[Yan Jiang] What kind of skill is grabbing a class, grab me!

*This chapter: Daughter-in-law tea is here! !Needless to say hahaha

"Xiaocao, so you are so eager to be my daughter-in-law?"

【One】

Every time the provinces and cities notify that inspections are required, it means that the biological clocks of countless teachers and students are about to be disrupted.As a physical education teacher, Yan Yan didn't need to join this war without gunpowder. At most, he only needed to help with the logistics work on the periphery.However, it happened that at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, a teacher of the main subject was strongly settled in the home. Driven by the strong love of his colleagues, Teacher Yan got up at 05:30 for two consecutive days, went downstairs to buy food in the interval between washing and preparing lessons in Jiangding, and when he came back When the other party is almost ready, the two will sit next to each other on the bar stools in the kitchen and finish a breakfast together.

Yan Yan discovered that Jiang Ting ate very slowly early in the morning, but he did not expect that this man was already so busy that he would not hesitate to shorten his sleep time and eat slowly. At this moment, he was sipping gruel like a delicious delicacy, and slowly turning the food on the tablet. The courseware does not mean to speed up because of rushing to work.After a while, he saw the fingertips pause, and Jiang Ting suddenly looked up at him as if remembering something: "You..."

Just meeting Yan Yan's eyes, Teacher Yan looked away a little unnaturally: "What?"

Jiang Ting didn't pay attention to the strange tone of his expression, but slowly reached out to touch the scabbed scratch on his neck.Yan Xie felt the delicate and cool fingertips, and felt that from there to the neck was stiff and unable to move, and his whole body was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't seem to be the kind of discomfort in the real sense, but it was like a tiny electric current sticking to the skin. Upward, Yan Yan raised his shoulders subconsciously and hid: "What are you doing, don't move if you have something to say!"

"..." Jiang Ting looked at him helplessly, then withdrew his hand immediately: "Does your neck... hurt?"

Yan Mao didn't know, so she shook her head: "I don't have a stiff neck."

"No." Jiang Ting was speechless, pointing to his neck: "I said your scratch here, does it hurt?"

Yan Yan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and drank the leftover porridge in the bowl like a storm, then picked up the Jiangting rice bowl and ate the leftovers at the bottom of the bowl, stood up with the two empty bowls and replied: "I didn't feel anything at the time. Forget it, don't worry about it, change your clothes after eating, I remember the first class is your class, right?"

Jiang Ting looked towards the sink, his eyes moved slightly when he looked at the man's back, and he only said a little "hmm", then he didn't say anything, got up and took the tablet back to the bedroom - in fact, he was more stressed than anxious , Looking at Jianning No. 35 High School, there are a total of six provincial-level outstanding teachers, and he is the only one under the age of [-], and young teachers are even rarer.Every time the provincial and municipal evaluation schools must push him out, it will bring extra pressure in addition to teaching.Take the last few days as an example, preparing for open classes and final review caused him to suffer from insomnia for nearly a week, and his home and school were so busy at two o'clock and one line, that he had no time to care about the progress of his apartment's renovations, and Yan Yan sent someone to watch him every day. There is no need to be distracted here.

At this moment, he opened the closet, took out a light gray double-faced woolen coat and changed it, put the desktop notes and teaching plan tablets into the backpack one by one, and then walked out of the guest bedroom with the top handle and closed the door: "Let's go? I'm ready."

Yan Yan also happened to come out, habitually glanced at the side pocket of his backpack, then shook his head slightly, brushed his shoulder and pushed open the door of the guest bedroom again.

"Hey you..."

Before Jiang Ting could finish his sentence, Yan Yan came out, shaking his thermos cup in his hand: "It can be seen how busy you are, you even forgot your own body with a thermos cup."

Jiang Ting's ears were slightly red, and when he stretched out his hand to grab it, Yan Mo's hand was suddenly raised higher, and the height difference of seven centimeters seemed even more disparate at this time, Yan Mo's lips were smiling, and his chin moved forward: " Go change your shoes, I don’t have time to pick up water for you, I’ll pick it up at school and send you to class.”

Jiang Ting didn't have time to play the game of chasing me with him, so he let him hold it in his hand and walked to the entrance to change his shoes.

Due to the early departure, the traffic is smooth all the way. What is different from the past is that Yan Yan did not turn on the radio in order to let Teacher Jiang familiarize himself with the opening remarks and the class process without interference. There are no pop music and road condition reminders on the way to work. A soft voice lingered in my ears: "Good morning, everyone. In yesterday's class, we learned about conic sections, and basically mastered the definition of ellipses, standard equations, and geometric properties. In today's class, we will continue to study hyperbolas. In the course Before we start, please think about the following questions—”

In fact, here, Yan Xie has hardly seen Jiang Ting in class at close range. At most, he rushed to the playground and waited for the students from class [-] to come out of class. After waiting for a cloud of air, he went upstairs full of questions and went straight to the sophomore classroom. Most of the time I could see Jiang Ting standing on the podium giving a lecture, but I had never heard it so clearly.While waiting for the traffic light, he glanced at Jiang Ting out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he looked down at the lesson plan in his hand with a calm expression, his lips moved slightly, his profile was as beautiful as yesterday, but his voice was clearer and more confident than usual.He kept listening like this, until a few short whistles suddenly sounded behind him, only then did he realize that the red light had passed, and drove forward again.

