The music class was taken over again

Qiaozheng couldn't answer at all, because she choked on the compressed biscuits, her mouth was full of powder, and she swallowed desperately, as if she was choked.

"Look, you're so hungry," Yan Ze said in a warm voice with a bit of reproach, "Drink some water."

Qiaozheng pursed her mouth, nodded with tears in her eyes, biting the compressed biscuits like a hungry man, swallowing with difficulty.

She remembered that when she was a child, her grandpa taught her to write on the concrete floor with chalk. At the age of four or five, she clumsily wrote and drew on the ground with chalk, and gnawed a whole steamed bun with the other hand. When I was making buns, I suddenly felt that my mouth was full of powder, and the bitter taste spread through my mouth. Xiao Qiaozheng cried out loudly, and the chalk with spittle in his mouth fell to the ground.

This is so similar to the feeling of biting chalk at the beginning!

Teacher Yan was afraid that she would not be full, so she took out a box of compressed biscuits from the drawer, and said straightforwardly, "Eat it."

Qiao Zheng: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

I finally ate one piece, and there were still a lot of biscuit crumbs in my mouth, stuffed between the teeth, between the gums and the wall of the mouth, a little uncomfortable.

She took a gulp of water and swirled her tongue around in her mouth, trying to get the residue off her gums.

"Don't skip breakfast in the future, it's better to make it yourself, but considering you're lazy, you can eat the Wang's steamed buns downstairs, it's more hygienic there."

Qiaozheng wiped the corners of her eyes. Just now she burst into tears because she couldn't swallow the biscuits, but now there was a real surge of heat, and a layer of mist filled her eyes.

However, Teacher Yan didn't see that she was classifying the rest of the wrong test books into grades, and deciding how to punish according to the severity of the circumstances.

"Are you full? Go out when you're full." Yan Ze didn't look up.

Qiao Zheng felt like a masochist, and said, "I'm not full."

Yan Ze pushed a whole box of compressed biscuits in front of her: "Take it away."

Qiaozheng picked up the biscuit box, whispered into Teacher Yan's ear and said, "Then I'm leaving."

After returning, she wrote the year, month and date on the biscuit box, and there was a sentence "Gift from Teacher Yan".

She was lying on the table, holding the biscuit box, looking over and over like holding some artwork, her heart was full of the feelings of a little girl.

Suddenly feeling a dull pain in her lower abdomen, a burst of heat flowed down from her body, and Qiao Zheng woke up from the charming thoughts all at once.

She hurriedly rummaged through the drawers, rummaging through the hand cream, mascara, and lipstick in the drawers, but she couldn't find any sanitary napkins.

It's over, she's very anxious, and she has to go to class soon, how could she encounter such an embarrassing thing.

The pain in the lower abdomen became stronger, and her waist was so sore that she couldn't straighten herself up.

Standing up to see, the light blue skirt has been dyed a little red.

Qiao Zheng scratched her head irritably, and quickly called Teacher Yan.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ze's voice was cold, she was looking at her classmates' wrong question papers, and her mood was quite gloomy.

"Jianghu emergency, Jianghu emergency!" Qiao Zheng's voice was trembling.

"Say."

"A relative is here, you know."

"I don't have it here, I'll buy it for you." After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone.

Teacher Yan's efficiency is quite fast, and he knocked on the door soon.

Qiao Zheng quickly said thank you, and rushed to the bathroom while everyone was still in class and there was no one in the corridor.

She found that a large piece of her skirt was dyed, which was very dazzling, and she was a little embarrassed. She stammered and said, "Do you have any extra clothes? I can't go out like this."

Yan Ze frowned slightly: "No."

Qiaozheng grabbed her arm and begged, "Then go home and help me get a dark skirt, please. I have to go to class later, please."

Yan Ze's face moved slightly, his eyes became brighter than before: "Which class are you teaching later?"

Qiao Zheng didn't know what she was doing with this question, so she replied, "Class one, don't you also teach class one?"

The slyness on Yan Ze's face was fleeting, and her voice was faintly excited: "Then you stay in the office first, and I'll get it for you at noon. You see, it's not convenient for you to go out now, so don't go to class. I'm going to do math."

She spoke very fast, as if she was afraid that Qiao Zheng would regret it.

Qiao Zheng's eyes gradually widened, what a magical turn this is!

Teacher Yan cleverly occupied a music class. She was worried that her progress was too slow.

