Pheromone Addiction ( Chinese Bl MTL Novel)

Chapter 41

　Chapter 41

　　The house in Yuhuwan is on the other side of Pingliang Lake, and there is no lake view, but there is a lakeside park nearby, which is built by the lake. Xin Chen gets up at six o'clock every morning and goes for a walk in the park. The fresh air in the morning is mixed with cool water vapor, which will make people feel refreshed.

　　On the way home, I will pass a breakfast shop. The shop is not big, but it is clean and tidy. The back kitchen can be seen directly through the glass. There are many kinds of breakfast in it, and they will not repeat it for half a month. On this day, Xinchen thought for a long time, and finally chose his house's vegetable stuffed buns under the recommendation of the proprietress.

　　The proprietress bagged him and said, "It's really delicious. I won't lie to you. If you eat it, you will definitely want to eat it tomorrow. And this is vegetarian and light. You won't feel bad after eating it."

　　Xin Chen took the still hot steamed stuffed bun, touched his slightly raised belly, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, it's much better recently."

　　A while ago, he vomited so badly that sometimes he couldn't help running to the bathroom in the middle of the class. Cousin Bai Zenan wanted to give him a few days off, but after that time he would be fine.

　　When I got home and ate the buns, they tasted really good. Xin Chen took a shower, changed into his clothes and went to class. Because it is an extracurricular class, he works from 6:30 to 8:30 on weekends and weekdays. Today is the weekend, and he has two classes in the morning and afternoon.

　　Yuhu Bay is very close to the subway station, but there are so many people on weekends, Xin Chen was afraid of being crowded, so he took a taxi. It was nine o'clock when he arrived at the office building, and several children were already waiting in the studio. The parents were also in the corridor, seeing him coming and saying hello to him one after another. Because of his young age, his parents called him "Mr. Xiaoxin".

　　When he entered the room, the children all ran towards him, shouting hello to the teacher, and took out the work left over from the last class from his small schoolbag to show him. On the back of the nearest little boy, he slightly bent down to look at his work, and praised: "It's great, is the painting watermelon? The color is so beautiful, the teacher wants to eat watermelon too."

　　The little boy laughed excitedly, and other children also wanted to come here and let Xin Chen look at their paintings. Xin Chen was afraid that they would squeeze and fall, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, sit in your seat first. Go up, every child's painting teacher will read it."

　　The children dispersed obediently and sat down on their little benches. A little girl asked, "Teacher, what are you drawing today?"

　　Xin Chen said, "Would you like to draw facial makeup?"

　　The little girl immediately cheered up and said loudly, "Okay! I know face makeup! My grandpa took me to watch Peking Opera!"

　　Xin Chen said gently: "Okay, Xiaoxiao draws the most beautiful face later, but don't talk now, okay? Otherwise, everyone will not be able to hear what the teacher is saying."

　　These children have not yet entered elementary school. The most important thing to learn painting at this age is to cultivate interest and imagination, as well as the most basic cognition of color and shape. In fact, there are no advanced techniques. Parents send their children here. For fun.

　　So Xinchen played with them and drew something interesting, which made the children and parents happy.

　　He has to stand during class. Now that the baby in his stomach is getting bigger and bigger, he will get tired if he stands for a long time. Usually, there are three periods of two hours in class. Even if he is asked to sit for a while when there is free time, his waist will feel sore after class. He was tired, and on weekends he had to have two shows in the morning and afternoon, so he couldn't bear it. He would stretch out his hands to knead when he was waiting for the children to paint.