The music class was taken over again

Qiao Zheng's face turned red. She was originally a beautiful woman, and she looked so aggrieved and angry, which was really lovable.

Many boys were gearing up, planning to be a hero to save the beauty, to show off their glory, but Yan Ze's eyes swept over them, and they were all sluggish and confessed.

Qiao Zheng was also aggressive: "Does the school rule stipulate that teachers can't wear like this? Do you think everyone is like you!"

Qiao Zheng glared at Yan Ze. This black widow looked as if she had just returned from a funeral. Her face was pale and blue, and her lips were stiff.

Although Yan Ze's eyes are light, the lethality is not low. She smiled softly: "Mr. Qiao, I can't afford a complete dress. I can borrow your needle and thread to sew the back."

"You..." Qiao Zheng was so angry that she was so choked that she couldn't say a word.

Yan Ze glanced at her, his eyes were declaring victory, and then left noble and glamorous.

As soon as Yan Ze left, the boys became flower protectors and surrounded him one by one.

"Mr. Qiao, don't be angry."

"Ms. Qiao, that's all she has. Don't worry about it."

"Mr. Qiao, we like whatever you wear. You are the most beautiful woman in our school."

Qiao Zheng is such a beautiful, dazzling young female teacher who also teaches music classes, so she is especially popular with high school boys.

There is no shortage of beautiful girls in high school, but the schoolwork is heavy, and heavy makeup is not allowed in the school. Wearing a black and white school uniform, at most, she is an innocent girl, and her beauty is covered up.

Qiao Zheng naturally became a popular goddess.

The fragrant perfume diffused from her neck and hair, and Teacher Qiao's voice was sweet and melodious, like a lark, the depressing classroom seemed to be injected with jumping notes, becoming bright and cheerful.

"Because you can't have classes in the art building, turning on the speakers will affect the learning of the students in the surrounding classrooms, and the content may be boring." Qiao Zheng smiled and said sorry.

"Teacher, we all love to listen to your math class." Immediately there was a flattering voice.

Qiao Zheng smiled shyly, and said, "Teacher, with his IQ, he can only teach kindergarten at most. Alright, let me talk about the evolution and development of the piano."

Qiao Zheng's voice always has such a hint of charm in it, like sweet honey that makes people fall. Even the most common words can make people intoxicated: "You may not know much about piano theory, but some famous artists , I believe everyone has heard of it.”

That boy was right. Qiao Zheng's math class was very attractive.

Her small waist, beautiful and smooth butterfly bones, slender and sexy leg curves, such visual benefits, who would be willing to sleep in class?

"There are two representatives of the Baroque period, um..." Qiaozheng said, "You may not know what the Baroque period is, but there is a composer who is world civilized. Does anyone know?"

"I!"

"I know!"

One by one arms were scrambling to raise up, and the atmosphere was lively.

Qiao Zheng looked around the classroom.

Yan Ze was in the next classroom, with a wooden face, drawing coordinates and ellipses on the blackboard with a powder wall.

Hearing the back wall of the classroom tremble, Yan Ze frowned, and when he turned around, his eyes were very sharp.

What is that flower peacock doing?

Yan Ze threw away the chalk tip, and walked to the next classroom with his chest in his arms.

I have to say that Teacher Qiao is really charming by nature, regardless of boys or girls, all eyes are on her alone, slender waist and small steps, beckoning Tingting.

The classroom was not like a classroom by her, it was a mess, ruining the school spirit!

A large area of ​​thighs and back were exposed, dazzling white.The concentration of hormones exploded.

The exhibitionist!

It was still class time, Director Yan didn't want to disturb her, so she returned to the classroom resentfully, and continued the class.

The second class of the third year of high school is taking the music class of the beautiful teacher, and the third class of the third year of high school is taking the math class of the black widow.

A wall separates two worlds.

It is also four to 10 minutes, a short time seems to be in the blink of a finger, and a long time seems to be indefinitely far away.

This is the theory of relativity.

bell bell bell.

The bell after class also has different meanings in the ears of people in different classes.

