The school god actually has a crush on me

Chapter 142 This... Isn't it Han Mo?

"Come in." The director sat upright and called to the door.

Tang Tang temporarily swallowed the words he was going to make up, lowered his head silently, and glanced at the office door lightly.

I saw Mr. Xie, the head teacher of class [-], poked his probe inside, waited and watched before walking in: "Director, what do you want from me?"

Seeing Tang Tang standing by the desk, Mr. Xie was suddenly startled: "Huh? Are you here?"

The director coughed, then put his hand on the mouse and shook it casually a few times, motioning for Mr. Xie to look at it: "You can see for yourself."

Teacher Xie was suspicious, listened to what the director said, and looked at what was displayed on the computer screen.

At the first glance, Mr. Xie was too frightened to continue reading.

"This..." She straightened up immediately, and then began to apologize, "I'm sorry, Director, I was negligent."

The director ignored Mr. Xie's apology: "Now it's not about whether you are negligent or not. The most important thing at the moment is that we have to solve this problem first."

"Yes yes yes..." Mr. Xie quickly replied, "I told these two children before, and they agreed to me..."

"Do you know who this man is?" the director asked immediately without waiting for Mr. Xie to finish speaking.

When the director asked, Mr. Xie was fine, but Tang Tang's heart skipped a beat.

"This...isn't it Han Mo?" Teacher Xie looked blankly at Tang Tang who was standing beside him.

Tang Tang's grievances... He was afraid of something.

The last thing she wanted was to involve Han Mo, but things were so unsatisfactory.

"Han, Han Mo?" The one who was surprised this time was the director.

"Isn't it... not?" Teacher Xie looked at the photo again, and then at Tang Tang.

In the photo, the boy's face is completely covered by the girl, just looking at his figure, he doesn't seem to look like Han Mo.

Tang Tang didn't answer, she really jumped into the Yellow River this time and couldn't clean it up!
If she admits it, it seems a bit risky, but if she denies it, what if the director and Mr. Xie misunderstand her further?

"Forget it, you can call Han Mo from your class too." The director waved his hand at Teacher Xie, feeling his head was getting bigger.

Teacher Xie got the order and left the office in a hurry.

In the office, only Tang Tang and the director were left.

The director rubbed his temples before re-examining Tang Tang: "When did you and Han Mo... start?"

Tang Tang swallowed and pondered for a few seconds before answering, "Last semester."

"It's been so long?" The director was even more surprised, "I heard that the two of you have a good relationship before, but I didn't expect it... Really... one is the first in grade, and the other is second in grade. It stands to reason that you should be role models for your classmates , how could it be... oh!"

Tang Tang listened to the director's lecture with a sincere face, not daring to answer a word.

She didn't expect that after reliving her life, she would fall in love with her puppy.

While waiting for Han Mo, the director looked at the anonymous email again and muttered: "The two of you are also caught by the tail, but it's also good to solve this matter as soon as possible so that the You concentrate on studying."

Perhaps, in the opinion of the director's generation, falling in love with high school students will definitely affect their studies, college entrance examinations, and the future...

Tang Tang didn't refute. After all, she really couldn't think of a way to deal with it right now.

Especially when Han Mo came, it was still unknown what his reaction would be when he saw the photo.

At this time, Tang Tang felt that he was in dire straits, more uncomfortable than ants on a frying pan.

The door of the office was knocked again, the director straightened his clothes again, sat upright and shouted "Come in".

　Tang Tang was scolded a bit miserably, so Calvin, I don't know how to write... sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)