This Star is from Earth

Teacher Han's Life Experience

The floor was clean.

The two took off their shoes, and because they didn't have slippers, they stepped on their socks and walked in.

As soon as Han Jue entered the house, he collapsed on the sofa, while Zhang Yiman was like a puppy who had moved to a new home, constantly circling back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, curiously opening every drawer for inspection, even the microwave oven to take a look.

"Uncle, this will be our home from now on, hurry up, let's go and see the bedroom."

After Zhang Yiman checked all corners of the room, he pushed Han Jue and urged.

If it is really Han Jue's home, Han Jue just wants to eat snacks and watch movies at three o'clock in the afternoon at this moment, and lie down and sleep when he is sleepy.

Unfortunately not.

Han Jue reluctantly stood up and accompanied Zhang Yiman to the bedroom.

Zhang Yiman stopped in front of the bedroom, holding the handle, looking expectant, and counted down to Han Jue.

"Three... Two..." Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue with a radiant expression.

Han Jue leaned against the wall, looked at the door panel, and waited for a long time without hearing the last [one].

Turning his head to look, he only saw Zhang Yiman looking at him with a complaining look of 'the rise and fall of lovers, and the husband is responsible', so he had to continue helplessly.

"One..."

"Ooo ~"Zhang Yiman with cute sound effects.

This made Han Jue reminding him of the "Symphony of Destiny" in his previous life, so the door that slowly opened in front of him was immediately full of tragic colors, fully demonstrating the fate of Han Jue's tragic life in this room in the future.

The bedroom was plain to pale.

A double bed, a wardrobe, nothing else, even the window next to the bed was empty, no curtains.

Zhang Yiman saw that this kind of bedroom could still throw himself on the bed in front of the camera [wow~], and Han Jue was also very impressed.

The silly girl is young, and her professionalism is not low.

He was also worried that the silly girl with a fairly good family would be unhappy to see the shabby bedroom prepared by the program group.

Zhang Yiman was not unhappy at all.

She rolled happily on the bed, tumbling for a while before remembering that it was better to be happy alone than to be happy.

Then she lay on the bed, while showing Miaoman's curves, she looked sideways at Han Jue and patted the empty seat on the side, meaning to let Han Jue also come up and roll a few times to enhance her sense of happiness.

Han Jue has not lost his shame, so he did not like Zhang Yiman, but like a fish returning to the sea, he lifted the quilt, got into it in a flowing way, lay down on the outside, closed the quilt, closed his eyes and exhaled comfortably.

Zhang Yiman was lying on the quilt, and Han Jue destroyed the shape through the quilt, and could only sit up.

Angry, she saw that the happiness index on Han Jue's face seemed to be higher than her own, and she swallowed back the words of complaint, and rolled her eyes, so she also followed Han Jue, got into the quilt, and lay inside.