After Escaping Marriage [GL]

"Is it true?" someone asked.

"Mr. Yu personally admitted it!" Tong Feifei was firm.

She rolled her eyes and thought to herself: Well, it's her own mouth, she didn't deny it anyway.

Tong Feifei raised her head and faced everyone confidently.

The bottom was quiet for a few seconds, and then the pot exploded.

"Ah, ah, married, married! The CP I'm smoking has come true!"

"I just said that the two of them will be together if they are such a good match. Knot! Immediately! Get married on the spot!"

"Are you going to prepare a wedding present?"

"One for the whole class or one for everyone, monitor?"

Lian Yabing danced on the seat, picked up the pencil case as a guitar, and played it all over the place.

Li Lan glanced at her from the side and replied to the classmate who cued her: "We will decide after discussing it, and we will go to class first." After speaking, she raised her voice a little, "Everything is quiet, the teacher is coming!"

The boy who served as the disciplinary committee also said in a strong and magnetic bass voice, "Everyone, be quiet!"

The language teacher who pushed in the door just caught up with the end of the dance of the demons. The doors and windows of the classroom were closed, the curtains were closed, and there was a constant chattering and whispering.

Language teacher: "?"

Did she accidentally walk into some secret meeting site?

The language teacher thought hilariously.

She just got on the podium, and Feifei, the first sweet-mouthed child in class seven in the second row, held her face and said, "Mr. Hu, your dress is so beautiful today."

The bottom one after another coaxed and echoed: "Yes, yes."

The language teacher couldn't stop smiling.

Two minutes later, the seventh class quickly resumed normal class discipline, bright light poured in from the window, reflecting on the faces of the energetic teachers and students.

Since Yu Qingtang finished that class meeting, the misunderstanding between teachers and students has been resolved, and the entire learning atmosphere of Class 7 has taken a new level. Class discipline is the most basic, and there is no need to worry about the teacher. The class committee members headed by Li Lan are more active in interacting with the teacher. , The teacher can get timely feedback, the enthusiasm is high, and the class atmosphere is quite good.

People will be subtly affected in a group environment. If half of the 50 students in the class do not like to study, then the other students are easily affected by the environment and are slack and lazy; if there are 45 students who love to learn, the remaining 5 A "bad student" will slowly get better in this climate.

Xiang Tianyou idly used a black ink pen to process the portrait of Du Fu on the Chinese book, tilted his head to look at Guo Fang, who was sitting upright at the podium, and then looked at Lai Xin, who was yawning and trying to listen to the lecture with wide eyes.

Xiang Tianyou: "..."

He cursed in his heart.

These two men with thick eyebrows and big eyes have betrayed the revolution, so he is left to fight alone! Do you understand them? !

Xiang Tianyou poked Du Fu's face with the tip of his pen, turning Du Fu into a pockmark.

So boring, so boring, so boring, so boring... so boring that he wanted to listen to the class.

Xiang Tianyou realized his "dangerous" idea, and immediately retracted it, erected the textbook in front of him, and prepared to hide behind to sleep and resist the desire to learn.

The Chinese teacher in their class is a soft-tempered person. He has just come out of school. He is about 1.5 meters tall, petite and petite. , if she didn't disturb her class, she would turn one eye and close the other, and tell the head teacher after the big deal, asking Yu Qingtang to talk to these boys who violated the discipline.

Xiang Tianyou was certain that she did not dare to trouble herself in get out of class. As for after class, he would just go to Yu Qingtang's office for a walk.

Thinking of Yu Qingtang, Xiang Tianyou had an indescribable awkwardness, his back was on fire, obviously several days had passed.

He moved his shoulders, dispelled the discomfort in his heart, and threw himself on the table.

Less than a minute after lying down, the sound of footsteps of high heels could be heard from far and near. The language teacher is short, and high heels are her body.

The sound of footsteps stopped beside him, Xiang Tianyou held back his head and continued to sleep with the book on his forehead.

dong dong——

The sound that came directly into his ears from the desk was like thunder, and Xiang Tianyou almost died on the spot.

He raised his face and saw the Chinese teacher standing in front of him, who was no taller than himself, his face was gloomy, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

The language teacher endured the fear and did not show it, and said indifferently: "Pay attention to the lecture."

