Teacher, she snatched my milk tea! + Extra

"If you're close to her, why do you need to know these things?" Ji Xiran was very surprised, she just wanted to live with Wen Xinyan, why didn't she know so many messy words.

"Okay." Qi Zhiying also felt that the two of them were just in love, and all these things were useless and useless at all.She cleared her throat, pinched her fingers, and put on a posture of a great fairy, "But girl, let me pinch your fingers, you will never have sex and happiness like this."

Ji Xiran didn't understand that she was talking about "sexual blessing" instead of "happiness", so he nodded in agreement, "That's right, what you said makes sense."

Now every time she stands with Wen Meiren, she feels that Wen Meiren is too shy to look at her. How can she live like this in the future.

"As a military adviser, I think I can give you some advice."

"You are a dog-headed military division, are you reliable?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Tell me if you want my sister to help you!"

"Alright alright."

Ji Xiran compromised, and asked the dog-headed military strategist Qi Zhiying to advise her. The two murmured and studied for a long time, and when it was time to eat at night, Qi Zhiying patted her on the shoulder with unsatisfied enthusiasm.

"Go, now is a good time, Miss Yuewen, let's go eat, it's best not to come back to sleep tonight."

"Fuck you, you bastard!" Hearing this, Ji Xiran's blood surged immediately, and amid Qi Zhiying's lustful laughter, he put on his keys and went out the door.

When she came down, Wen Xinyan was already standing beside the corridor of the dormitory of the School of Foreign Languages ​​with her back facing her. Under the light of the desk lamp at the door of the dormitory, her shadow was elongated and her back looked extremely thin.

Ji Xi suddenly remembered that when they were still in the same class in the first year of high school, every time before night self-study, she would stand alone under the flower shelf in front of the teaching building, holding an English book, silently reciting words .

At that time, she was tired from fighting with her classmates, and when she lay on the desk and looked out, she could see her slender back.

She is too thin, as thin as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Ji Xiran tiptoed behind her, tiptoed slightly, and covered her eyes.

Wen Xinyan was taken aback suddenly, and then thought that only Ji Xiran and Yan Xu would be the only ones who would make trouble with her on this campus.

Yan Xu still has the steady look of a senior in front of her, so she definitely wouldn't do this, and only Ji Xiran would do such a thing.

After she figured it out, she didn't struggle, and a deliberately rough voice came from behind, "Little girl, why aren't you afraid of me?"

The corners of Wen Xinyan's mouth rose slightly, and said in cooperation with her, "I'm very afraid of you."

"You are not afraid at all. Please, Wen Meiren, if you want to cooperate with me next time, can you behave a little more like me?" Ji Xiran emerged from behind her, smiling helplessly, "Please respect my profession Okay?"

Wen Xinyan smiled, "Your job is to blindfold people?"

"No, no, no." Ji Xiran waved his fingers, moved a little closer to her, and put the tip of his nose close to her with a smile, "My job is to make you laugh."

She was so close that Wen Xinyan could feel her breathing merge with her own.

She blushed instantly, and her ears were so hot that a chicken egg could be cooked.My heart was beating like a drum, and it didn't feel like my own anymore.

Using the method Qi Zhiying taught her, it really worked wonders!

Seeing her blushing, Ji Xiran was satisfied enough to tease her, stretched out his hand, held her hand, and happily took her to the cafeteria for dinner.

The first step, holding hands, the battle is successful!

Ji Xiran's heart was so beautiful that it was about to bubble, and Wen Xinyan, who was pulled by her, lowered her head all the way, her face was blushing, her lips were pink and tender, and her expression was too much like a newly married daughter-in-law.

Seeing that Ji Xiran's heart was full of lust, oh hehehe, I didn't expect to feel so good molesting a warm beauty.

She was so beautiful that she was almost bubbling, and when they went to the cafeteria to order food, the two sat in a remote corner, and were about to tease Wen Meiren again, and when she asked her to feed him, they looked up and saw Yan Xu holding the food with her. The beautiful woman I saw on the school bus in the morning walked towards them together.

"It's relatively empty here, hey, Ji Xiaoxiaomei, Xinyan, you are also eating here, so I won't bother you."

Yan Xu also saw them, and greeted them with a smile, then sat with the beautiful woman facing each other, chatting and laughing, and began to eat.

