"You guys have been watching TV for a while and haven't eaten yet. I'm going to cook for you right now!" The middle-aged woman turned on the TV, then picked up the apron and tied it on while saying to Zhang Min and Yajun.

Perhaps it was because it was rare to have a guest at home, and the middle-aged woman was very happy.

"No need, Auntie, we're not hungry now!" Zhang Min waved her hands quickly.

"Why are you so polite?" the middle-aged woman smiled, ignoring Zhang Min's words and walked straight to the kitchen.

"What should we do now?" Zhang Min turned to look at Yajun and asked.

"Just wait until the dean comes!" Yajun said nonchalantly.

Time passed quickly, and as expected, at around eight o'clock, the dean came back.

The dean came back and saw Yajun and Zhang Min in the living room as soon as he entered the door. He couldn't help but have some questions.

"Hello, teacher, we are students from No. 23 Middle School, and we have some questions that we would like to ask you!" Out of courtesy, Zhang Min stood up and said to the dean.

"Is there a problem?" The dean obviously didn't understand why he came to see him if there was a problem, but he was a teacher after all, so he just hesitated and said to Zhang Min: "Is there any problem? Is it about learning?"

While taking off his clothes and hanging them on the hook, he adjusted his glasses and came over in confusion.

"Can we talk on the second floor?" Zhang Min glanced at the busy middle-aged woman in the kitchen, then turned to the dean and said!

The dean was stunned, glanced at Zhang Min and Yajun in confusion, and then nodded lightly.

"Well, okay!"

Zhang Min smiled gratefully at the dean, but the dean did not speak, but looked at the two people carefully, and then walked up to the second floor.

Zhang Min glanced at Yajun. In Yajun's eyes, she couldn't see any nervousness or any emotional fluctuations in Yajun at this time. It was as if everything was going so naturally. He didn't change at all.

Seeing this, Zhang Min could only curl her lips, and without saying anything else, she and Yajun followed the dean up to the second floor.

On the second floor, the dean brought Zhang Min and Zhang Min into a single room that was elegantly decorated, filled with neat textbooks and some teaching materials.

It can be seen that this is the study room where the dean usually works alone.

The dean remained silent and did not speak. After entering the room with Zhang Min and Yajun, he sat on the leisure chair closest to the window on the second floor. He did not speak immediately, but took off the chair.

He wiped the eyes he wore before putting them on again, and then turned his attention to Zhang Min and Yajun.

"I remember that not long after you came to school, the person who signed up late was named Zhang...Zhang..."

The dean looked at Zhang Min. He still had a vague impression of Zhang Min in his mind, but it seemed that because of his age or busy work, he still couldn't remember Zhang Min's full name.

"Teacher, my name is Zhang Min!"

Zhang Min took the words and said with a smile.

"Oh, I remember it, I remember it!" The dean looked like he suddenly understood, and said to Zhang Min and Yajun, "You guys should sit down too!"

The dean pointed to the two chairs in front and motioned for Zhang Min and Yajun to sit down.

In order not to cause trouble, Zhang Min closed the door before sitting down.

While I was sighing in my heart, I had to say that I was right to be with Yajun today.

As soon as he entered the dean's house, Yajun remained silent.

Fortunately, we came together. If he came alone, what would he be able to find out?
Chapter completed!