The music class was taken over again

"Did I say something wrong?"

"as long as you are happy."

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Qiao Zheng, Huang Li, and Yang Leqian often go to the cafeteria to eat together when it is convenient for them.

Qiao Zheng is the most idle, always on call.

Thanks to the school for opening the window for faculty and staff, otherwise I really couldn't escape those hungry and crazy students.

Qiao Zheng stepped aside to make way for the rushing army.

"Running too fast." Qiao Zheng sighed while walking slowly.

Huang Li said: "What is this? I won a gold medal in sprinting."

Yang Leqian excitedly said: "National Games?"

Huang Li: "Well, the full name is the Provincial University Games."

The three came to the cafeteria leisurely. There were not many people in the staff dining area. Qiao Zheng took a seat under a fan with a bag.

There is already a long queue at the student window, crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.

Hundreds of fans whine overhead, still unable to shake off the heat.Steam permeates the glass window, revealing the figures of the cafeteria uncle and aunt.

Qiao Zheng led Huang Li and Yang Leqian to window number three.

She has experience: "The aunt here gave enough, and the spoon didn't shake."

When she arrived, Qiaozheng showed a sweet smile, "Auntie, one serving of rice, shredded potatoes, and one meatball."

The aunt looked up at her, skillfully filled a portion of potatoes, scooped out a ball, and poured sauce on it, but the amount of rice was not enough.

Qiao Zheng: "Auntie, why is there so little rice?"

The aunt said innocently: "I think you are thin, can't you eat much?"

"..."

The three of them returned to their seats to eat, Yang Leqian gnawed off the shrimp head, and said while eating: "Qiao Qiao, I found that our class is drugged like a group, and the class and self-study are as quiet as a chicken..."

Qiao Zheng raised her head: "It's not good for you to compare your classmates like that."

"Teacher Yan is very nice. She must have watched the evening self-study session. Our classmates knew that they were afraid. The goddess is indeed a goddess."

Qiaozheng threw down her chopsticks: "What? Sissy, God is fraternal and kind. She saves all living beings and warms the world. She is called a female ghost, Shura, and King of Hades."

Huang Li joined the discussion: "I don't dare to play recently. She shows up on the basketball court at six o'clock every day. We play well. As soon as I see her, my teammates pass the ball to the enemy. It's completely messed up. Can't play at all. She also stared at me with weird eyes, as if I was gathering a crowd to play."

Yang Leqian is the teacher in charge of the class. When it comes to playing basketball, she and her leader united front: "Stop it, you have to bear at least 50.00% of the responsibility. You are good at the game. If you participate, the game will be more interesting, which directly attracts On the other hand, it also indirectly attracts students who like basketball but are not skilled, Huang Li, when you don’t come, half of the people on the basketball court will be reduced.”

"Ah?" Huang Li opened his mouth and his eyes widened.

Teacher Yang continued: "Do you know how much impact playing basketball has on learning?"

Huang Li retorted: "Are you becoming more and more pedantic as a teacher? Moderate exercise can promote blood circulation and release stress. You guys just want to squeeze out all the students. How can you study day and night? "

Teacher Yang spoke in a serious tone: "You are wrong. Our school arranges extracurricular activities to let students relax and have enough energy for self-study at night. However, we overestimate the self-control ability of students, and many boys even skip class to play basketball. , Even if you come back on time and sweat all over, you can’t start studying right away.”

Huang Li couldn't refute, looking at Qiao Zheng: "Who do you think is right?"

Qiao Zheng looked at the physical education teacher, and then at the physics teacher: "I think Teacher Huang is right. Besides, students with poor self-control will not focus on their studies even if they don't play ball."

Yang Leqian acted like a baby: "Qiao Qiao, you value sex over friends."

Qiaozheng looked left and right: "Where is the sex you mentioned? Oh, you said Mr. Huang, my dog ​​is kept at his house."

"..."

"Oh," Yang Leqian cried out in a low voice, brushed her long hair over her shoulders, covered her face, and lowered her head so hard that her hair was almost stuck in the vegetable soup.

"You block me, I see extinction."

Qiaozheng looked back, and sure enough, Yan Ze was sitting in a corner by the window, and the surroundings were empty. She took a sip of water, began to eat, chewed slowly, and was not polite.

Qiao Zheng said to Yang Leqian: "Isn't that your goddess? Shouldn't you be screaming for a dragon to send flowers?"

Yang Leqian shook her head: "No, no, don't shake, stop me quickly."

Qiao Zheng stood up suddenly and said, "Eat first."

"Oh, where are you going?"

Qiao Zheng had already left, and sat next to Yan Ze with a plate.

Yang Leqian was terrified: "What is she going to do?"

Huang Li ate with big mouthfuls: "Maybe it's to help you get an autograph."

Yan Ze took a few mouthfuls and stopped: "What are you doing here?"

"Why do you just eat this little? I'll give you my meatballs." Qiao Zheng poked her Sixi meatballs with a chopstick and put them on Yan Ze's plate.

The author has something to say: a little less, fat tomorrow, thank you