There is still one more person in the homeroom teacher's office, a poker-faced, rather stern Little Old Lady.
"English teacher!" Little Taotie exclaimed.
"That's right, it's me." The English teacher approached her, squatting down: "Open your mouth, let me see what your false teeth are made of, they're quite convincing."
If it wasn't for her sharp eyes, she wouldn't have noticed at the time.
Upon hearing these words, Little Taotie immediately backed away.
The little girl backed straight to the door; if the homeroom teacher hadn't been blocking it, she would have run out already.
The English teacher smiled mysteriously.
Unexpectedly, her poker face with a smile didn't resemble a smiling tiger, but rather it was very strange, like a villain's sinister grin, seemingly smug after doing something extremely wicked.
Little Taotie shrank back a bit in fear, thinking the current English teacher looked just like the Old Witch handing out poisoned apples.
