The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

Jiang Chaan read the message but didn't reply. He walked slowly to the office and knocked on the door.

There is still a crack left open, not tightly closed, and you can go in as soon as the door is pushed.

One of the teachers, with his back to Jiang Chaan, was sitting on an office chair. He looked irritable and rummaged through something. He had long hair, a dark blue retro denim jacket, and dark-to-black trousers. His style was very A. , but he looked not in a good mood, with two students standing in front of him.

Jiang Chaan looked twice, and then walked in the direction of his class teacher. From a distance, he could hear a certain teacher scolding people and students.

 The sound continues to enter the ears.

 Jiang Cha’an: “…”

 Jiang Chaan silently walked away from her.

This teacher is too fierce. He promised to be a role model for others.

"You came."

Their head teacher is a middle-aged female teacher in her forties or fifties. She wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She looks up from her busy schedule and has big red lips, which are deeply smeared with lipstick.

“There are seven new students reporting to our class today, so I will hand them over to you. They are at the gate now. You and the moral education teacher will pick them up and tell them what to pay attention to for the new students.”

Jiang Cha quietly looked at the head teacher's mouth, blinked, and wore a high ponytail, with a strand of black hair scattered around her ears. Her small face was as pale as a paper painting, and coupled with her thinness, it felt like something from a horror story. He is a paper man, but his expression is very gentle, and he is a good student at first glance.

 “Moral education teacher?”

"That's right." The head teacher raised his hand and pointed, "That's the one, you go with her."

Jiang Chaan followed her gaze.

 See the grumpy teacher who keeps outputting.

　　　…”

 The grumpy teacher raised his hand and smashed the textbook on the ground.

Jiang Chaan's eyelids twitched. Some teachers were in the office and some were not. Everyone was performing their duties, and there was no unnecessary communication from beginning to end.

Jiang Chaan could vaguely grasp a vague line but could not explain it clearly. However, as time went by, this sense of weirdness became more and more serious. She bent down to pick up the textbook on the ground and handed it to the grumpy teacher with a soft and hoarse voice.

"teacher."

 The teacher paused for a moment and looked at her with a strange look.

 Jiang Chaan slowly raised his head and looked at her.

Surprisingly, this grumpy-looking teacher is pretty good-looking. He looks to be in his twenties, with high eyebrow bones, heavy eyebrows, a lazy and tired appearance, and peach blossom eyes. , the bridge of the nose has a superior line, which is quite like Yujie, but her brows are furrowed, and her expression looks like she is in a bad mood and wants to kill someone.

This...moral education director?

Does she know how to write the word moral education?

The teacher took the textbook with long, pale fingers and said in a low, hoarse and tired voice: "Thank you."

Just now, it was the same voice that scolded the two students until they were so **** that they couldn't even lift their heads.

Jiang Chaan shook his head: "Teacher, are we going to pick up the new students now?"

"Freshman?" Ranbai threw the textbook on the table, picked up a pen and said perfunctorily, "Oh, let's go."

The two students were two boys. Their expressions were dull and motionless. After receiving the criticism and education, their faces turned red and they walked in the same direction.

Jiang Chaan originally thought they were going out, but he didn't expect that the direction they were going was towards the window.

 The next second, they opened the window—

 Jiang Chaan’s head jumped.

 Jumped straight down!

 An enlarged version of Sister Yu’s face came closer to her, looking at her anxiously.

"What are you looking at?"