Wu Peng, Lai Xin, and Guo Fang stared at Xiang Tianyou, their bodies tense, ready to hold him down immediately if he really did something treacherous.

Li Lan and the others also turned their heads to look at the back row.

Time seems to be very short, and it seems to be very long.

Xiang Tianyou shrugged, leaned back in the chair, put the book on the edge of the table, and used his body to resist it from falling. The front two stool legs were tilted up, and the seat back was directly against the wall, very condescending.

The language teacher knocked on his desk with the rolled up book, and said, "Sit upright."

"!!!" Xiang Tianyou opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of disbelief.

Is she floating? Absolutely floating, right? Do you think that Lai Xin and Guo Fang, the two spineless succumbeds, will become soft persimmons just like them?

impossible!

Xiang Tianyou continued to tilt the legs of the stool, swaying back and forth, looking at the language teacher with a half-smiling expression, as if what could you do with me.

The language teacher's eyes were red, and he turned around and walked back.

Xiang Tianyou looked at her back, her swaying body stagnated for a while, and she felt a little guilty.

Others, including Lai Xin and Guo Fang, cast disapproval or reproach at him, and Xiang Tianyou smiled nonchalantly at them, sitting casually bowing his head and flipping through the book.

The Chinese teacher was quiet on the podium for a while before continuing the lesson.

The get out of class bell rang.

The language teacher was closing the courseware, and Tong Feifei pretended to be mournful: "Mr. Hu, what should I do?"

Teacher Hu asked, "What should I do?"

Tong Feifei said, "I will have your class tomorrow. I miss you so much now, and I can't bear to let you go." She has good grades, is outgoing and cheerful, and is usually very poor, so she is also very popular with teachers. Seriously, no one dares to joke.

Teacher Hu couldn't help laughing: "Did you say that to every teacher?"

Tong Feifei blinked and said, "No."

Li Lan looked up from the Chinese after-class review questions and said, "Mr. Hu, I testify that she said this for the first time today."

The precondition of "today" is very accurate. Teacher Hu put the USB flash drive in his pocket and said with a smile, "My pleasure, Tong Feifei, if you want to see me, you are welcome to come to my office at any time."

Tong Feifei said, "Okay."

Before leaving, Teacher Hu glanced at Xiang Tianyou, who was lying on his stomach in the last row, with a sigh in his eyes.

Tong Feifei: "Mr. Hu, bye bye."

Teacher Hu turned back and smiled at her, and left the seventh classroom.

Tong Feifei and Li Lan looked at each other, Li Lan took a deep breath, and walked to the last row of the classroom.

***

Senior year group office.

Yu Qingtang stepped into the office door after the class bell rang again. Cheng Zhanxi put down the book in his hand, looked at Yu Qingtang who was approaching, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Yu was surrounded by classmates again after class to ask questions. ?"

Yu Qingtang hummed.

Cheng Zhanxi sighed and said, "Mr. Yu is really welcome."

Or since the misunderstanding was solved, not only Yu Qingtang will be left in the classroom after class, but also students always come to the office with various questions to ask the teacher between classes, most of them have real problems, and a few are drunkards. It's not about wine. Cheng Zhanxi sat in the seat and watched, and he had seen the kind of students who stared at Yu Qingtang the whole time, for fear that Yu Qingtang would not find out. It's not necessarily admiration, it's just a bunch of Yangou, who fell under the beauty of the teacher at a young age.

The little **** took up Yu Qingtang's recess time a lot, and now Cheng Zhanxi can only chat with her during class time. But other teachers in the office are concentrating on preparing lessons, and Cheng Zhanxi can't talk too much, but he's suffocated.

Yu Qingtang heard her tone a little strange, but couldn't hear anything strange.

She stopped for a while, tilted her head slightly, and sat back to her office without thinking about it.

Yang Li, who was preparing the evening self-study homework for the students, heard this conversation in her ears, raised her eyebrows amusingly, and thought to herself: Teacher Cheng's vinegar smell is strong enough.

Cheng Zhanxi saw that Yu Qingtang had turned on the computer, glanced at her when she came to pour the water, and saw her doing math problems in the blank document, so she didn't bother her.

The lilies in the vase on the table are open, elegant and pure, and the green branches and leaves set off the white flowers.

