The music class was taken over again

Yan Ze finally couldn't help asking Qiao Zheng: "What are you doing here? Rubbing the air conditioner?"

Qiaozheng was taken aback, and went down the donkey: "Yes, yes, use the air conditioner."

Qiao Zheng blushed when she thought about her true thoughts.

Yan Ze wondered in his heart, it's really strange, to be able to use the air conditioner in the director's office every day, his skin must have reached a certain level, in this case, why is he blushing all the time.

Qiao Zheng's fair skin was flushed with a blush. Her face was only the size of a palm, like a half-ripe apple. One could tell from the outside that it was tender and juicy inside, with a suitable sweet and sour taste.

Zhang qingyang finally went out to let the wind go, he forgot the time, until the bell rang for class, he realized that he was no longer as casual as before, and the head teacher would scold him again if he missed the time.

Zhang qingyang tiptoed to the door of the office, praying that the class teacher would not be inside.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Yan Ze stood straight: "Can I get in?"

Zhang qingyang was startled for a while: "teacher, how do you know it's me?"

Yan Ze sneered: "Monitor!"

Zhang qingyang glanced at the head teacher timidly, and returned to his seat with his tail between his legs.

Yan Ze looked majestic, and said quietly: "You two, what did you do last class?"

Wang Chuan: "I have memorized English."

Zhang qingyang: "read the language."

Yan Ze nodded: "I also know how to make up for my shortcomings. Zhang Pengfei, tell Teacher Qiao what you wrote in your poems silently!"

Zhang qingyang smiled innocently, without any sense of shame, rather proudly: "Go to Jiangkou to guard the empty ships, and the iron horses will disperse in the autumn wind."

Qiao Zheng didn't know what poetry writing was for a long time. When Zhang Pengfei recited two lines of seven words, her big eyes flickered: "Good poems, good poems!"

Zhang qingyang didn't know where to stand. After listening to Qiao Zheng's words, he still smiled cheerfully.

Yan Ze picked up the textbook at hand and patted him on the top of the head: "What a fart! You have studied Chinese for 18 years and can't even understand human speech?"

Zhang qingyang remained silent.

Yan Ze squinted at him: "Take out your general Chinese review, and I'll see what's going on in your head!"

When Zhang Pengfei was looking for books, Wang Chuan didn't take pleasure in other people's misfortune. He was afraid, because he couldn't memorize classical Chinese and ancient poems when he was studying by himself, so he just made up poems. In fact, he created it first, and he read it very loudly. Zhang qingyang was a victim.

Now he was very afraid that zhang qingyang would confess him.

A thought came to Yan Ze's mind. She looked at Qiao Zheng, who was doing nothing beside her, and said calmly, "Mr. Qiao, come and examine him."

Wang Chuan:! ! ! !I haven't memorized it either!Check it out for me too!

Qiao Zheng accepted the task with joy, her eyes were full of autumn water, and her smile was as bright as a flower.

Wang Chuan was so jealous that he was about to bleed.

Qiaozheng took the general review of Chinese, and saw that her eyes were full of words, and she saw that she was one head and two big.

"If you enter, you will not be able to home (fu), the next sentence..."

Yan Ze said contemptuously: "It's a Legalist fu(bi) scholar..."

Qiao Zheng's face was full of big question marks: "Isn't this a polyphonic character?"

Yan Ze explained: "That's called Tongjiazi."

Qiao Zheng admired it from the bottom of her heart. She also learned this text when she was studying. At first glance today, she had a vague impression in her mind, but what did she mean? Thinking that Yan Ze, a math teacher, still remembers so much.

In fact, Zhang qingyang can't remember what the next sentence is. The two of you said each other just to give him time to think about it. perpetual death, and then know that one was born in sorrow and died in peace."

Qiao Zheng: "The scenery is different in autumn."

Zhang Pengfei: "At first, the water level was level and the clouds were low."

Just as Qiao Zheng was about to speak, Yan Ze broke out: "Zhang Pengfei, stop reviewing here, go out and memorize it for me, when will you memorize what you have come in!"