The music class was taken over again

When Yan Ze met those rippling eyes, he felt as if his heart had been bitten by a bug.

Qiao Zheng still raised her eyes halfway, her amorous feelings were revealed from the corners of her eyes, she was like a half-opened flower bud.

Yan Ze's face turned black and red again, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you think?"

Qiao Zheng's arms tightened her body, as if she wanted to close herself tightly, but the more she closed like a mimosa, the more obvious her charming taste became.

"We have different ideas, I have to... I have to follow your standards." Qiao Zheng said in a low voice.

Yan Ze laughed at himself, he really misunderstood, and thought that Mr. Qiao was going to put away his big tail and become a lady.

"Below the clavicle, no more than [-] centimeters should be exposed, and above the knee, no more than [-] centimeters should be exposed. I have made it very clear." She never talked about vague standards, and numbers are often the most credible.

Qiaozheng thought to himself, then I will give you a Schrödinger exposure. Wear clothes that are ten centimeters below the collarbone and twenty centimeters above the knee.

"They're all women, why are you so unreasonable?" Qiao Zheng's two calves were rubbing against each other.

"Because this is my place, you have to listen to me." Yan Ze glanced at her, avoiding sensitive topics, and domineeringly explained with "my territory is up to me".

"Okay, that's the end of this topic, there is nothing else for now, I will add more if I have something."

"Then... Teacher Yan..."

Seeing her hesitant to speak, Yan Ze asked bluntly, "Say something quickly, I'm going to approve my homework."

"Ms. Yan, I can live for a year at most. I will save money, and I will move out after one year. If...if you have a...boyfriend within a year, you...you can tell me anytime, I Just go..." Qiao Zheng spoke more and more difficultly, even biting her own tongue, which hurt a lot.

"You don't have to worry about this, I won't look for it." Yan Ze said it casually, but in Qiao Zheng's ears, it was as solemn as a promise.

"When love comes, you can't stop it. At that time, you want to drive me away." Frowning, Qiao Zheng gently wiped her knees with her hands, looking more like a melancholy beauty.

Yan Ze was a little annoyed by what she said: "You never finish, and if I say no, I just don't."

"That's what you said." Qiao Zheng shot her a look, ran back to her room, closed the door, took off all her clothes, and changed into the white lace pajamas.

She turned around in front of the mirror, and the skirt floated up with her movements. The pajamas were loose-fitting and had no waist. If it was said to reveal a woman's curves, this sleepiness was not a good choice, but she couldn't If he wanted to, he would use strong medicine to let the sullen girl outside slowly adapt to it.

After Qiao Zheng went out, Yan Ze raised his head, his eyes were surprised.

Qiao Zheng noticed that Teacher Yan's eyes were drifting in sensitive areas after reading the above and looking at the bottom.

In fact, Yan Ze is just measuring the exposed length below the collarbone and above the knee.

"Come here." Yan Ze sat still.

Qiao Zheng giggled like a silver bell: "What...what are you doing..."

In the meantime, Teacher Yan took out a sharp and transparent object, which was a triangular ruler.

"Come here." Teacher Yan urged again.

Qiao Zheng moved over slowly, staring at the triangular ruler: "What are you doing?"

Yan Ze lowered his body, put the triangular ruler on her thigh, and kept adjusting the position, trying to keep the scale line perpendicular to the ground.

The [-]-degree angle of the ruler sank into the flesh, and there was a slight pain.

Looking up from the bottom, Yan Ze saw that Qiao Zheng's sense of shame had already exploded, but Teacher Yan was obviously taking the count very seriously!

"Nineteen point five centimeters."

Then there was a slap on the collarbone, and Qiao Zheng felt the wind blowing on his chest, which was chilly, and the large ruler was pressed against his chest.

"Nine o'clock...nine centimeters!" Yan Ze frowned, this is really Schrödinger's exposure!

"I didn't violate our rules, did I?" Qiao Zheng even pulled down her skirt, but her skirt wasn't tight enough.

"It's okay, then... then I'll take a shower first."

"Go." Teacher Yan also stood up, planning to go back to the study to approve the homework.

Although the bathroom is a place where adultery often occurs, Qiao Zheng really just takes a bath honestly and doesn't dare to mess with it. If Teacher Yan is kicked out on the first day after scaring Teacher Yan, it will not be worth the candle.

After washing, she put a towel on her hair and went to boil a pot of water. It was almost cold. She saw that the door of the study was not closed tightly, so she brought the water in.

Yan Ze glanced at her in surprise, and after a while said, "Thank you."

Qiao Zheng smiled shyly, turned around and left without saying a word.

Qiao Zheng didn't recognize the bed, the quilt and pillows here were very soft, her body sank down, wrapped in a warm quilt, it was very comfortable, and soon she fell asleep.

In addition to approving homework, Yan Ze also had to read the wrong question book. In the process, another death list was generated.

She couldn't tolerate that the questions in the wrong test book were still wrong. This kind of correction is completely putting the cart before the horse, but sometimes students are very perfunctory about correcting mistakes.

Sometimes I also add some past questions to my usual practice questions. Facts have proved that if you do a wrong question before, you will still be wrong if you do it again, and if you do a right question, you may also be wrong if you do it again.

Really short memory stuff.

She stretched her arms and tiptoed to wash up. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she went to Qiaozheng's room to check. The door was half open, the window was open, and the curtains were not drawn. There was a draft blowing in, and the curtains were raised high.

Qiao Zheng was breathing steadily. The quilt was draped over her arms, revealing a round and fair shoulder. She was already fast asleep.

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