The music class was taken over again

There was a hint of coquettishness in Qiao Zheng's voice: "Then can you hold my hand and write?"

Yan Ze was stunned, her eyes locked on Qiao Zheng's hand, the light cast from her pupils was pure and pure, like melting ice and snow.

She thought of the sentence in the Book of Songs, "Hands are like catkins, skin is like creamy fat."

Eight words could not be more appropriate.

Like a demon, Yan Ze wrapped Qiao Zheng's little hand with his own.

Qiaozheng felt as if ice was covering her hand, and she shivered involuntarily. Strangely, her wrapped hand became hot and warm again.

Yan Ze led her to move the pen seriously, but Qiao Zheng's heart was itchy, and her hand didn't seem to be her own. She followed Yan Ze's power in a trance, leaving ghostly symbols on the paper.

Yan Ze showed an expression that a child can't teach a dead wood and can't carve: "It's the only way, you should write it yourself."

Qiao Zheng hasn't recovered yet, her eyes are drooping, her eyelashes are still glued together from crying just now.

The six senses cannot deceive the heart. She especially enjoys the feeling just now. She said that her fingers are connected with her heart. When someone holds her hand, the tip of her heart trembles, as if being held by someone cherished. Few people hold her hand. hands up.

She wanted to experience it again, so she said brazenly: "Teach me again, aren't you a teacher, the teacher must be patient."

Teacher Yan: That depends on what kind of student you are...

Yan Ze held her hand again, and Qiao Zheng smiled secretly, with a happy face, but he didn't pay attention to the pen and paper, and the written words were still unsightly.

"Write a few more times..."

Still like an ugly crawler.

Teacher Yan is getting impatient.

No matter how thick-skinned Qiao Zheng was, she was too embarrassed to let her teach her. She signed one on a sticky note, looked at it for a while, and said, "It's okay, not ugly."

Yan Ze put away the note paper signed by Qiao Zheng, and thanked him very politely.

Qiao Zheng blushed and said blushingly, "It's okay."

Yan Ze left without saying a word. When she left, she was still thinking, what is Teacher Qiao doing so shy today?

The next day, Lei Xueming copied the question on the blackboard. In fact, there was at most a one-tenth chance of getting this question in the end, but even if there was a one-tenth chance, he had to be [-]% prepared.

"Don't do anything now, raise your dog's head, stare your dog's eyes wide, and show me this question!"

"Look, let you look at the blackboard, is the dog deaf or the pig's ears blind?"

Everyone picked up their pens. Some of them had already understood the questions and started to calculate, while others copied the questions into their notebooks before starting to examine them.

Lei Xueming looked at his watch, 10 minutes had passed.

A small number of students had already put down their pens and compared their answers with their deskmates. Some were dumbfounded, their eyes were glazed over, and some were thinking hard, obviously stuck at a certain step.

Lei Xueming was not satisfied with the speed, and felt a little impatient. He took a deep breath and waited for another 5 minutes.

There are still more than half of the people who write and draw on draft paper.

Lei Xueming was a little angry.

Two hours for one paper, his request is to finish the choice and fill in the blanks in 40 minutes, and the remaining 80 minutes to do the big questions, and the time allocation for the six big questions is different, the first four are trigonometric functions, probability statistics, solid geometry, and sequence Relatively simple, 10 minutes for each question is best, and then at least four 10 minutes are left to do more difficult conic sections and derivatives.

As a result, it took more than ten minutes for this group of paramecium to do the sequence.

And there are no detours and traps in this question, so it should be considered very smooth.

Tolerable or unbearable!

"Don't do it, raise your dog's head! Look at me, look at me!"

"It takes such a long time for a stupid question! Are you still angry about the college entrance examination? What kind of test are you taking? Roast sweet potatoes!"

Lei Xueming noticed Chen Zhixi just now, he was calculating very slowly, and kept aiming at his deskmate Xu Cheng.

Lei Xueming walked over and pointed at Chen Zhixi: "You, go to the blackboard and do it."

Chen Zhixi was almost scared to pee, and quickly glanced at the calculation steps at the same table, but when he was facing the blank blackboard, his mind was also blank.

Lei Xueming was still staring at him from behind.

Chen Zhixi's legs felt weak, and he almost wanted to kneel down to the blackboard.

"What? The blackboard looks handsome? I haven't seen enough, I haven't seen enough. I'll unload it for you today and send it to your home?"

Chen Zhixi's face turned pale: "No need, no need, teacher, I've seen enough."

"Then write quickly! Are you disabled? Hand disabled or brain disabled?"

Chen Zhixi picked up the chalk tremblingly, and muttered, "Both are disabled."

"I can't kill you! Can't do it? Read the title for me!" Lei Xueming's roar sounded.

Chen Zhixi began to chant slowly, like a little monk chanting scriptures, without moving his mouth or thinking.

Lei Xueming was furious: "I don't even know how to calculate the general term formula! I told you about S4, how to sum the arithmetic sequence, you have eaten everything I taught!!!"

