Under the platform, a group of people are still doing their own things, and few of them understand Zheng Quzhi. Seeing this, Zheng Quzhi was very angry, and his voice was louder: "students, class is coming!"

His voice was so loud that people under the stage finally turned their eyes to him. But then came the crazy scream.

"Mother! Our new teacher is so handsome

"Sleeping trough! It's like a star on TV

"Plastic surgery? How can it be so beautiful! At first glance, it cost a lot of money... "

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Zheng Qu knew that the corners of his mouth were slightly puffed. In this era, he had to rely on his face to live.

In the first class, Zheng Quzhi did not give a lecture, nor could he speak it out. He just let them study by themselves, while he observed Li Shunhua quietly. Li Shunhua is really a beautiful girl with strong expressive power. She always likes to express herself. Unfortunately, this kind of person is very popular, but in fact she hates her. I'm afraid there are a lot of them.

Zheng Quzhi is also from this age. He used to love performance. Later, he understood the reason why love performance is easy to get black. After that, he restrained a lot.

But this Li Shunhua obviously did not know that truth, a self-study class, her laughter almost rang the whole class, did not stop.

Or they are humming. Although the singing is moving, the occasion seems to be wrong.

"Classmate, it's self-study now." Zheng Quzhi smiles and knocks on Li Shunhua's desk.

"Teacher." Li Shunhua not only did not restrain, but stood up: "I just learned a song, sing it to you, OK?"

After saying that, regardless of whether Zheng Qu knew whether he agreed or not, he sang directly. The song is moving, the sound line is beautiful, the singing time is very model, the swan neck is also some charming, many young boys are infatuated with looking at her.

"Li Shunhua, isn't he?" Zheng Quzhi deliberately pretended to look at her student's name plate and said mercilessly: "it's Chinese class now. If you want to sing, you can wait for music class to sing again."

Seeing Li Shunhua's slightly stiff face, Zheng Quzhi laughed and added in time: "but undeniably, your singing is very charming."

There was laughter in the classroom. Li Shunhua also laughed and pulled his hair around his ear. Chao Zhengqu knew: "thank you, teacher."

"Hiss -" I thought this little episode could pass like this, but unexpectedly, the classroom suddenly burst out with a chuckle.

The class was almost over. Zheng Quzhi wanted to ignore it and pretend that he couldn't hear. However, the man didn't seem to want to be ignored. He said, "teacher, what's next class about?"

Zheng Quzhi looked at the past, that was a young man who looked at him casually. He had three or four ear studs on his ear and a tattoo on his neck. He didn't know what it was. It was like a word.

"Speak the text." Zheng Quzhi grinned and was about to take back his sight. His eyes stopped on his name plate. He could not help but read out: "you you you?"

What's wrong with the name?

Listening to Zheng Quzhi calling out his name, you Youxun licked the corner of his mouth, tilted his head and laughed: "yes, Mr. Zheng, my name is you you!"

Eh?

Zheng Quzhi looks confused. Does this man like him? How to smile at him so infiltrative?? Also specially reminds oneself his name???

Fortunately, the bell rang soon after class. Zheng Quzhi quickly took his own things and said to the students, "class is over."

Finish saying, busy do not slip autumn's run.

Not long after I left the classroom, I met Wei Yan who came down from the stairs. He was dressed in a white shirt, a pair of golden glasses, less a lot of anger and coldness, looking like a gentle teacher.

Zheng Quzhi looked around. When he saw no one, he quickly took his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "is this an illusion? Whose fantasy? I saw Li Shunhua. How about you? Where are you? "

Bili said a lot. Wei Yan picked a few questions and answered, "yes, I saw Liao Yin in class B of senior two."

"Is anyone going to senior three?" Zheng Quzhi asked subconsciously. After asking, he chuckled again. Only two of them entered the dreamland. How could anyone go to senior three?

"Our identity involves these three classes." Wei Yan stopped, raised his wrist, looked at the time, and suddenly said, "your next class is in class a of senior three, on the sixth floor."

Zheng Quzhi:???

So why do you have to wait until you follow him to the first floor to remind him??? Zheng Quzhi clenched his teeth and looked up at the stairs. He felt that his temples were suddenly jumping.

After climbing six floors, Zheng Quzhi's breath was not completely calmed down when he got to the door of the classroom. His mother hadn't run across the stairs like this for hundreds of years!

The sixth floor is Xueba special area. Even if it's still in recess, the corridor is empty. It's quiet as if it's still in class. Zheng Quzhi tilted his head and looked into the classroom. He saw that the books on each desk were nearly one meter high, almost blocking the students' view of the platform.

During the break time, the students do not laugh and make fun of each other. They all write with low head and strive for the college entrance examination every minute.Zheng Quzhi watched for a long time, and only when the bell rang did he enter.

No surprise, he saw Yao Li wearing heavy glasses at one glance. She was a little girl with a little freckles on her face and dark circles under her eyes because she stayed up late.

A typical child tortured by the college entrance examination.

Zheng Quzhi went in and told a lie at will: "your teacher has something to do, and today he studies by himself."

His appearance didn't seem to have any influence on the students. He still did his own thing. He took the examination paper and kept on doing the test questions. He had no spare time to see the new teacher.

In this way, Zheng Quzhi was more relaxed. He leaned against the wall and looked at Yao Li quietly. Yao Li's deskmate is also a girl with glasses. I heard that the last meal was with her.

Two people look at the relationship is very good, several times Zheng Quzhi saw Yao Li did not say hello to use the same table eraser. In general, either the relationship is too good to say, or Yao Li is impolite.

But Yao Li doesn't look impolite.

That would be the latter. Zheng Quzhi nodded thoughtfully, thought for a few seconds and then suddenly stopped thinking. Yeah? Why is he thinking about this?

It's not a homicide, it's dirty. What is he thinking about? Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi took the corner of his mouth and took back his sight.

It was not until school was over in the afternoon that Zheng Quzhi met Wei Yan. Looking at the ugly Wei Yan on his face, Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but wonder: "Xiaoyan, what did you experience? How can you look so ugly? "

"No problem." Wei Yan droops her eyes and covers her anger at the bottom of her eyes in a low voice.

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