Chapter 69

[Ding, the host captured Fang Xuan, one of the heroines, and gained 500 villain points, Fang Heng's protagonist halo -25, Fang Xuan's heroine halo -25, host villain halo +50! 】

Wang Haoran accepted the reward with satisfaction.

The rewards captured can be repeatedly swiped, but compared to the first round, the rewards are much less.

However, the reward of 500 villains and 50 halo points is considered very generous.

There are still 15 minutes until the time for the parent-teacher meeting to start.

Wang Haoran and Fang Xuan walked out of the room.

After walking a few steps, he met Song Zhenyu.

Wang Haoran was taken aback, but with his good psychological quality, he calmed down in a second and greeted with a smile.

"Sister Zhenyu."

"It's not big or small, it's called Teacher Song!" Song Zhenyu caught a glimpse of other people beside him, so he refuted it with a straight face.

"This is my sister, not an outsider. She was a little uncomfortable just now, so I brought her here to rest for a while." Wang Haoran smiled.

"Your sister." Song Zhenyu nodded, and then politely smiled and stretched out her white hand towards Fang Xuan:

"Hi, my name is Song Zhenyu, and I'm Wang Haoran's class teacher."

"Hello, my name is...Wang Xuan." Fang Xuan almost said something, but she corrected it quickly.

The two shook hands politely, and then let go.

Song Zhenyu frowned, because she felt a little sticky after shaking hands with Fang Xuan.

"I'm sorry, I just applied some hand cream and it didn't spread evenly." Fang Xuan said apologetically, and took out a wet tissue from her bag and handed it to Song Zhenyu.

"It's okay." Song Zhenyu wiped his hands with a tissue, checked the time, and said:

"The parent meeting is about to start, let's go to the conference hall."

"good."

Fang Xuan was afraid to continue the chat, so after hearing what Song Zhenyu said, she immediately nodded and walked in front.

"Miss Wang, your... stockings seem to be torn." Song Zhenyu reminded her in a friendly manner.

"Ah?!" Fang Xuan was startled, turned around and took a quick look, and sure enough, she found a hole in the sock on the thigh.

She glanced at Wang Haoran inadvertently, and then explained to Song Zhenyu in embarrassment:

"It must have been accidentally scratched somewhere and scratched."

She was wearing a knee-length professional dress with a hole in her sock that looked a little indecent.

"Miss Wang, your figure is about the same as mine. I have socks in my room. If you don't mind, you can wear mine."

"Do you still have stockings?" Wang Haoran looked at Song Zhenyu in surprise.

Because, he has never seen Song Zhenyu wear it.

"I'm not a woman, why can't I have this?" Song Zhenyu gave him a sidelong glance.

Because of her occupation, it is not convenient for her to wear it, but this does not affect her owning it.

After speaking, Song Zhenyu took Fang Xuan to her room.

It took a while to come out.

Fang Xuan's original black socks were replaced with dark purple ones.

These dark purple socks undoubtedly belonged to Song Zhenyu.

In this regard, Wang Haoran is not surprised at all, after all, he is a person with clairvoyance.

This Song Zhenyu seems to have a soft spot for purple.

It is said that women who like purple are more romantic.

I don't know if Song Zhenyu is like this.

Wang Haoran was a little curious.

But of course, it was impossible for him to ask Song Zhenyu face to face.

At least not right now.

The three of them came to the large conference hall together.

Many parents have already gathered here, and the conversations in the conference hall are converging, which sounds extraordinarily loud.

Almost all the head teachers of each class have arrived.

The conference hall is divided into areas by class, each area has forty to fifty chairs, and each chair has the student's name written on it.

Parents who come to the conference hall can be seated according to their numbers.

There is an aisle next to these seats.

Those aisles are for students to stand.

When a parent meeting is held, students must stand by their parents.

Waiting for the students is also the teacher's praise, maybe the teacher's criticism...

As a parent, if you see your child being praised, you must be very happy and have a bright face.

And if one's own children are criticized, they will also lose face and feel ashamed.

For poor students and their parents, this place is definitely no less than a trial ground.

Of course, Wang Haoran doesn't have to worry about this at all.

"Haoran?"

Wang Haoran was about to go to his place with Fang Xuan, but suddenly he heard someone calling from far behind.

He looked back and saw the big beauty walking towards this side with brisk steps.

"Hello, Director Tang."

"Hello, Director Tang."

…

Along the way, the beautiful woman walked, and some faculty and staff who knew her greeted her respectfully.

But Tang Bingyun didn't pay attention to any of them, and just walked straight in front of Wang Haoran.

"Hello, Aunt Tang." Wang Haoran called out very politely.

Hearing this address, Tang Bingyun's rosy mouth twitched visibly.

But she quickly returned to normal, looked at Fang Xuan, and asked Wang Haoran:

"This is your..."

"My sister."

"Sister? As far as I know, sister Zhen Li seems to be your only son?"

"Damn it, sister."

"So that's how it is." Tang Bingyun was stunned, and then looked at Fang Xuan very politely:

"Hi, my name is Tang Bingyun."

"Ah Tang... you... hello." Fang Xuan also wanted to call auntie along with Wang Haoran, but she seemed to be one or two years older than her, so calling the other party auntie was really uncomfortable. Appropriate, so it stopped in time.

Fang Xuan retracted that hateful title in time, which greatly increased Tang Bingyun's favor.

"Hey, Miss Wang, your lipstick is so pretty, what color is it?" Tang Bingyun asked suddenly.

She is about the same age as Fang Xuan, and Fang Xuan is Wang Haoran's god-sister, so this is an excellent opportunity to lower her seniority.

Of course Tang Bingyun would not miss it.

"It's maple leaf red." Fang Xuan replied.

"This color matches you very well. Ms. Wang is not only so beautiful, but also very good at makeup." Tang Bingyun praised without hesitation.

"No, I painted it casually by myself. The makeup is very rough. Miss Tang, you are the one who is really beautiful, and the makeup looks even better." Fang Xuan was a little cautious.

She could hear it all just now, these faculty and staff called Tang Bingyun the school director.

Obviously this Tang Bingyun's status is very high.

Fang Xuan thought she was just a small secretary, and she didn't dare to talk freely with such a big man.

"Miss Wang, don't you know how beautiful you are? I really want to ask you how to dress up, but you don't want to teach me, so you are pretending to be modest?" Tang Bingyun said seriously.

Her expression seemed to be reproachful, but it sounded particularly comfortable.

Women like to be praised for their beauty, especially by a beautiful woman.

Hearing this, Fang Xuan immediately became more fond of her, and hurriedly said:

"How come, Miss Tang, what do you know, I will answer everything."

…

The two women chatted immediately.

Tang Bingyun's communication skills are not bad, and she intends to get closer to Fang Xuan. In just a few words, she has narrowed the distance with Fang Xuan.

Wang Haoran didn't dare to be interested in what the women were talking about, and directly glanced away.

Inadvertently, he saw a person who should not have appeared here.

"Xiao Yifeng?!"