The music class was taken over again

The picture was so impactful, it was like a living spring palace, Yan Ze was dizzy for a while, only felt the blood rushing to his forehead.

"You...you put on your clothes first."

Qiaozheng felt a chill on her chest, and then realized that she was not wearing a shirt, so she quickly covered her body with a quilt, hid inside and put on her clothes rustlingly.

She came out with a red face and messy hair.

Qiaozheng wanted to laugh at first, but when she suddenly thought of Yan Ze's face, she also kept a cold face, and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Ze was a little cautious, his lips parted, and he said: "Let me explain to you, I don't mean to blame you, Jiang Huan is my student, she is not emotionally stable because of the exam, I have to comfort her first."

Qiaozheng said that she understood the work of the head teacher very well, and she had stopped being angry for a long time. Teacher Yan came to see her, and she was very, very surprised and very, very moved.

But for a woman like Teacher Yan who eats vegetarian food, recites Buddhism, and has no desires or thoughts, she must behave a little arrogantly.

Qiao Zheng stuck her neck on purpose, sitting on the head of the bed like a wronged little daughter-in-law, pouted and kept silent, just like a female hedgehog who wants to prick someone.

Yan Ze was here to appease this little elf, she could only explain, she couldn't say pleasant words, Qiao Zheng pointed the back of her head at her, and she had nothing to do.

If it were someone else and something else, she felt that she was reasonable and explained clearly, she would never waste any words or time.

At this moment, she felt that if she didn't follow Mrs. Qiao well, she would not be able to do a good job as a director.

Qiao Zheng smiled secretly, watching the leading comrades like a log, opening and closing their mouths, closing and opening their mouths, hesitating and hesitating.

She remembered that when she was studying, she was called by the teacher to answer questions.

"I can't fart for a long time!"

Thinking about it, she laughed happily.

Yan Ze: "..."

*******

No. [-] middle school teacher's marking speed has always maintained the fastest record in the city, and has never been surpassed.

For the Chinese language that was tested first, the teachers completed marking, reviewing, and recording in one day.

There is a period of slack after the exam, which may be long or short. In order to shorten this slack period as much as possible, the teachers immediately handed out the Chinese papers after finishing the exam.

The students who just breathed a sigh of relief had to set the flag again when they saw their scores.

Su Qi glanced at his composition score and was complacent. He immediately went to grab Ning Fei's paper, "Fuck! 56! I really thought I surpassed you this time."

Ning Fei ignored him and looked at Su Qi arrogantly.

Ning Fei's handwriting is neat and comfortable, with a crested head and a leopard tail, and a brilliant literary talent. On the upper right is 56 written in red pen.

Su Qi got 52 in the test, he is not as good as Ning Fei and he has nothing to complain about, after all, his literary talent is inferior to others.

Wang Chuan looked at his paper, and shed bitter tears: "Fuck, I have the same idea as you, why did I get 38 in the exam! Fuck, just give me an extra point, why give me [-]? !"

Teacher Liang came, with a solemn expression and a cloudy face.

Zhang qingyang was still searching here and there: "why don't you have my papers? What about you? Eh?"

Teacher Liang knocked on the desk: "Some students didn't get the papers."

Zhang Pengfei: "Yeah, it's me."

Teacher Liang: "You are so outstanding, I have already posted them on the publicity board outside, and you will be shown to the public for three days!"

Zhang qingyang's heart skipped a beat. If Mr. Liang said he wanted to post you on the publicity board, it would definitely not be an honorable thing.

When get out of class was about to end, Teacher Liang put away Ning Fei and Zhou Xiu's test papers and posted them on the bulletin board outside the classroom. One of their essays scored 56 and the other 55.

Teacher Liang praised two people: "These two compositions, one from the front and the other from the negative, but they both got high marks. It is not impossible to find another way, but the language foundation must be solid, and the arguments must be relevant to the theme. I will post them outside. It’s for you to take a serious look.”

Jiang Huan lowered her head, a little unconvinced. She and Zhou Xiu have always taken turns to be No.1 in the class. After you sing, I will take the stage. There has never been a third person who has taken the number one position. Jiang Huan and Zhou Xiu, Have been fighting in secret.

After class, Jiang Huan went to read the composition of the two of them. She only read Zhou Xiu's, because Ning Fei was not outstanding in general and mathematics, and he was only five or six in the class. Zhou Xiu is different. Zhou Xiu is her only opponent in the class. Sometimes, a person knows his opponent better than he knows himself.

Zhang qingyang also went out to read. The excellent composition was posted on the right, and his own paper was posted on the left, with handwriting like crabs running rampant.

Zhang qingyang was puzzled. He also scored nearly 120 points in the test. Why was he posted on this kind of public display?

He read each question one by one.

I saw the dictation of the poem:

Go to Jiangkou to guard the empty ships, and the iron horses will disperse in the autumn wind.

Zhang qingyang was speechless to himself.

At this time, the head teacher stood behind him: "Zhang Pengfei, it's best for me to see you at ten past seven for morning reading in the future. If you're late, you can read early outside."

Zhang Pengfei sighed sadly: "Why did I recite it wrong! Otherwise, I would have scored 120."