When Jiang Ting arrived at school, he didn't have time to listen to him chatting, so he just said "Don't forget my thermos" and opened the door to get out of the car.Tuliu Yanxie sat in the car and looked at the dark blue cup, and smiled silently with the corners of his lips curled up for a while:

"Call me again."

【two】

Teacher Yan carried a thermos and walked towards the teaching building with the crowd. Probably this kind of leisurely image was too conspicuous among the hurried teachers and students, so that he was glanced at by Vice President Wei who was wearing the week armband from a long distance away. Catch it, and then shouted from behind: "Teacher Yan, wait a minute!" The battle was not at all calling to stop a glorious people's teacher, it was more like shouting "Hey, monster! Give me a stick from my old grandson", Teacher Yan's scalp was numb, and the next moment he turned around slowly, he saw that Principal Wei had already walked in front of him, and said with his hands behind his back: "You come to my office, and the above issued a document to urge all schools to implement it as soon as possible. Want to hear your opinion."

Yan Yan blurted out: "I have any opinions, they are all image workers..."

Under Principal Wei's hawk-eyed gaze, the word "Cheng" was swallowed back from Shanruliu. Teacher Yan followed the principal up the steps. He was trying to find a reason to go back to the office to fetch water for Jiang Ting when Han Xiaomei was not far away. Bumping and running towards this side with her schoolbag—it’s better to come sooner than later, Yan Yan smiled and said loudly: "Han Xiaomei, come here!"

Unknown why, Han Xiaomei accelerated her jumping speed and ran all the way to Teacher Yan, first politely said hello to the vice principal, and then looked up at Yan Yan who was on the steps: "Mr. Yan, what's the matter? "

"Good boy, this is your teacher Jiang's cup, please go to my office, the third place next to the wall is my seat, there is unsealed tea in the drawer, you can take it to him after brewing it, and tell him by the way Teacher Yan wishes you all the best for your public class."

Han Xiaomei took the cup and nodded obediently. After saying goodbye, she trotted towards Yan Mao's office.While waiting for the elevator, Wei Yao turned his head and glanced at Yan Yan, thinking that the only son of the richest man really has strong social skills. A physical education teacher always runs to the math group when he has nothing to do. He only said that he has seen him several times, presumably other teaching groups He didn't work too hard, co-authoring, is this trying to take away his power? ?Principal Wei's eyes gradually showed signs of scrutiny and vigilance, but Yan Xie didn't know that the leader next to him was thinking about this palace fight drama, so he inadvertently met his eyes and was so surprised: " Principal, are you... okay?"

Wei Yao snorted from his nasal cavity, and then took the lead in the elevator.

Yan Yan: "???"

The two people on this side had just followed the elevator car up the stairs slowly, when Han Xiaomei on the other side ran to the door of the sports group and knocked on the door to enter.At a glance, Yan Xie's work position is actually very recognizable. It is the same as his own dressing style. The desk is the most simple and elegant. Folder bookshelves and water glasses are his position.Han Xiaomei lamented that Teacher Yan’s taste is really good, but he didn’t know that the clothes that Teacher Yan wears on weekdays are all made by his personal dresser and his old mother, Ms. Zeng Cui, and the table decorations are uniformly distributed by the school. Other teachers have leisurely decorations, but Teacher Yan is all about class, class, class.

Han Xiaomei sighed and opened Teacher Yan’s drawer, but she didn’t see the opened box of tea that Yan Xie mentioned, only the deepest piece of old Pu’er cake. She looked around, thinking that it might be her memory There was a deviation, so I reached in with my hand, took out the tea cake, and pried off a large piece with a small knife...

After the water was boiled and the tea was ready, Han Xiaomei hurried to the classroom with her cup in her arms. On the way, she accidentally bumped into Qin Chuan, who was strolling in the courtyard with one hand in his pocket, and hurriedly apologized: "Teacher Qin Qin, I'm sorry!"

Teacher Qin Chuan, a famous female friend, is so willing to criticize the little girl, he said kindly that she is fine, and then let her go back. The teacher's eyes slightly bent:

"Yan Xi's tea is said to be more than 3 yuan, and I don't feel any difference after drinking it~"

【three】

In fact, Jiang Ting didn't have time to take a sip of this cup of tea since he brought it back to the classroom.From ringing the bell to now halfway through the course, he followed the procedure that he had simulated countless times in his mind to give lectures step by step, and because the students were very upbeat, he did not lose the chain during the questioning process, and now it is time for the students to go to the podium to do the questions and explain their thinking Jiang Ting walked off the podium to make room for them. While waiting for them to finish their questions, he glanced at the dark back row of the classroom, which was full of teachers and inspection leaders. His calm mood began to return to normal. little pressure.After all, he singled out his own merits and brought them to the provincial leaders, which to a large extent represented Jianning's high standard, and it was impossible not to be nervous at all.

