Chapter 944

The next day, Qianmiao returned to the training team and returned to study.

The teacher brought a bunch of homework to them and asked them to solve it as soon as possible.

I haven't started writing yet, someone calls her.

"Tang Qianmiao, Professor Si asked you to go to his office."

Qianmiao raised his eyes, bit the lollipop in his mouth, threw the sticky stick into the trash can beside him, got up and walked out.

Si Han's office was very quiet. After knocking on the door and entering, he was the only one inside.

After Tang Qianmiao entered, he took off his eyes, put them aside, held his hands on his overlapping legs, his back next to the back of the chair, and said lightly: "Sit down."

"The teacher has something to say." She didn't sit down.

Si Han: "Well, sit down, let's talk about it."

Qianmiao pulled open the chair and sat down casually, looking at him quietly.

Si Han opened the drawer and handed her a piece of white paper and a pen.

"Sign up."

Qianmiao frowned: "Signature?"

Si Han: "If your children at home have your fans, sign your name."

Qianmiao was silent for a second, then picked up the pen and wrote the word Bai Mi on it.

Speaking of fans, it's this vest.

However, Si Han said: "I'm wrong, it's not this."

He took out a piece of white paper and handed it to her: "Your original name is more elegant and the font is the same type you want to return to the king of the playing cards that day."

Qianmiao frowned: "Which one should I sign?"

"Your original name, Tang Qianmiao."

She put down her pen: "What does the professor want my original signature to do?"

He looked at him leisurely.

As a professor in the fourth year, Si Han received a look from a child who was so many years younger than him for the first time, and it felt very novel.

Before that, he was already angry.

Now, it's different.

Si Han struggled for a moment, stared at her, and said, "I already know your identity in Fire."

"Oh, I know." Qianmiao said lightly.

Si Han was surprised: "Do you know? What Teacher Shu told you?"

Qianmiao: "No one told me."

"How do you know?"

Qianmiao's lips moved and asked, "Professor, there is nothing else. I'll go out first and have to go to class."

"The child wants your signature, it's just a matter of raising hands."

Qianmiao raised his eyes: "How could the professor's children know me?"

Si Han's face changed slightly, terrible, I forgot this logic.

He said, "Don't worry about this kind of details. Sign. Once you sign, you can go to class."

Qianmiao Meifeng raised her eyebrows, picked up the paper and pen without saying a word, and quickly wrote a few words on her head.

The handsome fonts exude a bold and unrestrained and free and easy style.

Si Han's eyes were starry-lit and waved his hand and said, "Go to class."

After Tang Qianmiao went out, he waited for a while. After confirming that no one had come in, he hurriedly stood up and bent over to take the paper over to appreciate it.

The next second, his smile froze.

The font is beautiful, but the name is not Tang Qianmiao's, but...his!

A stream of air rushed up, and he kneaded the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Three seconds later, he suddenly bent down and picked up the ball of paper and spread it, spread it flat, and blow the dust.

After a long time of hard work, it still failed to recover, so I got up and went to another teacher to ask if there was an iron.

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During lunch time, Qianmiao and Wei Wu sat in the window of the second-floor restaurant to have a meal.

It just so happened that variety show was on the TV in the canteen.

Today is Saturday, and students can watch the show. Usually, the TV is full of news, and it will be turned off after only 30 minutes.
Chapter completed!