, and the whispering voice of a few girls nearby came: "Why did the professor tell her to go?"

"I do not know either."

"It should be the representative of the course, don't you know that MuMian is the number one course?"

"Huh? I knew I had tried my best to get the first place, and I also wanted to be Professor Chen's class representative."

"You? Forget it, it would be nice if you can pass."

"..."

MuMian walked to Chen Zeng's office, she raised her hand and tapped, and there came a clear and gentle voice, "Please come in."

MuMian opened the door and went in. She walked to Chen Zeng’s desk. The other party was immersed in correcting something, and marked the main points with a red pen on the paper. She looked serious. The girl stood: "Teacher, you call Do I have something?"

Hearing her voice, Chen Zeng's fingers paused, then he put down the pen and raised his head, with a gentle smile on his lips: "MuMian, the teacher asked you to come over, no big deal."

MuMian looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

Chen Zeng pushed down his glasses, and he turned out a pile of materials, which were the homework the students had handed in last time. Chen Zeng turned to the first page, which was the homework of MuMian)," and he lowered his head.

"Your homework teacher looked at it and did a great job, and it was quite unexpected. There are many points of view in it. The teacher thinks it is great, and I also appreciate that you, a young child, can write so well."

MuMian nodded.

"Thank you, teacher."

"So, I think you are the best in our class." Chen Zeng raised his head, and his amorous peach blossom eyes were discharging. When he looked carefully, he always seemed a little hypocritical. He laughed, and his tone became softer: "So, I wonder if you are interested in being the teacher's class representative?"

Almost without thinking, MuMian shook his head: "No, teacher, I don't have much time."

"What?" She refused without even thinking about it. Chen Zeng's mouth froze and she couldn't help but blurt out. He paused, as if he felt something wrong, and his smile became gentle again.

"It doesn't matter, what can the students of MuMian tell the teacher, is there anything the teacher can help you?"