Too much

Shen Zeming was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to observe the colleagues around him. Fortunately, there were many students asking questions in the office after class, and no one paid attention to their movement for the time being.

He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and gently knocked off Qi Jingchen's hand, and walked quickly to the desk.

"Don't you have an outpatient clinic today?" Shen Zeming put down his textbook and exercise book, and looked up at Qi Jingchen.

"How do you know I have an outpatient clinic today?" Qi Jingchen pulled the chair by the table and sat down, staring at him with a half-smile, "You care about me so much?"

Shen Zeming didn't respond. He calmly picked up the thermos cup on the table and took a sip of the freshly brewed red dates and longan tea, "I just saw it by accident."

During the time when Qi Jingchen was locked at home, he accidentally saw Qi Jingchen's outpatient schedule and commuting time in the middle drawer of the low cabinet in the bedroom.

Qi Jingchen was noncommittal, raised his eyebrows, and grabbed the Doraemon ornament that had just dropped to play with.He kept silent, so Shen Zeming lowered his head and opened the lesson plan to prepare for the new lesson of the next unit.

After a while, the sleeve of his right hand was pulled lightly suddenly, Shen Zeming raised his head and met Qi Jingchen's slightly drooping eyes.

There seemed to be a bit of cunning hidden in those eyes, and it seemed to be Shen Zeming's illusion.

Qi Jingchen put the blue little man's round head into his palm, leaned his head over, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Why are you ignoring me?"

He seemed to be unintentionally scratching Shen Zeming's fingertips, and his deliberately low voice was indescribably sexy, "Is it because I'm not good enough?"

Shen Zeming's ears turned red all of a sudden.

The voice was low and magnetic, just like the newly fallen feathers of a bird. When the soft and curly feather tips were scratched lightly, the tingling sensation as fine as electric current penetrated into the tip of Shen Zeming's heart, making him speechless. , sitting there motionless as if frozen, eyes half down, not knowing where to look.

Qi Jingchen tilted his head and silently curled his lips, leaned closer, and said softly, "Talk to me."

——Bada, the Doraemon in Shen Zeming's hand dropped.

Qi Jingchen refused to let him go, so he raised his voice slightly and called him: "Teacher Shen."

It's a very serious name, but I don't know why, when it came out of Qi Jingchen's mouth, it felt a little different in my ears.

Seeing that Shen Zeming's ears were getting redder and redder, and the smile on Qi Jingchen's lips widened, the pre-class preparation bell rang suddenly at this moment, and Shen Zeming picked up the straws on the table as if grabbing some life-saving straw. The textbooks and lesson plans buried their heads and rushed out the door.

He trotted all the way into Class Three's classroom, two red clouds popped up on his cheeks, I don't know if it was because he ran too fast and too fast, or it was red in the first place.

Because of this little episode, Shen Zeming was a little absent-minded in class, and was reminded for the third time that he gave the wrong option. He turned his back and pinched the back of his hand fiercely, swearing in his heart that he was old anyway, and he could no longer be easily teased like this .

After a few seconds of delay, he exhaled and raised his hand to copy the topic on the blackboard.

But as soon as he copied two words, he heard a sudden commotion from below. Shen Zeming turned his head and saw that Qi Jingchen entered the classroom from the back door stooping, and was sitting on the empty stool next to the back door smiling at him.

Shen Zeming's heart skipped a beat, and his eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

More than 60 pairs of eyes in the class were all on the two of them, Shen Zeming didn't know what Qi Jingchen was going to play, and he couldn't kick him out in front of so many students.

At this time, Qi Jingchen suddenly waved his hand at him, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to disturb everyone in class, I'm here to listen to Teacher Shen's lecture, you go ahead, don't worry about me."

He smiled calmly, speaking with five people and six people, and he didn't feel guilty about disturbing the order of the classroom in the middle.But this group of students liked his style very much, and a few brave monkeys took the lead in applauding, while loudly saying: "Don't disturb, don't disturb! Welcome, Teacher Qi!"