The fire at the city gate affected Chi Yu, and because Chen Zhixi was alone, Lei Xueming vented his anger on the whole class: "Do you want to give up? If we fall out of the top three in math in our class in the monthly exam, look how tender I am! I work all day long!" What a waste of money, I'm about to be kicked by tenderness. A person who grows up is too big, and a muddleheaded one is like a pot of Gucha soup!"

******

After Yan Ze returned home, she gave Qiao Zheng's autograph to her mother. Yan's mother's fan filter was really thick, and the words were so ugly that she couldn't bear to read them, but she still held them in her hands and was very happy.

"Why is this word so beautiful? Just like her, it is a flower."

"Aren't you her colleague? Do you have a picture of her?" Yan's mother's eyes lit up.

At that moment, Yan Ze really wanted to take out the ugly photos of Qiao Zheng, to test whether her mother was a true love who was attracted by the soul, or a superficial fan. If it was the latter, she would be able to see the large-scale fan removal scene with her own eyes up.

Yan's mother: "You have, you must have, I know you very well, if you don't, you will talk right away, but you haven't replied to me for more than five seconds, let me check your phone."

Yan's mother snatched her daughter's mobile phone.

Yan Ze put Qiao Zheng's ugly photos in her private album, and she couldn't see them without a password, so her mother couldn't see her ugly photos.

Mama Yan was very disappointed when she couldn't find any pictures of the idol.

"You go to the same school as her, so it's not difficult for you to take a few photos?" Yan's mother said.

Yan Ze said directly, "It's a bit difficult."

Ask her a grade leader to secretly take pictures of a beautiful female teacher like a paparazzi, is she still her mother?

Yan's mother said: "You just don't want to help me. What's the problem with getting a photo? Aren't you the director? You just don't want to help me."

Yan Ze couldn't help it, and he didn't talk back, thinking of some reason to get the photo.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Zheng delivered it to the door by herself.

What happened last night, Qiao Zheng really wanted to find an opportunity to thank the leader. After thinking about it, he should invite him to dinner. People have different interests and personalities, but they can't do without food and wine.

The leader took care of everything every day, restrained himself and devoted himself to his duties. He probably wouldn't reply when he sent a WeChat message, but Qiao Zheng went to the director's office without bothering him.

She knew the way to the director's office too well.

Every time he went in, Director Yan was immersed in his work, but Qiao Zheng made a new discovery. The contents of the double-layer thermos were changed, and there were two small brown oranges floating.

Yan Ze lowered his head to work, and when he heard any movement, he would glance at the door, usually the legs were the first thing he saw.

Looking at it, first there are snow-white canvas shoes, then a fleshy and well-proportioned ankle, and above that, a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in pencil pants.

Oddly enough, she wore trousers for the first time.

"What's the matter?" Yan Ze still had a leading tone, but she knew that if this peacock came to her, it would not be because of business.

"I want to invite you to dinner. I... didn't know how to thank you yesterday. Don't refuse. It's not a public fund for eating and drinking, and you haven't exceeded the standard for hospitality. It definitely doesn't violate the eight central and central prohibitions and the six major prohibitions." Qiao Zheng said.

"I'm going to arrange a monthly exam these days, can this weekend be okay?"

Qiao Zheng was overjoyed, she agreed!

"It's okay, according to your time, why, will an exam be very busy?" Qiao Zheng asked puzzled.

Yan Ze didn't explain too much, and simply said "very busy".

She felt that a nine-to-five music teacher would not understand this.

Considering that the leader is so busy, Qiao Zheng said: "How about Saturday night? I will remind you every day, I am afraid you will forget."

Yan Ze smiled silently: "Although I am busy, I am not demented. I will never forget the things that have been decided within half a month."

Qiao Zheng secretly admired that a leader is a leader, not only must he be well-known and agile, but also have a good mind that never forgets.

She can't do it, she has a goldfish brain, and when she encounters trifles, she will lose everything and ignore the future.

After a while, Yan Ze raised his head and said, "Qiao Zheng."

"Huh?" Qiao Zheng raised her head suddenly.

The leader never spoke out of breath, and she didn't know why Yan Ze only called her by her name instead of saying everything she wanted to say.

"what happened?"

Seeing Qiao Zheng's return, Yan Ze said, "You are familiar with Teacher Huang, aren't you?"

Qiao Zheng nodded.

Yan Ze slowed down for a while, and said, "Can you remind him a little bit so that he doesn't go to play this week?"

It was her job to manage teachers and students, and she should do it herself, but Yan Ze was so busy recently that she felt that Qiao Zheng and Huang Li had a close relationship, so she might as well let Qiao Zheng be a lobbyist.

The first time she asked for help, she was still a little embarrassed.

Qiao Zheng readily agreed: "Okay, okay, leave it to me, I know it all, I won't say you sent me there."

Yan Ze nodded, a faint smile flickered on the corner of his mouth.

