The music class was taken over again

The roadblock was cleared, the road in front of the school was opened to traffic again, and the lights weaved continuous golden threads, shining brightly.

Qiao Zheng and Teacher Yan didn't have too many scruples, they crossed the road holding hands, and walked to the other side of the road. Yan Ze looked back, only a few pale street lights were on in the campus, and the three tall teaching buildings were sunk in the night. The outline of the huge cube can be seen clearly, as if in a deep sleep.

There are many restaurants and restaurants at the entrance of the community, and the business of barbecue restaurants is booming in early summer, and the smell of fireworks can be smelled from afar.

For several days, almost every store was overcrowded, and the lights shone on people's laughing faces.

Qiaozheng sighed: "It's not easy after the exam. You have to be dragged by your parents to eat everywhere. It will be different when the results come out. Those who don't do well in the exam will be locked up at home. Lots of dinners."

Yan Ze said: "So what am I afraid of? I am afraid that these parents and students will be emotional and miss the time to apply for volunteers. This kind of hi happened to me in my previous school."

The aroma of coriander and oil mixed together and floated into the nose, Qiao Zheng couldn't help it, and said let's go out to eat too.

Yan Ze looked at it and said, "Can you still find the location?"

"It's still early, let's go forward."

They held hands all the time, the sweat of their palms fused together, and walked past street lights, the shadows became long and short, and the blurred light and shadow fell into the eyes, as if the road had no end.

Passing by the milk tea shop, Qiao Zheng wanted to drink milk tea, and Teacher Yan accompanied her there. The shop was doing very well, and among the people queuing up, there were several couples wearing No. [-] Middle School uniforms.

Qiaozheng joked: "Master Miejue, hurry up, there are puppy lovers there."

Juejue Shitai squeezed out a smile that didn't look like a smile: "I can't control it anymore."

Although she has graduated, the Yu Wei of Miejue Shitai is still there. When the young lovers saw her, their faces changed, and they subconsciously let go of their hands, and a few of them ran directly to another store.

The clerk shouted: "Hey, classmate, don't you want to order?"

Yan Ze felt very sorry for making them lose several orders.

It seems that in many love stories, there are scenes where the main characters drink milk tea together.

"What am I to you."

"You are my Yulemi!"

Such classic lines are remembered by almost every girl.

On a whim, Qiao Zheng asked Teacher Yan with a blushing face, "What am I yours?"

Teacher Yan almost blurted out: "Xiang Piaopiao."

Qiao Zheng is speechless, this math teacher must only remember the vulgar advertising slogan "sell more than 3 million cups a year, can circle the earth".

At the end of the line, the clerk asked them what to drink.

Qiaozheng still thought about buying just one cup, and using a straw, the two of them would take turns drinking and kissing indirectly many times, but Teacher Yan ordered two cups ahead of her.

Ok.

The clerk did it, and Qiao Zheng yelled: "Hey, little sister, put less pearls!"

The young lady smiled and said, "Beauty, our pearls are brown sugar pearls, which are delicious."

Qiao Zheng chuckled: "But it's too much and I can't drink it in the end."

The milk tea is ready, and the two cups are exactly the same, but after opening, Qiao Zheng insists on changing: "I'll try yours, and you can try mine too."

"I bought the same..."

"No, I want to drink yours."

After taking a sip, Qiao Zheng said seriously, "You still drink it better."

Teacher Yan didn't say anything, and smiled softly at her.

After returning home, Qiao Zheng turned around suddenly, pressed Yan Ze against the wall, and made a domineering wall thump, but he was handsome for less than three seconds. Teacher Yan turned around and hugged Qiao Zheng's waist, and the two people's up and down positions were reversed for a moment.

Yan Ze stared into her eyes: "You haven't practiced basic skills today, have you?"

Qiaozheng's throat moved, and she said, "I'm going to practice now, I, I feel the floor is cold, I want to practice on the bed."

"How can it be cold if there is floor heating at home?"

Qiaozheng used unreasonable methods of making trouble: "You don't have a back pain when you stand and talk, and it's not you who have to practice. I just feel cold and panic."

The flexibility of her body has basically returned to its original state.

For dancers, the potential of the body is huge. From outsiders' perspective, being able to do a standard split is admirable, but this is only the most basic. As long as you explore and try slowly, you can dance again and again. break the limit.

Yan Ze often looks terrified, always feels that this girl has no bones, otherwise how could her body be so soft, every time she lowers her waist, Teacher Yan will bring it back to her, as if her waist is broken.

"Slow down, you—you won't strain your muscles this way, will you?" Her eyes widened.

Qiao Zheng, on the other hand, looked relaxed, talking to her without panting while doing difficult movements.

She kept one movement for 15 minutes, relaxed her body, and rolled into Teacher Yan's arms.

Yan Ze bowed his head and kissed her.

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