There was another burst of cheering and restlessness below.

Shen Zeming had a headache, and knocked on the desk to barely maintain the classroom order in the class. When the students gradually quieted down, he glared at Qi Jingchen, but the latter bent his mouth obediently at him. Shen Zeming pretended not to see it, and turned around. Turn around and continue copying the topic.

But after a minute passed, he held the chalk for a long time, and his whole body felt a little inexplicable and indescribably stiff.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qi Jingchen's two gazes were so direct and scorching that half of the classroom was separated from each other without cooling down. It was like a paintbrush, painting Shen Zeming inch by inch with thick and heavy strokes, first the back of the head, rubbing the back of the neck, and then leaning towards the waist At the moment, slipping over the tailbone.......doing nothing, yet seeming to have done everything.

Shen Zeming screamed in Shen Zeming's heart, and there was a faint fever below him. He twisted his body uncomfortably, closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down and attend class.

A class lasted 45 minutes. When Qi Jingchen came in, it was less than 10 minutes before the end of the get out of class, but Shen Zeming was still like a year. He felt like a fish grilled on charcoal, no matter which side he turned, he would be tormented.

For the remaining half of the class, Shen Zeming stumbled, even worse than the first class he tried to teach before joining the job, but fortunately, no mistakes were made. When the bell rang, he grabbed the textbook and walked out of the classroom as if fleeing. , I even forgot to ask the class representative.

After class, the corridor was full of people, fresh air poured into his nose, and Shen Zeming relaxed a lot. He slowed down, and when he passed the rooftop, he turned on his toes and pushed open the door.

The school did not install a protective fence on the roof, and due to the particularity of the connection between the roof and the corridor, the anti-theft door could not be locked. We only installed a camera at the door facing the corridor, and checked it once a week.

After several severe punishments, few students dare to approach this "forbidden area" again, and the effect is better than installing protective fences.

Standing on the empty rooftop, Shen Zeming threw his textbooks on the ground, admiring the mountains and waves in the distance, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

However, the next moment, the black anti-theft door creaked and was pushed open.

Qi Jingchen walked towards him with one hand in his pocket, and the cold winter wind lifted his forehead hair, revealing his sharp and handsome eyes.

Shen Zeming turned around, met Qi Jingchen's gaze, his body froze for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

There is no one here, and even if you do something, no one will notice.

He relaxed and leaned against the lime wall behind him, looking at Qi Jingchen who was getting closer and closer, with a frivolous smile in his eyes.

Qi Jingchen is wearing a suit today, and his tie is the one that Shen Zeming hid for selfishness not long ago. It has a blue background with dark patterns, which seems to be done on purpose but also seems to be done unintentionally.

He stood beside Shen Zeming, and before he could speak, he saw Shen Zeming turned sideways slightly, rubbed his index finger against his lips, and then slowly moved his fingertips to outline his beautiful lip line, like some kind of cryptic hint.

A trace of surprise flashed across Qi Jingchen's eyes, he calmly suppressed the emotion in his eyes, slowly lowered his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a large, docile and gentle dog again.

The wind passed through his fingertips, Shen Zeming's movements were too light, his fingertips felt warm and cold, and slightly itchy, but Qi Jingchen remained motionless and looked at Shen Zeming obediently.

The fire of desire quietly surged between the two.

Such resigned eyes seemed to trigger some hidden attribute of Shen Zeming. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and he unconsciously rubbed Qi Jingchen's lips harder until the two soft lips turned red. The trend of being willing to stop.

Shen Zeming slowly withdrew his fingers from Qi Jingchen's lips, showing some unfinished expression.In the next second, Qi Jingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his mouth, and wrapped his tongue lightly around Shen Zeming's fingers.

He stepped forward to embrace Shen Zeming in two steps, rubbed his lips next to his ear nonchalantly, and said in a low voice, "Are you seducing me?"