Yan Ze didn't have a good face: "Will the college entrance examination make you do it again? You are not stupid, but you are impetuous. If your Chinese is not bad overall, you will accompany Wang Chuan to my office tonight."

Jiang Huan read Zhou Xiu's composition almost word by word. She felt unbalanced. Sometimes the competition between top students is like this. They want to be better than each other in any aspect.

Yan Ze spoke differently to Jiang Huan, he was much gentler: "Jiang Huan, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Huan and Zhou Xiu are two girls who are smart and hardworking. They will never need to be supervised by their teachers, and they will not mess with Wang Chuan and others every day. Every teacher likes such students. Yan Ze mainly encourages and appeases them. .

Zhang Pengfei said: "Looking at the composition, it's useless for me to read it, I can't write it."

Jiang Huan didn't care to talk to him, and didn't say a word.

Yan Ze saw Zhang qingyang's papers pasted together with ning fei's and zhou xiu's, and thought it was to show off the excellent composition.

She even doubted herself, did she lose any literary literacy after teaching mathematics for so many years?

Until she saw "Go to Jiangkou to guard the empty ships, and the iron horses will disperse in the autumn wind".

She pointed to the poem that Zhang Pengfei wrote silently: "Did you come early in the morning to hear it?"

Zhang Pengfei: "I've never been late."

Yan Ze had an angry look on his face: "Is it your standard not to be late?"

"You can come to my office with Wang Chuan tonight!"

Yan Ze definitely won't let the two big mouths sit together, she doesn't want to watch the scene and talk about cross talk.

Wang Chuan came to the old place with the book, and Yan Ze pointed to the southeast corner of the office, where there was a lame wooden table, which was used to put some old materials.

"Just sit there."

Wang Chuan secretly gave Zhang Pengfei a look, as if to say, "You are not as good as me."

Zhang qingyang was going to the classroom to find a rag to wipe the dust off the table when Qiao Zheng came in.

Looking at it, I can see why the usually lifeless office is so lively.

Qiao Zheng is now more familiar with going to the director's office than going to her own home. She goes to sit after class, sits after eating, and sits before evening self-study.

Afraid that she might not be able to remember, Yan Ze took the trouble to remind her: "Don't come during the period from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] on weekdays, some school leaders will come."

Qiao Zheng also felt the same way. During this time, the students and teachers came in and out, which really disturbed their two-person world.

Before the evening self-study, she sprayed some Anna Sui Bai Doll on her body, and the fragrance of the sea breeze gradually transitioned to the fragrance of citrus and lemon, rendering the most charming side of the girl.

Qiaozheng went to the office quietly. She thought that only Teacher Yan was there, but she didn't expect that there was an ascetic monk in the northwest corner and the southeast corner who were fighting the sea, sometimes frowning, sometimes scratching their ears.

The saddest thing in the world is that I regard you as a goddess, but you treat me as a light bulb.

Wang Chuan's eyes were filled with the anguish of not being able to get what he wanted, mixed with some doubts. The goddess's eyes were full of stars and seas, why such eyes were only willing to stay on Master Miejue.

So the goddess likes this kind of murderous god?

Wang Chuan and Zhang qingyang raised their heads to glance at Qiao Zheng, and then quickly lowered their heads.

Qiao Zheng clung to Teacher Yan's side lightly like a kitten.

Warm breath brushed against Yan Ze's ear: "Why is your office getting more and more crowded?"

Yan Ze glanced at her quickly, thinking that I also want to ask, why is my place getting more and more crowded.

Some students were studying here, but Qiao Zheng didn't dare to speak loudly, nor dared to be too noisy, so she sat obediently and played with her mobile phone. The smell of perfume appeared from time to time, making the air into a lively smell.

Yan Ze saw that she was as quiet as a good baby, and thought to himself, it's different where you play with your mobile phone, so don't be too obvious when you rub against the air conditioner.

Sitting quietly like this for 45 minutes, Qiao Zheng didn't think it was too long. As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Zhang Pengfei immediately put down his pen and walked away, not at all afraid of Yan Ze who was sitting aside.

Wang Chuan looked at zhang qingyang dumbfounded, with the aura of coming and going as he wanted.

The moment zhang qingyang pushed open the door, the noisy noise from outside poured in.

Wang Chuan's heart began to itch. The boys' thick voices, running in the hallway, kicking and running, turned into reality, stretched in through the crack of the office door, tied his hands, and dragged him out. On the other side, it was Miejue Shitai's ferocious eyes that held him tightly.

Zhang qingyang had good grades and was confident. He never put on an air in front of the teacher.

Wang Chuan was just a coward, he watched the fellow sufferers go out with longing eyes, his buttocks stuck to the seat, and his eyes glanced out from time to time.

Yan Ze stood up and closed the door.

Wang Chuan immediately buried his head in the paper.

The door of Yan Ze's office is very sound-proof, with a slap, it seems to have set up an enchantment. No matter how busy the world is outside, it is a quiet Buddhist door inside.

Yan Ze finally couldn't help asking Qiao Zheng: "What are you doing here? Rubbing the air conditioner?"