However, when he was about to look back, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a person leaning against the honor roll outside the classroom window and staring at him. After meeting his gaze, he raised his hand and waved at him.

——It was Yan Yan who had just returned from the principal's office.

It's amazing that just such a simple wave made Jiang Ting feel that the little tension in his heart was easily relieved.He unconsciously showed a very light and shallow smile, nodded slightly at Yan Yan, and then turned back to look at the blackboard. The students had basically finished answering the questions, so he clapped his hands lightly: "Okay, students on the stage It's almost finished, let's start with Gao Panqing, let him tell us about the first question..."

Yan Yan outside the classroom had one long leg bent, leaning against the wall with arms folded and staring at Jiang Ting on the podium.This was the first time he stayed outside the classroom for a long time to listen to his lectures, and the rare use of the loudspeaker made his voice quite clearly heard outside the classroom.I saw him standing tall and tall standing on the left side of the podium, the light golden morning light softly reflected his face through the window, and the movement of raising his hand and tapping the blackboard to analyze was almost elegant.

This was Jiang Ting, whom he had never seen before.

He just watched it for a long time, ignorantly letting the time go by, until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students stood up and said "goodbye, teacher" before he came back to his senses.

He stood a little further away, and saw Jiang Ting coming out of the back door with the leader, talking with a smile, saying goodbye one by one, walked over quietly for a while, lowered his head and whispered in Teacher Jiang's ear: "Hey, the class is good. .”

Jiang Ting immediately turned around, slightly surprised: "Why are you still here?"

Yan Yan clicked his tongue: "Look at what you said. You live in my house every day and I didn't ask you this question. Why do you despise me so much?"

Jiang Ting knew he was joking, so he turned around and entered the classroom without responding.

"Hey, why did you run away while talking? I'm worth [-]|||If anyone wants to flirt, you have to pay first, okay?!"

Yan Yan looked into the classroom, but after a while, Jiang Ting came out of the podium with a thermos and smiled: "I haven't had time to drink after a lecture, thank you."

Yan Yan was startled, staring at his clear black and white eyes, keenly aware of the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat, and then raised his hand unnaturally to touch the back of his neck: "Hey, thank you, take a sip quickly, I didn't see how you drank water in the morning."

"Yeah." Jiang Ting nodded, then unscrewed the lid of the cup, and a strong tea fragrance rushed over, both of them were immediately surprised.Jiang Ting was surprised that in his many years of tea drinking, he had never smelled such a mellow and rich tea aroma; while Yan Xi was surprised that the one he opened was obviously a box of jasmine flowers!

In a blink of an eye, he suddenly remembered that some time ago, Ms. Zeng Cui had photographed an old Tongxing with a bucket of five cakes. At that time, she gave him a cake and named it "Daughter-in-law Tea". Whoever drank it would have to be her daughter-in-law in the future .Because Yan Mao himself was not very interested in tea, and he didn't have any hope of marrying a wife before the age of 40, so he didn't take it seriously, and stuffed it in a drawer when he came back.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, I wish my room to sleep in my ch|ua|ng to grab my class, wouldn't I put myself in it?

Han Xiaomei is really a child can teach...

Yan Xie took a closer look, and was even more sure that this was the tea that Bing Lao Tongxing made. He stared at Jiang Ting and put his lips close to the rim of the cup. The joy of noticing moved closer, almost touching the tip of Jiang Ting's nose:

"How is it, is it good to drink?"

How did Jiang Ting know that there were twists and turns, he only moved back a little, and then nodded honestly again, and replied softly: "Yeah."

Yan Yan stared at his upturned thick eyelashes and the docile hair around his ears, and his smile became more obvious. He straightened his upper body and said slowly: "It's good to drink. This is an old Tongxing from 1921. My mother took a picture of it. "Daughter-in-law tea", whoever drinks it will be my daughter-in-law.

Super grass, so you are so eager to be my daughter-in-law? "

At this time, the class bell rang, and with the ringing, Jiang Ting suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Mo.I saw a smile in his eyes, but his expression didn't look like he was joking.Teacher Jiang looked at the cup that was still emitting white gas, and felt like he was holding a hot potato, and immediately "sold" his student: "It's not me, but Han Xiaomei made it, you can't force Wei| ||cheng|||year||| people take this responsibility."

There was no one around, Yan Yan took time to get closer step by step, unconsciously, Jiang Ting pressed his back against the wall and retreated, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was afraid of attracting more people to watch, so he could only suppress his voice Rebuked: "What are you doing, I can't be your daughter-in-law after drinking it!"

Yan Yan leaned over to observe his micro-expressions with great interest, as calmly as observing a prey that was close at hand, and slowly laughed for a long time:

"If you want to, it's not impossible."

TBC