Chapter 35

Ji Xiran's life is very beautiful recently.

Ever since she learned the joy of molesting Wen Xinyan, she has been molesting her tirelessly.

And the skill of talking about love is getting more and more superb.I have already practiced to the point where I can say a lot of love words to my computer.

Zhu Tang confronted her. Their dormitory is at the table. When Ji Xiran was sitting on the chair in front of the desk talking about love, she turned her back to her and heard the words clearly, and then couldn't help feeling numb.

Picking up a book of classical literature, shaking the goosebumps on her body, she said to the others, "Oh my god, did Lao Ji take the wrong medicine? What is she doing in such a bright daylight!"

"You're just in love." Ji Xiran twitched an orchid finger, smiling coquettishly, "I'm singing the praises of the beautiful nature, how bright the spring of March is, you guys know a lot."

"Go, go, estrus, just estrus, what excuses do you have?" Liu Xiaoguo sternly accused her, and then collapsed in front of the desk with his head in his arms. "Ah, ah, I'm going to die. There are so many books. The professor wants to kill us. I can't understand and recite this classical literature and literary history. What kind of ghost poet has such a long name. I can't read it ahhhh!"

At the beginning of the new semester, they added a few more courses. In addition to the original basic courses, there were also linguistics, classical literature, literary history, modern literature, tea ceremony and flower arrangement.

Their professors may be determined to train them into a group of outstanding women, not only teaching them cultural knowledge, but also letting them learn things that can soak up their temperament.

Other students complained a lot, but Ji Xiran felt that this was a good opportunity, not to mention that she studied very seriously, and she herself even signed up for a hot yoga class.

Ever since she saw Wen Xinyan's luǒ.She must work hard to get in shape, and try not to lose to Wen Meiren!

"Okay, sisters, stop howling, let's go to class quickly, so as not to be criticized again for being late."

Qi Zhiying resigned to her fate, put a stack of books into her schoolbag, and took a group of sisters to teach six classes with the demeanor of the head of the dormitory.

Jiaoliu is a geomantic treasure.

The reason for saying this is not because this place has good feng shui, but because the environment of this place is good.

There are two large French windows on one side of the classroom. Many flowers and trees are planted outside the windows. In spring, especially when the flowers are blooming and full of spring, the red and green outside the window is so beautiful that people feel that they are in a fairyland.

It is said that more than a dozen colleges think this place is good, quiet enough for their students to study quietly, and they are secretly competing for the right to use this classroom.But in the end, it was the dean of their school who had the better skills and arranged all the classes of the children of the foreign language school here on the grounds that the classroom of teaching sixth is small.

The other colleges couldn't help but hate it.Their School of Foreign Languages ​​has small classes for elite teaching. Except for the English department, there are absolutely no more than [-] students in each class of other languages. Impossible, absenteeism is absolutely not allowed.

This was the rush hour for classes, and the elevators were so packed that they couldn't get up at all. A few people had no choice but to climb the stairs. By the time they reached the eighth floor, they were almost exhausted.

There are still a few minutes before class starts, but the faint sound of reading has already been heard in the classroom.Ji Xiran took the lead, thinking that class was over, and before he pushed the door open, he hurriedly said in Japanese, "Sorry, we're late."

The others followed behind her and quickly apologized.

"Come in, you haven't attended class yet." After she finished apologizing, an unfamiliar gentle voice came from the podium.

Several people nodded, ran in quickly, sat down and took out the books one by one.

Ji Xiran put the book away, and when he looked up, he was stunned when he saw the person standing on the podium.

Isn't this the woman who walked very close to the chairman that day?

Before she could think about it, the class bell rang, and the woman standing on the podium bowed and introduced herself to them in a very standard Tokyo accent. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Yan Xu. This semester, I will be teaching the history of literature and classical and modern literature. Please give me your advice."

After she finished speaking, she wrote the word "Yan Xu" on the blackboard.

Her handwriting is in authentic running script in Yan style. Zhu Tang's grandfather carved seals for others. She has been fascinated by these things since she was a child. When she saw it, she was surprised and said, "Teacher, your handwriting is so beautiful. It is Yan style. Yan Zhenqing's surname is Yan." , Mr. Yan, your surname is also Yan, do you have any relationship?"