In human nature, we still hope that all people and things will come along with us, and divide people into the former self and the present self with time as the boundary. Although the same soul resides, the two If individuals separated by time forcibly collide, they will be incompatible with each other.

The present self hates the past self, and the past self hates the present self.

When studying, teachers and school leaders are public enemies.

You have to control the game.

Perm and dyed hair should be managed.

If you are late for the flag raising on Monday, you will have to deal with it.

Speech at night should be managed.

If you don't do well in the exam, you have to take care of it.

I'm bored to death.How could there be such a devilish group of people.

If she looks at it from the perspective of the class teacher and the senior leader.

Why are these brats playing ball again!

With disheveled yellow hair and white hair, does he still look like a student?

Late again and late again, what a bad attitude!

Why don't you have so much energy when talking and studying with the lights off!

How many times have I said this question, why am I wrong again!

Time is so tight, why are you still distracted by late self-study!

I'm so pissed off, you guys are the worst senior year I've ever taught!

Thinking of the last sentence, Qiao Zheng secretly smiled, wondering if Director Yan had ever said that to the students.

Qiao Zheng didn't directly tell Huang Li about playing basketball. She wanted to ask Mr. Huang if his emotional problems had been resolved.

Huang Li was playing games with his mobile phone, and when he saw her coming, he put down his mobile phone.

"Have you made it clear to your girlfriend?"

Huang Li smiled and said, "It's okay, just coax it."

Seeing that his face was relaxed, and he didn't seem to be lying to reassure himself, Qiao Zheng nodded: "That's good."

"Old Huang, don't go down to play every day from now on. This week you will have a monthly exam." Qiao Zheng said gently.

Huang Li looked like he saw a ghost. This Qiao Zheng was either struck by lightning or brainwashed by Director Yan.

He quipped, "Why do you care about this?"

Qiao Zheng: "Director Yan didn't tell me to tell you..."

"Ah!" Qiao Zheng covered her mouth, why did she miss it!

Huang Li nodded, "So she was a lobbyist. It's very strange. Why did she let you speak?"

"Don't ask, I've missed it all, and I feel very guilty."

Huang Li said yes, but his expression changed: "But I have an appointment with a classmate from Class [-] today. It's not good to break your promise. Today is the last time."

Qiao Zheng also felt that breaking promises was not good, so she nodded: "That's fine."

Then, Qiaozheng sent Yan Ze a WeChat message: I persuaded him, but it's not up to me whether he listens or not.

Yan Ze didn't return.

In the afternoon, the two met in the corridor.

Qiao Zheng hurriedly said: "I told him, Teacher Huang said he would stop fighting in a few days?"

Yan Ze raised his eyebrows, and his tone was suspicious: "How many days? In a few days, the papers will be finished!"

Qiao Zheng quickly changed her words: "No, no, tomorrow, tomorrow I won't fight."

Yan Ze couldn't believe it anymore, and said, "Tomorrow? That means we'll still play today. Everything will be postponed until tomorrow."

Qiao Zheng couldn't explain it anymore. Huang Li might be fighting with the students in Class [-] right now.

"I'll go down and have a look." Yan Ze said and left.

Qiao Zheng trotted to follow.

Seeing that there were not many people on the court, Qiao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, he didn't come to play, so don't think too much about it."

Yan Ze snorted coldly: "It hasn't started yet."

Qiao Zheng didn't speak, but Yan Ze said, "I'll stay here today."

Qiao Zheng silently burned a stick of incense for Huang Li.

The two waited for a while, but instead of Huang Li, Teacher Lei came.

As soon as Lei Xueming arrived, he sat under the basketball hoop, holding a stack of rolled up test papers in his hand.

Huang Li came over with the basketball in his arms, showing off his skills as he walked, sometimes turning the ball with one finger, and sometimes flexibly tossing the ball in front of and behind him. Naturally, you can't see it on your body.

Qiao Zheng sweated for him, thinking to herself, just pretend to be the last one.

The expressions on Yan Ze's and Lei Xueming's faces were exactly the same, they were the police/cops who had been on the spot for a long time and finally closed the net today to destroy the large-scale playing dens.

At the same time, several students from Class [-] came over talking and laughing.

Huang Li started dribbling the ball when he arrived at the court, wanting to shoot a three-pointer to warm up.

He didn't see Lei Xueming under the basketball hoop. He spotted the backboard and threw it with one hand. With a bang, the basketball spun and fell from the net, hitting Lei Xueming's head impartially.

Qiao Zheng covered her eyes and looked through her fingers.

Lei Xueming didn't intend to hide just now, he simply gave the dog's head on purpose.

The author has something to say: Do you want to give up?If we fall out of the top three in the monthly math test in our class, let's see how tender I am!I'm about to be kicked out of my tenderness by doing such a shitty job all day long.It's a big thing for a person to grow up, and a pot of goo-cha soup with a confused mind!

What do you guys want to do? If we fall out of the top three in the monthly math class, see how I deal with you. What are you doing all day? Soup.