One indicates that the light before the darkness is about to decline, and the other declares that the dawn after the darkness is coming.

Yan Ze originally wanted to finish the last conic section in class, but she still wanted to grab the flower peacock for some ideological education, so she hurriedly ended the class and went to the next classroom.

Hua Peacock sat on an empty desk, her legs crossed, and her shorts almost fell to her buttocks.

Yan Ze really wanted to strip off the peacock's fur.

As soon as I entered the classroom, a smell of perfume came to my face.

Yan Ze covered his nose and frowned in disgust.

She didn't want to go any further. At this time, Qiao Zheng was surrounded by a group of boys and girls, like a big sister with a close heart.

I don't know what Qiaozheng said before, but everyone looked at her with admiration and curiosity.

Fang Yuan, a little boy wearing glasses, came closer: "Teacher, have you ever seen a star?"

Qiao Zheng's face was full of joy: "I've seen it, I was on the same stage with Mr. Wang Dashuai!"

"Wow!" Everyone was in an uproar.

Qiao Zheng seemed to be the star of the month, she was all gorgeous, and she stood out from the plain and bulky school uniform.

Originally, it was just the boys who kept getting closer to Qiao Zheng, and those who couldn't get on were quietly sniffing the perfume on her body.

When she heard that she had worked with a big star, the girl's eyes lit up.

"Dashuai Wang, my male god! Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao, is the male god really as handsome as on the screen? I heard that he had plastic surgery, is it true?" The girl began to gossip.

Qiao Zheng actually didn't know, but at this time, he must establish a positive idol image: "It's all nonsense, whoever said that he had plastic surgery, his face was completely changed, don't listen to those Yuji's nonsense."

"Teacher, have you acted with him?"

Qiao Zheng: "Of course!"

"Teacher, are you the heroine?"

"I'm not."

"Teacher, you are not a vicious female supporting role, are you?"

"Of course not, do you think I look like a supporting actress?"

"Then what is your role, teacher?"

"I acted as a candied haws seller, and Dashuai Wang brought the hostess to buy a bunch of candied haws from my stall."

"..."

Qiao Zheng stared at almond eyes, pretending to be angry: "Who said I look like a vicious female supporting role just now?"

The girl quickly denied it: "Teacher, I am joking, you are so beautiful, you must be the heroine."

A boy followed suit and said, "That's right, if you want to talk about a vicious female supporting role, I think it must be Yan Ze."

When Yan Ze was not around, the students were so courageous that they dared to call him by his first name.

Qiaozheng covered her mouth and laughed, her voice was like a bell: "She is not a vicious female partner, I look like a vicious mother-in-law hahaha."

"Hahahahahaha..." A string of laughter hit the ceiling.

Someone said in a displeased way: "Oh, the next class is math class."

This sentence was like a hammer that tore apart a dream. Everyone laughed less presumptuously, with a look of ashes on their faces, like an eggplant beaten by frost, listless.

Qiaozheng compared her heart with her slender, white thumb and index finger, stood up, and said with a smile, "Go to class, I'm leaving. See you next week."

The students looked at Qiao Zheng's pretty face reluctantly.

"Teacher, if only you could teach us math."

"It's over, it's over, I haven't finished my test paper yet..."

Qiao Zheng looked at them with a smile: "The teacher's IQ can only teach kindergartens."

"You borrowed me to copy yesterday's trigonometric function problem. It's over. The black widow called me to do it on the blackboard."

There was panic in the classroom.

Yan Ze had already been standing at the door, starting from "I look like an evil mother-in-law" and kept hearing "Black Widow".

Qiaozheng held the teaching material, and left the classroom with lotus steps. She had learned belly dancing, and when she walked, her willow waist was very strong, twisting and seductive.

Yan Ze blocked the door, forming a frightening painting with the door frame next to it.

When Qiao Zheng looked up and saw a dark face, she was startled and cried out in a low voice.

The man in front of him looked like a statue, the one that had just been unearthed from the cemetery, with a gloomy face and stern eyes.