The wedding matter of buying a ring cannot be executed immediately. Angel is almost the end of the term. He is staring at the students every day. After school, sometimes there will be a bleak student running to the consultation room on the fifth floor to remove the garbage.>﹍Ya﹏Wenbaw-w·w`.-y=a`w-e·n8

But Na Chen was not in a hurry. He went to the store when he had nothing to do and sent Anhe a few photos of the rings for him to choose.

Angel has no idea about these things, and it looks similar, especially the men's ring, which doesn't have so many flowers, it's all a circle, a big circle, a small circle, a big circle...

In the morning, another one was sent from Q.

I saw it yesterday, I forgot to send it to you. Is it good?

Angel sat in the office and stared at the computer screen for five minutes, and then went back to one. Isn’t this the same thing as the one you asked me to see the day before yesterday?

Uncle, please go and wear a pair of reading glasses, what are your eyes!

Is it different?

Forget it, stay there.

Na Chen's avatar became dark and probably helpless to him. Anhe looked at the ring for a while, and felt that after closing the dialog box for a while, he would immediately not remember what the ring looked like.

"Mr. An... Mr. An," someone next to him coughed in a low voice, "Mr. An."

Angel kept looking at the computer without paying attention to her side. She was startled when she heard the sound and quickly closed the dialog box, turned around and saw that it was his representative of the political class.

"Zhang Jiawei, what's the matter?" Anhe asked, and found that the boy's eyes were still staring at his screen, so he reached out and shook his hand in front of the screen.

"The homework has been collected," Zhang Jiawei smiled a little embarrassedly, "I didn't hand it over, he said I'll make up for it in the afternoon."

"He is good at craftsmanship, he has another day of sewing and repairing," Anhe sighed, "Okay, I understand."

Zhang Jiawei stood by the table and had no intention of leaving. Angel glanced at him: "Is there anything else?"

"Mr. An, you..." Zhang Jiawei pointed to the computer, "Are you getting married?"

"Ah?" Anhe was stunned for a moment, and his heart jumped a little. It was impossible for him to ignore this matter at all, especially in front of the students.

"That ring is a wedding ring?" Zhang Jiawei asked in a low voice.

Anhe quickly recalled in his mind that there should be nothing else except the picture of the ring. Na Chen didn't rush to call him his wife or something today. He responded vaguely: "Ah, look."

"Oh," Zhang Jiawei pushed the homework book in front of him, "I'm leaving."

Seeing Zhang Jiawei walking out of the office quickly, Anhe clicked on the dialog box and looked at it. It was quite normal. Nachen's name is no longer a non-mainstream brainless name. It has been changed to a cooking expert, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Anhe glanced at the door of the office. Zhang Jiawei talked a lot and was quite cheerful. According to Anhe's impression, he should have a virtue just now, at least he had to chase and ask a few more questions, but he turned around and left without saying anything.

Angel thought for a while, but couldn't figure out why.

At noon, he ate something casually. Na Chen called and the two of them talked a few words. Hearing Na Chen complained that the elder sister who cooked in the canteen might have been a pig farmer in the past.

"Your birthday is only two days away, it's just the weekend," Na Chen said while eating, "We'll find a high-end place to have a meal and get things done by the way. Yawen bar_﹏﹎"

"What's the matter?" Angel was stunned.

"Buy a ring and get married. Uncle, what's wrong with you? Don't you have medical insurance? Hurry up and buy some dha," Na Chen sighed, "It's getting more and more difficult for us to communicate. What should you do if you get dementia in another twenty years?"

Angel smiled for a while: "What should I do if I am really demented?"

"What can I do? Grip my teeth and hold it up. Can I throw you out?" Na Chen took a sip of water. "Anyway, I'm old, so I'll be serving you as an exercise."

In the first class in the afternoon, Anhe directly entered the classroom of Class 4 with his laptop in his arms. When he saw the confused eyes of the students below, he remembered that this was his own class, and he should have bought some DHA.

"Sorry, I miss you so much." Angel turned around and left the classroom with laughter, turning into his own classroom.

When he put his notebook on the podium, he saw a large packaged box on the podium.

"What?" he pointed to the box and put the notebook aside.

"Happy birthday to Mr. An——" the students shouted in their voices.

"Yo," Angel laughed. He didn't expect the student to know his birthday, "Thank you."

"Are you moved?" * shouted below, "Is this self-study change?"

"I think beautifully, I just want to change to a self-study class to sleep in a sentence that you haven't even rehearsed," Anh said while lowering his head and unpacking the box, "I shouted eight parts of the rotation."

The gift was a large glass vase containing colorful balls. Each colorful ball had a blessing and a student's name. Angel held the bottle and looked at it for a long time, and he was very careful.

"Thank you," Angel put down the bottle and held the podium with his hands. "It's quite unexpected. I'm really moved, but I really didn't study for myself."