The sunlight on the table moved inch by inch, shining on the blooming flowers.

Yu Qingtang stopped the hand holding the mouse, moved his wrist, and habitually raised his eyes to look diagonally opposite.

Cheng Zhanxi sat in a chair and read a book, her long hair was pinned behind her ears, revealing her fair and translucent auricles, delicate and small. The sun shines through the glass window behind itself, and the earlobe is like a warm ruby.

Yu Qingtang picked up the hand on the keyboard, rested it on his chin, and changed to a more comfortable position to admire her.

Boldly, without shyness.

Under her gaze, Cheng Zhanxi's heart beat fast, but he didn't dare to look up.

She adjusted her sitting position, and pretended to be casual, but she actually trimmed her hair, like a peacock opening its screen.

Yu Qingtang withdrew his gaze, Cheng Zhanxi also put away the bird screen, loosened his excessively straight back, took a sip from the water cup beside him, and exhaled calmly.

...

After the flag-raising ceremony, Yu Qingtang returned to the office and saw a person waiting at his desk.

It was Hu Juan, the Chinese teacher of Class 7.

Hu Juan said, "Mr. Yu." She nodded to Cheng Zhanxi next to her.

Hu Juan and Yu Qingtang were not in the same office, and nine out of ten times they took the initiative to come to her to respond to student problems. Cheng Zhanxi moved a stool and put it opposite Yu Qingtang's chair, Hu Juan thanked him and sat down.

Yu Qingtang: "What's the matter with Mr. Hu?"

Hu Juan told her the truth about Xiang Tianyou, saying that Xiang Tianyou turned a deaf ear to her words, and smiled at her, completely ignoring the teacher, and couldn't help but reddened her eyes with grievances.

Yu Qingtang was not good at this, so Cheng Zhanxi comforted Hu Juan on her behalf and sent Hu Juan out.

Afterwards, she sat down on Hu Juan's stool and chatted and laughed with Yu Qingtang nearby: "It's fortunate that Mr. Hu didn't become the head teacher. Being the head teacher is so good.”

The first half of the sentence was okay, but the second half of the sentence was blunt, as if the person who was jointly complained by the students last month was not Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang glanced at her.

Cheng Zhanxi caught a kind of intimacy that he didn't have for others from this look, and couldn't help bending his lips.

Returning to the topic, Yu Qingtang asked, "You said before that I went to the playground. How should I invite him? What if he refuses?" He has developed an inherent pattern of behavior. Even if he wanted to go, he probably wouldn't be able to accept it.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "I'll invite you first. If he refuses, I will come. I have a solution."

Yu Qingtang looked at her smiling face and asked curiously, "What can I do?"

Cheng Zhanxi said in his heart: kiss me and tell you.

With a face that can only be sold off, he smiled and said, "You will find out later."

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Looking at her pretending to be mysterious, Yu Qingtang resisted the urge to grind her back molars, and suddenly reached out and pinched Cheng Zhanxi's ear.

Cheng Zhanxi was startled and looked straight at her with bright eyes.

Yu Qingtang's heart beat faster, and she was about to withdraw her hand. Cheng Zhanxi grabbed her hand and put it on his ear.

"Pinch again." The woman's voice was hoarse, almost coaxing her.

Yu Qingtang pinched it again, and the woman's small and white auricle quickly turned red in her hand, then heated up and became hot.

"Good." Cheng Zhanxi looked into her eyes and smiled.

After saying that, Cheng Zhanxi took her hand away from her ear and brushed it from her lips. The back of her hand like a white jade rubbed the warm lips slightly, and released it in front of her.

Yu Qingtang's hand was hanging by her side, the back of her hand felt clear, and her thin white knuckles were curled up uncomfortably.

Ge Jing at the door: "!!!"

Is this flirting? huh huh huh?

"I..." Yu Qingtang said a word before realizing that she didn't make a sound. She cleared her throat and said, "I'm going to work, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, "You are busy."

She moved the chair back into the corner and returned to her seat without any fuss.

Yu Qingtang faced the computer in front of her and looked at the right hand holding the mouse. A little lipstick was rubbed on it. She couldn't look away from the lipstick.

Yu Qingtang froze quietly for a while, and refocused on the computer files.