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Qinggao has an unwritten rule, that is, the first class after returning from vacation, except for the top class, the teachers of other classes will not attend the class.

After a month of indulgence, the students haven’t regained their hearts, and they haven’t adapted to the school environment. They start class as soon as they come back. There is absolutely not much left after one class. The first class is not good. , I couldn't continue the lecture in the second class, so in the end I still had to take the first class again, and the teachers were very tired.

If it was Mu Qingyang's place, he would rather take the first class twice.

Mu Qingyang teaches physics in three classes, all of which are ordinary classes. The students are not as stressed as the top classes, and they tend to be noisy.

Especially fond of Teng Mu Qingyang.

Regarding this, my younger brother Mu Qingyue said this: "If there is a physics teacher in our class who is young, good-looking, has no generation gap, and has a good temper, even if he has a wife and has children, the gang of sluts in our class can still have a crush on her." Xu Nian, do you believe it?" Mu Qingyang is not only popular with girls, but his straightforward and non-procrastinating character is also very popular with boys.

As soon as Mu Qingyang announced the self-study for the first class, there was a sigh of relief in the class, and a bold girl said loudly: "Mr. Mu, although you are handsome, you can't be so perfunctory to us."

Mu Qingyang moved the extra small bench at the back of the classroom to the podium and sat down, propping his chin with one hand: "Then what do you want to do? It is my greatest sincerity to give you self-study."

"You can tell us about your winter vacation life!" A boy said, "The math teacher said that he went to swim in the Longhe River during the winter vacation!"

"Speaking of winter swimming..." Mu Qingyang started as soon as his mind was distracted. When he realized that the second half of his sentence was "I was pushed into the river by the National People's Congress in the middle of the night", the topic turned instantly. He said slowly, "I remember watching a winter swimming competition at home."

The class said in unison: "Cut——"

"I think I won't call you Teacher Mu anymore, but Old Man Mu." Sitting in the back row, Wang Yuheng blatantly took out old man Mi's snacks and said as he gnawed.

Mu Qingyang smiled very gently: "Wang Yuheng."

Wang Yuheng just finished chewing, looked up at the podium, "Huh?"

Before he could see what was flying over, there was something dry and bitter in his mouth.

Wang Yuheng quickly poohed, and a bullet-sized piece of white chalk was sprayed on the table. Wang Yuheng's face was disheveled, "Mr. Mu, you are too poisonous."

Mu Qingyang patted the dust on his hands, "I have no problem calling me old man Mu, but don't eat in class. If the school leaders find you, I will deduct points. Your points will be deducted. It's good to eat something Come on, you're cool, and I'll be scolded for ten more minutes."

The whole class laughed.

Mu Qingyang's brain hurts from melon seeds.

leaf bridge.

Wen Cheng thought he would never see him again, but Ye Qiao came to him instead.

Wen Cheng was busy translating the original French. He glanced at Ye Qiao and returned his attention to the computer, "If you have something to say, it's okay to get out."

"I..." Ye Qiao was shy for a while before saying, "I know that the editor-in-chief Chu Mo gave you three books to translate... You haven't found anyone yet, can I help you?"

"No need." Wen Cheng kept typing on the keyboard, but couldn't help but frown.

Wen Cheng's hands are beautiful, with well-defined joints, white and slender.He typed very fast, and the movement of his fingertips jumping on the keyboard was like an artist playing a piano piece, which was fascinating.Ye Qiao accidentally stared blankly for a while, and just as he came to his senses, before he could speak, Wen Cheng slapped him on the face with a folder in one hand.

Ye Qiao cried out in pain due to the real strength.

It attracted several people working in this small studio to look over.

Wen Cheng put the folder back expressionlessly, and took a piece of paper from the table to wipe the side of the folder to take pictures of Ye Qiao, "I remember saying it very clearly before."

"Being friends," Ye Qiao said in a pleading tone, "isn't it okay to be friends?"

"Non." Wen Cheng lowered his eyes and said, after wiping the file folder, the paper was thrown into the trash can.

"As you said, if you knew that I did these things before, but you would still dance with me..." Ye Qiao was a little annoyed, and grabbed Wen Cheng's wrist with one hand, eagerly wanting Wen Cheng to take a look at him , "If you want to show your face, you should have done it a long time ago, why now..."

Before Ye Qiao finished speaking, Wen Cheng slapped him backhand.

The "snap" was extra loud, extra blunt, and extra eye-catching.

"Ye Qiao, shouldn't you go to the hospital to see if you are a potential M, right?" Wen Cheng said in a neutral tone, "Let me tell you, the reason why I accompanied you 'The city that never sleeps' is because I lack money, and I, Wencheng, need money especially."

Ye Qiao's face suddenly turned pale.

Because he knows why Wencheng is "lack of money".

"I don't blame you for that." Wen Cheng could see what Ye Qiao was thinking, his eyes turned cold, "I'm even very grateful to you for introducing me to this job, but you can't touch Wen Cheng's bottom line, Ye Qiao, this is I told you the second time, next time don’t blame me for taking the knife, you know I can do it.”

Ye Qiao shook violently, looking at Wencheng with gray eyes.

Of course he believed that Wencheng could do it.

Because Wencheng really did it.

Ye Qiao's lips had been trembling for a long time, and he said with difficulty: "I... will... quit my job tomorrow... next month... get married... and immigrate to the United States..."

"Congratulations." Wen Cheng spit out two words without emotion, but his eyes were sharper than a knife, enough to pierce Ye Qiao's body.

