It's the old man's phone.

It was said that the bank sent him a text message, and there was an extra 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in the card, and there were still parts and pieces.

Ying Tongchen thought for a moment: "Maybe it's the money from the studio."

During his college days, he partnered with several classmates to open a translation studio. At first, he only handled small manuscripts. Unexpectedly, it has developed into a well-known young studio in the industry.

The old man hesitated: "I see, oh right, that's what, that card seems to be... gone, don't make money in it in the future."

Ying Tongchen remembered that he went home yesterday, took out his wallet and took a look. Sure enough, the old man must have sneaked it in again: "Oh, here I am, I will go back to you another day."

"Oh, don't give it to me, I can't use all the money in this card, you can keep it for yourself." The old man didn't expect him to find out so quickly, "This big man can't do anything. Spend some money. And you're already in your thirties, so it's time to find someone."

"What about you, you're almost sixty, why haven't you found someone yet?"

After chatting for a while, ended the call. opened WeChat and saw that Meng Gong finally replied.

[Not a fierce attack]: What's wrong with my brother? Did things go well last night?

[Not Onslaught]: Is there an alarm? Why didn't I see your bravery on social news?

Ying Tongchen pondered about Oolong last night and replied, "I didn't call the police, but he hugged me tightly."

[Not an onslaught]: Damn it! What do you mean? Did he see you?

【Ying】: It should be bidirectional.

【Not a fierce attack】:? ? ? you're wrong

Meng Gong directly made a phone call, and after confirming with him again and again, he sighed up to the sky: "We agreed to be single and have a dog together. You bastard, you are a traitor!"

"Hmm. No, I'm still single."

Meng Gong was suddenly excited: "Is this, so exciting?"

"It's exciting."

"How is that man?"

Ying Tongchen was silent for a few seconds and made a sincere comment: "Five-star face, poor technical comment."

"...Should I go through the program or just laugh?"

"..."

"But does your face really have five stars?! Your five-star level is not easy!" Meng Gong was obviously more excited than him, "Brother, you'd better grasp the edge of the chicken, you can practice with poor skills, but it's too difficult to have a good-looking face. found."

"..."

"The old man figured it out, this person may be the peach blossom of the karmic chicken club!"

Ying Tongchen: "..."

I want to get rid of the single, not the anus.

Chapter 3

Before the new semester, there are quite a few meetings. In the morning is the school-wide teacher meeting, in the afternoon the grade group meeting, and tomorrow there will be a class meeting.

Because the promotion rate of the previous class was ranked first in the grade, and the average score of English in a single subject was a lot higher than that of other classes, this time the school decided that Ying Tongchen would take over as the head teacher of the second experimental class of high school.

Ying Tongchen didn't refuse, and communicated with other teachers, and made an appointment for the meeting time and place tomorrow.

After the meeting, a group of teachers went to the cafeteria to eat again. Several female teachers in the same group invited him out to sing and have supper and asked him if he would go.

"I won't be involved in your sister's time." Ying Tongchen politely declined.

"Oops, I'm just going to carry our bags for us." Although today is a meeting, Teacher Fu's professional attire is still a bit sexy, "Mr. Ying, every time you don't participate in our activities, it's not your girlfriend who cares. Are you strict?"

Several other female teachers covered their mouths and snickered.

Teacher Fu is a teacher who only came here last year. She likes to tease Ying Tongchen in the office on weekdays. Ying Tongchen is not sure if she is really interesting, so she can only refuse the invitation of the other party.

"That's not true." He waved his hand, "Going out with you beauties, I'm afraid passers-by will be jealous and cut me off."

A group of people leaned back and forth with joy, and Teacher Fu laughed angrily: "Mr. Ying is really hard to catch up, I heard that you are also single in school? Our English department is a place where there are so many beautiful women, and you look like you, there are so many people. I want to chase you, how did you keep your face from blushing?"

How to do it? Just bend it off.

"Let's see fate." Ying Tongchen said straightly.

Teacher Fu: "Then what type do you like? We'll help you pay attention."

Ying Tongchen: "He's taller than me."

Everyone: "???"

The math teacher on the opposite side was stunned: "You're almost 1.8 meters tall, do you want to find someone taller than you?!"

"Well, I have a sense of security." Ying Tongchen hooked the corner of his mouth, got up and left, "You guys eat slowly, I made an appointment with my friends to go to the gym."

A group of teachers were left cluttered in the fan.

"Does it mean that Ying Tongchen likes fitness, so he likes tall people?"

"The director still wants to introduce his daughter to Ying Tongchen. Now it's over. Hahaha, I'm suddenly happy."

"Then are we out of play? The whole army is wiped out?"

"Aren't we dwarfs worthy of love?"

The math teacher Zheng Zhinan raised his hand weakly and blushed: "I, I like short people, do you want to consider me?"

"Don't think about it, mathematics is our natural enemy! We have no common topic!"

Zheng Zhinan: "Hey."

The private club where Meng Gong works is located in the city center, and the venue is clean and bright. Clients are either rich or expensive. As long as they go to the clubhouse, there will be private teachers for one-on-one teaching at any time.

Thanks to Menggong's employee benefits, Ying Tongchen got the annual card at a discounted price.

After one set, he sat down in the snack area with a bottle of water. After a while, Meng Gong was free and sat down opposite him.

"How is Zhen Mingxin?" Ying Tongchen asked.

"It's good." Meng Gong smugly raised his chin behind him, "Well, how about my new client?"

Ying Tongchen turned back and saw Zhen Mingxin dressed in a heart, showing thin arms and thin legs, with a towel on his shoulders, and smiled shyly at him with sweat on his face: "Brother Ying."