She Came To My Concert

"Come to my concert."

Chapter 11

The leaves of the sycamore trees are falling, and the sun is beautiful and the wind is clear.

The whole office is filled with the fragrance of golden osmanthus.

Zhu Wenshu has been posting at the desk for more than ten minutes.

Under the high autumn sun, she rested her chin and looked at the swaying golden osmanthus tree outside the window, her face full of entanglements.

Ling Chen sold her old classmate's face and gave her two tickets, but she couldn't tell them. In fact, I didn't plan to go to your concert, so I planned to give the tickets away.

That's a bit of a push on the nose and face.

But if she kept one for herself, would it be possible for her to go with Zhu Qisen's music teacher?

That's too strange, she has never even met that Xue'er.

As for the option of going with Zhu Qisen, Zhu Wenshu didn't think about it at all.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhu Wenshu turned his attention to WeChat on his mobile phone.

Anyway, now in Ling Chen's eyes, she is already a whore who is shy and rubbing her ticket.

No matter how shameless...it seems to be okay?

After finding the steps for himself, Zhu Wenshu climbed down quickly.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Thank you for the tickets, I am so honored [呲牙]

After sending this message, she waited for a long time, but there was no movement on the other side.

It wasn't until she finished correcting the homework of the two classes that Ling Chen finally answered a word.

[c]: Hmm.

How can we talk about this?

Excellent young Chinese teachers are at a loss for words.

After a long while, Zhu Wenshu held back a straight line.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Do you have any more tickets?

[c]: How many?

It seems that the self-esteem of the big star has been hurt.

Zhu Wenshu hissed and quickly retracted the previous sentence.

[Zhu Wenshu]: What I mean is, I have a friend who also really, really likes you.

[Zhu Wenshu]: I am tired of you because of you, I have suffered all the crimes for you, and I just want to get drunk for you face to face.

[Zhu Wenshu]: So...

A few minutes later, Ling Chen sent a voice message.

Zhu Wenshu looked around. To be on the safe side, she took out her earphones and put them on before turning on the voice.

"Then how about I give you another seven or eight?"

Seven or eight... Zhang?

Zhu Wenshu almost lost his grip on the phone.

According to the market price of Ling Chen's concert tickets, seven or eight tickets must not cost her?

She couldn't believe it, so she turned on the audio again and listened to it, making sure that he was talking about seven or eight pictures.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Are you unable to sell tickets? ? ? ?

[c]: ...

[c]: I wish Wen Shu

【c】: Would you like to try again?

[Zhu Wenshu]: ... Oh!

[c]: One piece.

【c】: Not many.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Alright!

Unexpectedly, Ling Chen was so easy to talk and solved this problem easily, Zhu Wenshu typed a line from the bottom of his heart.

[Zhu Wenshu]: I will definitely bring a bouquet of big flowers, and wish you great success forever!

[C]: Thank you.

[c]: I hope that the teacher's blessing will come true.

Just as he put down his phone, someone patted Zhu Wenshu from behind.

"Mr. Zhu, why are you laughing so happily?"

"what?"

Zhu Wenshu turned his head and saw Mr. Wang looking at her gossipingly, and then remembered that he was still wearing earphones.

"No, I'm listening to Guo Degang's cross talk."

Zhu Wenshu took off his earphones and touched his cheek.

Are you laughing?

"By the way, you didn't hear me talking to you just now."

Teacher Wang said, "Do you have any more red pens? I can't find my red pen. I will buy it later and return it to you."

"There are some."

Zhu Wenshu quickly handed the red pen in his hand to the senior, "What is a pen, you can just use it."

Pulling out another red pen from the drawer, Zhu Wenshu continued to correct yesterday's homework.

After the end, she began to correct the previous National Day holiday homework left over.

Opening the first student's composition, Zhu Wenshu's eyes paused for a moment on the cover, and suddenly he buried himself in the pile of homework.

Ling Siyuan's homework books are always easy to find, you just need to pick out the most tattered and dirtiest ones, among which he is designated.

Sure enough, when Zhu Wenshu saw the crooked "Ling Siyuan" on the cover, he took a deep breath and turned to the first page.

"National Day Autumn Outing"

"The National Day holiday is here, and my father took me out to play."

Seeing this line of words, Zhu Wenshu's heart skipped a beat, with mixed feelings in his heart.

She hoped that Ling Chen could spend time with Ling Siyuan, but also worried that if she really took him out to play, she would be photographed by passers-by.

When the time comes, there will be a bloody storm, and I don't know how it will end.

Fortunately, seeing the next sentence, she dispelled this worry.

"We went to my cousin's orchard in the country, where there are apple trees, persimmon trees and orange trees."

The orchard of my relatives, there should be no one there.

"The oranges are bright yellow, the persimmons are small, and the apples are big and round. I really wanted to eat them, so my father climbed a tree and picked two apples. We sat on the side of the road and ate them."

Zhu Wenshu: "...?"

Ling Chen... climbing a tree? Sitting on the side of the road eating an apple?

"Later the watchdog found us, and my dad picked me up and ran. I was very heavy, and my dad had a big butt. He panted harder than that dog when he ran."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

...a big butt?