Yan Ze said, "Wait for me." After speaking, he went out.

Qiao Zheng didn't know what to sell in her gourd, so she had to wait with a full stomach.

After a while, Yan Ze came again, holding two teachers' uniform leave slips in his hand.

"Come on, sign it." Yan Ze said.

Qiao Zheng had no choice but to sign her name on the leave application form, and Yan Ze wrote "Yan Zezhun" in the bottom of it.

Qiao Zheng thought to herself, students, don't hate me, I was forced!

Master Miejue curled up his mouth and sent out the new review lesson plan, ignoring everyone's eyes and comments, and said solemnly: "Your teacher Qiao didn't come today because you asked for leave, let me teach you!"

The students all know that the culture class teacher will open his eyes and talk nonsense, why did Mr. Qiao ask for leave, and he saw Mr. Qiao this morning.

"Oh, I was taken over again..."

"I saw our teacher Qiao just now. This Mrs. Miejue takes up the class as soon as it is occupied. Can you be more open?"

Yan Ze narrowed his eyes, glanced at everyone, and said quietly: "Why? I don't believe it, I think I made up a reason to fool you, now, keep your eyes open for me to see if this is your teacher Qiao's leave note !"

Everyone has a look, black and white, clear and clear, the operation is really showy, you can't accept it.

Qiaozheng waited angrily in the office all morning, and finally made it to noon, so she hurriedly called Teacher Yan to remind her.

"Mr. Yan, are you done with get out of class? Go back and help me get my clothes!"

"Wait for me for 10 minutes."

Yan Ze immediately went back to look for clothes. The closet was empty yesterday, but after Qiao Zheng moved in, it immediately became crowded.

On the left are all kinds of woolen coats, down jackets, and autumn and summer clothes should be on the right. After opening the closet door, Teacher Yan saw a plastic storage box with a familiar piece of clothing inside, as if possessed by a demon. I couldn't move it away, as if someone controlled the eyeballs.

Her cheeks suddenly became hot, remembering that scene that day.

"Sin30 is equal to one-half, sin60 is equal to the root of half and three..." She memorized the formula silently for a while, trying to get those messy pictures out of her mind.

After frantically finding a black skirt, Teacher Yan closed the closet door with a click.

Qiao Zheng was still waiting, and Yan Ze arrived 15 minutes later.

Qiao Zheng stood up quickly, and before Yan Ze left, she took off her dirty skirt.

Yan Ze quickly turned around, with his back to her. Qiaozheng was delighted to find Teacher Yan's awkward look.

"Okay, you can turn around now." Qiao Zheng said with a smirk.

Teacher Yan turned around hesitantly.

At this time, Qiao Zheng just lifted the waist of the skirt from her straight buttocks.

Yan Ze was out of breath: "You..."

Qiao Zheng pretended not to know, and blinked her eyelashes mischievously like butterfly wings: "What's wrong with me?"

Yan Ze's face was flushed, and he looked like he had been molested, and he said nothing with a cold face.

"Ouch..." Qiao Zheng suddenly groaned softly, covering her lower abdomen, and she felt a puff of breath in her waist and abdomen.

It started to hurt again. Yan Ze was not nervous at first, thinking it was Qiao Zheng bluffing, this moan was also half-truth, and after a while, seeing her biting her lower lip tightly, it didn't look like she was pretending, so that's it. tense up.

"Let's go home," she said decisively.

After the pain eased for a while, Qiao Zheng stood up with her waist bowed, and Teacher Yan hurriedly supported her.

At the door, Qiao Zheng gently pushed her away: "It's okay, I can do it myself."

With so many classmates outside, she didn't want to attract attention by looking sick.

Fortunately, the way home is not far away, Qiaozheng has been standing upright, and the pain will be three or four hours each time, just bear it.

Just intermittently, my waist feels very uncomfortable all the time.

After returning home, Qiaozheng immediately slumped on the sofa and curled herself up, but the position of lying on her side immediately made her unbearable, and the lower abdomen falling to one side would only make the pain more intense.

"Don't stay here, go to bed and sleep."

Qiaozheng got off the ground and walked back to the bed slowly. She didn't dare to move too much, otherwise she would tear her stomach.

Teacher Yan blamed himself a little and said, "You shouldn't be allowed to eat compressed biscuits this morning. It would be nice if you had some hot ones."

Qiaozheng got into the quilt, lay flat, and asked, "Do you still have classes in the afternoon? Do you have to be on duty at night?"