After class, Anhe walked to the office and when he passed through the playground, he chased him from behind: "Mr. An!"

"Hmm?" Anhe turned around and saw * holding a bag in his hand, "What are you doing?"

"I'll give you this," * handed him the bag and rubbed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. "My mom said I have to give a gift alone, and I think so, thank you for your concern for me this year."

"What is it?" Angel smiled, opened the bag and looked at it, a ball wrapped in the newspaper.

"I pinched one for Xu Jingyao before, but she didn't want to kill her. I just wrapped another layer outside and made a big one for you."

"You..." Angel couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you so honest?"

"Hey, I'm not afraid that you will fall accidentally in the future. Why did you see one inside?" * chuckled a few times.

"I won't fall, don't worry," Angel patted his shoulder, "Thank you."

"Then I'll go back to the classroom." * turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait," Angel stopped him, "How do you know my birthday?"

"Zhang Jiawei said, the person's class should be more dedicated."

"Zhang Jiawei?" Anhe was a little surprised by this, but after being stunned, he suddenly moved his heart and called again to the classroom*.>﹍Ya﹏Wenbaw-w·w`.-y=a`w-e·n8

"Mr. An is about to go to the bathroom." * looked at him with a sad face.

"You stick to the last question," Angel smiled. "Who wrote the confession letter on Singles' Day last year?"

"I can't say this."* answered very simply.

Angel looked at him without saying anything.

After looking at each other silently for a while, * couldn't bear it: "Mr. An, do you want to settle the score later?"

"Isn't it just a joke? I'll just make a big deal, I'll ask."

"…written by Zhang Jiawei," Xiao jumped to the toilet, "Don't say what I said."

"I won't look for him, go pee you." Angel waved his hand.

Angel returned to the office and drank half a cup of tea, thinking that he was probably thinking a little too outrageously.

Just as I was about to go to the toilet, the phone rang in the office. The head teacher of Class 7 downstairs looked for him and said that he would take a student to the consultation room to chat in a while.

Angel agreed, ran to the toilet, and went directly to the fifth floor.

He has been in the consultation room for a long time these days. At the end of the period, someone from the bureau is going to check. School Jiang means that he wants to work harder to build a demonstration school. Angela spends time here every day when he has time to sort out the cases.

If Anhe hadn't been moved by Jiang's silent handling of the last photo, he wouldn't have worked so hard. The consultation time was calculated based on the class fee, and he would have to spend a lot of spare time, which was simply overpaid.

The student in Class 7 is no big deal. Although his junior high school grades are average, they are considered to be acceptable. After high school, he suddenly found that his grades were in the middle of the class and was immediately overwhelmed by the feeling of failure.

Nowadays, many children are like this, and they are too slutty. They have never experienced what they can't get since childhood. When they suddenly find that they have not met their expectations, they just fall down.

If it was like myself... Angel smiled. Of course, it would be too extreme for me to be like myself, but I would be more able to withstand some setbacks since I was a child.

After chatting with this student for most of the class, the student walked out with a look of confusion and sudden enlightenment. Anhe added: "You can come to me at any time."

Just as he was about to pour a glass of water to drink, the door of the consultation room was pushed open again, and Angel held the cup: "You can do it anytime and anywhere, so fast."

"Mr. An." The person who came in called him, but his voice was not the student he had before.

Angel turned around and saw Zhang Jiawei.

"Zhang Jiawei?" Anhe looked at the time. This was self-study.

"I either skip class or want to come over and talk." Zhang Jiawei sat down on the sofa.

"Well, what's wrong?" Angel sat down opposite him.

Zhang Jiawei didn't say anything, and after a while he started to speak, "Are you really going to get married?"

"Hmm?" Anhe responded, his mind's a little outrageous thoughts were rumbling. He sorted out his thoughts, "Not yet."

"Then... I'm just a person who wants to get married anyway." Zhang Jiawei looked at him.

"Yeah, yes." Anh nodded.

Zhang Jiawei sighed deeply and leaned against the sofa and stopped talking.

Angel looked at him for a long time, but he didn't mean to speak, but seeing his reaction, Angel felt that his guess might not be too outrageous, although he was quite surprised.

"Do you still remember the letter last year?" Zhang Jiawei finally spoke again.

"Yeah, it's quite domineering." Anh nodded.

"I wrote it, I wrote it with my feet." Zhang Jiawei pointed at himself, and then pointed at his feet.

Angel was very serious, but now he couldn't help but be happy. He raised his thumb: "Good footwork, I said why did you spray perfume? It's a scent?"

"My feet are not smelly," Zhang Jiawei also smiled, smiled for a while and then lowered his head and whispered, "I just want to tell you that that is not a joke, although it looks quite a joke."

"Thank you," said Angel, feeling that he had said thank you this afternoon.

"Thank you? What do you thank?" Zhang Jiawei raised his head.
To be continued...