“Okay, okay, the teacher will buy it for you.”
The head teacher suppressed the tears in his eyes, his head drooped from all angles, trying to avoid Zhang Zixuan’s eyes, pretending to be relaxed and walked out of the infirmary.
Feng Yin at the door, stayed for a minute, wanting to leave with the class teacher.
“Feng Yin?”
Zhang Zixuan suddenly shouted Feng Yin’s name, and Feng Yin turned around in confusion.
“Do you know me?”
It’s not Feng Yin’s difference, but in the head teacher’s mouth, Zhang Zixuan doesn’t look like a child watching her live broadcast, let alone a child from a senior high school.
“Well, I know you, are you here to live broadcast in our school?”
“Yes, I’m here to be the aunt who cooks food today.”
Zhang Zixuan looked at Feng Yin at the door, not knowing what she was thinking.
“Can you stay for a while?”
Feng Yin really has nothing to do, and it seems that it is not impossible to stay, and it seems that it is more valuable for live broadcasts here.
“Yes, don’t worry, I won’t broadcast you live.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m eighteen years old, just the day before yesterday.”
Now September has just passed, and Zhang Zixuan has just entered her senior year.
“Okay.”
Feng Yin walked in, sat next to Zhang Zixuan, touched her forehead with one hand, and lowered her a little.
“You will sweat later, don’t catch a cold.”
“Thank you.”
Zhang Zixuan’s smile was very warm. She took off her glasses and her eyes were squinting, like a lazy kitten.