"No, I don't need to be on duty." Teacher Yao answered whatever he asked.

Qiao Zheng wondered if you could hear my voice-over. Usually when people ask you this way, they don't want to know if you are free, but want you to stay with her.

Half a minute later, Teacher Yan finally woke up: "Go to sleep first, I'll go buy brown sugar water for you. I'll go back to school in the evening, and I'll be back in the evening."

There was a hint of relief in Qiao Zheng's painful expression, and she suddenly felt less uncomfortable.

She closed her eyes, and in a daze, a warm thing stuck to her lower abdomen. Qiaozheng didn't want to open her eyelids at this time, so she groped her stomach with her hands, except for a warm thing with fluff. Something, she also touched a hand with distinct knuckles, that hand was not warm, but she touched every inch of skin as if fascinated, the cool nails, the soft finger pulp, and the rough bump on the middle finger Cocoon... She held that hand and did not let go, she was very nostalgic.

After a while, she heard someone calling herself, the voice seemed to be filtered by cotton, the cold part was filtered out, and what was left was a call that touched people's hearts.

Her name became clearer and clearer. Qiao Zheng finally woke up. Teacher Yan was sitting in front of the bed holding a bone china cup. Qiao Zheng smelled ginger.

Leaning halfway on the bed, she sniffed the hot air, it smelled good.

She stared at Yan Ze, deliberately not stretching out her hand, just to see if this man could feed her.

Facts proved that Qiao Zheng had watched too many TV shows. Teacher Yan put the quilt on the bedside table and said, "Drink it."

Qiaozheng had no choice but to stretch out her hand obediently. The temperature was just right, neither cold nor hot. The brown sugar water slid down from the bottom, warming even her heart.

Now the pain in my stomach has been gone for a long time, but I am a little sleepy after sleeping for more than two hours, and I am reluctant to leave the big soft bed.

Qiao Zheng's voice was weaker than usual, like a gossamer: "Mr. Yan, I'm fine. Every time it hurts for a while, I just want to sleep, so I'll go to bed first."

"No, I haven't had dinner yet... Forget it, I'll call you later." Yan Ze watched her get back under the covers.

She didn't dare to cook, fearing that her skills would make Mr. Qiao, who had just recovered, sick again, so she simply cooked some porridge.

Qiao Zheng didn't want to bother her to bring the porridge again, so she took off her shoes and went to the kitchen.

"Is it better?" Yan Ze asked while busy.

"It's okay, I'm just sleepy." She yawned, sleeping in the afternoon is easy to make people sleepy and sleepy.

"I bought brown sugar cubes, you can drink it every day. I heard from others that it is very effective. You are so hurt every time, you should find a way to recuperate."

Qiaozheng felt like she was going to cry, what more could a wife ask for in such a life!She hurried to the bathroom to wipe her face, and combed her sleeping messy hair.

After dinner, she went back to sleep, and slept until dawn, without a dream all night.

Of course, Qiao Zheng, who was sleeping in the dark, didn't know that Teacher Yan had come to see her and took off her coat and put on her pajamas, and she didn't even know how much psychological barrier Teacher Yan had overcome after doing all this.

When Qiao Zheng woke up, she found that Teacher Yan was sitting on the head of the bed. Qiao Zheng got excited and sat up quickly.With a chill on her shoulders, she realized that what she was wearing was not yesterday's skirt and shirt, but that Schrödinger pajamas!Of course, the clothes can't be perfect, so I ran to her by myself, so... Teacher Yan, she...

Seeing her getting up in such a hurry, Yan Ze helped her shoulder with his hands.

Qiao Zheng was much more energetic than yesterday. She recollected every detail of how Teacher Yan took care of herself, and thought to herself that the saying that misfortune and fortune depend on each other is indeed true.

Just as Qiao Zheng was about to get out of bed, Yan Ze suddenly moved closer: "Are you going to get up?"

Qiao Zheng was suffocated by her watching, and her mind was confused again: "Is... ah? Today is Friday? No, Tuesday, right?"

Yan Ze glanced at her inexplicably, and answered solemnly: "Yes."

Qiaozheng hurriedly got up and put on her clothes: "I'm fine, it hurts like that every day, and I still have to go to class."

Teacher Yan pressed her hand forcefully: "Take my class, right? You're still on your menstrual period, so take a good rest. I'll go to math class. This is a leave note, please sign it."

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