Ye Qiao gave a wry smile, there were too many things in that smile, Wen Cheng couldn't understand it, and he wasn't interested, Ye Qiao understood the impatience in Wen Cheng's eyes, and could only leave in a daze.

Everyone in the studio watched a good show that they didn't understand.

Upstairs, Chu Mo closed the shutters, took a sip of cool drink slowly and left.

Hey, Wencheng...

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: I finished recording the audio and sent it to you by email.

President: Oh, as expected of Yingryu Ace Gong.

President: By the way, why haven't you paid attention to the master yet?Girls in the group, do you know how to say it? [smirk]

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Not interested.

President: Why are you so indifferent!Listen to it without losing a piece of meat!

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Yes.

President: Then you have the right to lose weight.Congratulations, you have become a ruthless scumbag!

Mu Qingyang looked at the dialog box and blinked, making sure that he read it correctly before replying.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Huh?

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Me?Ruthless pulling dick?

Nothing happened between him and Wencheng... Anyway, it's not him who pulls out the dick and is ruthless!

President: You should browse the post bar more. You should only focus on replies and comments on Weibo. A fan novel with the same name as our radio drama, the master fell in love with you at first sight and secretly promised you until death. You and the master have a good time and then fall into the arms of the fan group. I rely on you. !

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Huh?

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: I'm not interested in abuse or abuse, so you just say when to set the ED recording time, so I can arrange the time.

President: Heck, Shang Yang, you are such a fucking scum.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: I don't fucking scum you, speed, I still have courseware to do.

President: Let's have a holiday on Labor Day.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: It's only the end of March.wait that long?

President: There is no rush for the second issue, the ED is still in the production stage, there is no news from the master, and the people from Mu Yu said that the master has been very busy for the past two months, and after much deliberation, it is the right time.

President: Then you accept new ones?Anyway, there is a lot of time.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Forget it, I'm going on a business trip this month.

President: Huh?

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: The school in the neighboring city held an open class competition, and the school sent me to listen.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Class is over, I'm leaving.

President: Let's go.

Mu Qingyang closed the computer and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Today's evening self-study in Class [-] belongs to Mu Qingyang. Mu Qingyang is very impatient for evening self-study. Even if he has nothing to do, he still has to sit there and stare. He can't play with his mobile phone or computer. In case the boss has nothing to do, he will come down for a walk. If you see it, you will be punished again.

Three hours of evening self-study, just sit there and watch a group of children bury their heads in writing.

Teachers suffer more than students.

Really.

Mu Qingyang lingered in the office for more than ten minutes before heading to the classroom. Before he reached the back door of Class [-], he heard the noise inside.

Mu Qingyang had to quicken his pace, and before they reached the door, Mu Qingyang patted the door panel three times, neither light nor heavy, but the effect was not bad, they all calmed down, and each of them raised their heads to look at the door. he.

"It's all good," Mu Qingyang said as he walked to the podium, "You can still be so energetic with so much homework every day."

The audience was silent.

Mu Qingyang casually picked up a piece of chalk from the podium, and slowly wrote in the middle of the blackboard—Physics midterm assessment paper ([-]), handed in after class.

There was a wailing in the audience.

Wang Yuheng said dissatisfied: "Mr. Mu, we have enough homework!"

Mu Qingyang tapped his fingertips on the podium, smiled at Wang Yuheng and said, "I'm good-looking, but I'm willful."

The girl blushed and her heart beat when she saw it, and the boy was horrified.

All in all, no opinion.

Mu Qingyang felt a little relieved.

Wen Cheng and Xiao Zheng were left in the studio. After finishing the translation in his hand, Xiao Zheng stretched his waist and prepared to leave. Seeing Wen Cheng's concentration, he couldn't help asking: "Wen Cheng, I'm going to leave , are you still planning to leave?"

"Ah," Wen Cheng didn't look at him, his hands were still typing on the keyboard, "I won't be going back today, when you go down, tell Uncle An for me."

"...Oh," Xiao Zheng admired Wen Cheng, because Wen Cheng was not only smart, but also worked so hard, "You can take it home and do it. You have lived in the company for a week."

Recently, Wencheng only went home during lunch break, took a shower and changed clothes, and returned to work after the lunch break. The colleagues in the studio admired this.

Wen Cheng's typing hands couldn't help but pause, and said inexplicably, "There's no difference."

Xiao Zheng couldn't hear what Wen Cheng meant, and didn't care too much, and left after telling Wen Cheng to pay attention to his body.

Wen Cheng continued to work in the unmanned studio. It was getting late, and he didn't bother to turn on the lights. The studio was pitch black, dark and silent.The computer monitor became the only source of light, reflecting on his pale face.

After typing the last sentence of Chapter 3, Wen Cheng stopped typing, the coffee in his cup was cold, he took a sip, it was cold and astringent.When he came back to the basket after waking up, Wen Cheng's stomach throbbed with pain. He pressed his hands on it, nestled in the chair and called the takeaway.

Wencheng has not had a good rest for a week.

I start working in the morning and go home to take a shower and change clothes during the lunch break. In order to have time to sleep, I have to omit the lunch time. I go to work on time in the afternoon and work until night. The next day I couldn't bear it at six o'clock, so I went to sleep for a while, and then got up and continued to work when it was time to go to work at nine o'clock, and so on.

Wen Cheng's stomach hurts so much that he doesn't want to move.

He habitually opened Weibo, which was still lively.

At the top of the private message column, he chatted with Mu Qingyang, and it has been a month since then.

Thinking of Mu Qingyang's smiling face until he died, Wen Cheng smiled, and tapped the screen with his fingertips very quickly.

Gong Feijun: Muxiao fans, the master is here to turn over your cards.