The music class was taken over again

The handwriting of the carbon pen is difficult to clean, but fortunately it is only written on the corner.

At first, Qiao Zheng didn't mention this matter, but after a few days, she discovered that Teacher Yan had written formulas even more, and the quilt was folded every day, but the bed sheets were brutally murdered.

Qiaozheng took a look that day and found a lot more content. This time, in addition to various checking vertical formulas, equations, and derivatives, there is also a mysterious cube. There are many line segments between the eight vertices. With all kinds of unintelligible numbers and letters.

Qiao Zheng raised her eyebrows, took pictures, and left evidence. Tonight, I will take the photos and ask the director to write a [-]-word review!

Yan Ze walked into Qiao Zheng's dream more and more frequently. During her afternoon nap, Qiao Zheng dreamed that she was the principal, but along with having rights, she also had a big greasy belly and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses .

When the new official took office, Qiao Zheng set fire to the campus with a big belly.

I heard that in the third year of high school, there was a domineering and cool director who was very dissatisfied with her appointment. Well, I, Principal Qiao, will go to rectify the school spirit today!

Qiao Zheng came to the teaching building. With her hands behind her back and a calm face on her face, she kicked on the door of the director's office. The door was torn apart immediately, and Principal Qiao appeared on the stage domineeringly.

She squinted her eyes and looked playfully at the lair of the villain Director Yan. There was a bed sheet hanging from the ceiling, a bed sheet stuck to the walls around, a bed sheet on the floor, and a bed sheet dropped to the ground on the desk. , Even the curtains are made of bed sheets. These sheets have no patterns, but there are many formulas written on them, and various graphics are drawn.

At this time, Director Yan, who had sculpted eyebrows and handsome eyes, was drawing a three-dimensional coordinate axis on the bed sheet hanging on the wall with a gel pen. The door was kicked open and there was a huge vibration, which did not affect her at all.

The veins on Principal Qiao's forehead were throbbing. Today, she is going to clean up this cunning who ruins the bed sheets and disturbs the order of the campus!

"Come on!" Principal Qiao shouted.

But no one answered. At this time, Director Yan stopped what he was doing, and twirled skillfully and leisurely with a gel pen in his hand, looking sideways at Principal Qiao, with a hidden knife in his smile.

Principal Qiao frowned, and shouted with all his strength: "This principal orders you! Wash these sheets for me now. I understand that you wash them by hand. How did you stain them before? Now use your sheets. Hands stained with sin, return them green and white, don’t use washing machine, don’t use laundry detergent, and don’t use bleach! Hear—see—did you!”

Shouting at the top of her lungs, Qiao Zheng began to crazily tear the sheets hanging on the wall. When she was venting her anger, a pair of cold hands grabbed her wrists. Her strength was so great that it was like a pair of iron cuffs. Controlling herself, Qiaozheng glared at her: "Let go of me, principal, are you going to force the palace!"

Suddenly her voice became lingering and sweet like a slut, because the traitor in front of her pinched her waist.

Qiaozheng's throat was a little swollen, and the numbness in her waist quickly spread to her whole body. She fell into Teacher Yan's arms, her eyes were covered with mist, and her mind was a little unclear.

The vision blurred by tears was almost filled with Director Yan's face, Principal Qiao could see a sinister smile on her pale face, and a blunt sarcasm in her eyes.

"I'm the principal, do you know the consequences of angering me!" Qiao Zheng struggled to maintain her vulnerable majesty, Director Yan's hand stroked lightly again, and her legs instantly became cooked. noodles.

Only then did Qiao Zheng realize that she was half lying in the arms of this traitor, very ambiguous, just like the domineering president and Cinderella, the evil prince and the pretty princess, the underworld young master and the savage girl in the novel.

I'm the principal, I'm the principal, I'm the principal, Qiao Zheng yelled three times in her heart, and suddenly twisted Yan Ze's wrist, trying to turn her back on the guest. After a while of upside down, she found that her position was even weirder. She was pressed by this traitor on the desk!

The pressure on his body was like a heavy iron block. Principal Qiao felt more and more stuffy, almost unable to breathe. Even so, Principal Qiao still gritted his teeth like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang and squeezed out a few syllables: "I... ……headmaster……"

The headmaster's turning over couldn't hold back the bold teacher Yan at all, and suddenly a pair of warm lips pressed against Qiao Zheng's ear, with a bit of ruthlessness in his gentleness: "So what if you're the headmaster?"

With tears in her eyes, Qiao Zheng became more and more difficult to speak: "How dare you not listen to me!"

The soft lips moved closer, already touching his ears: "I just won't listen, what can you do with me, I want you to join me in making these sheets more beautiful."

Qiao Zheng was about to bite the crafty wrist. At this time, the dream was interrupted. When she woke up, Qiao Zheng found herself biting hard with a piece of quilt in her mouth.

She buried her face in the pillow, what kind of shameful dream is this? If I had known that Teacher Yan in the dream was so hot and crazy, then what kind of chaste principal Qiao would she be? Hurry up and throw yourself into my arms and play in the office** *ah.

But dreams are just dreams after all. When people wake up, they often regret what they did in the dream, but the she in the dream is not her, and the self in the dream is not the real self.

More than half of the first semester of the third year of high school has passed, and it can be seen from the time when Teacher Yan comes home that the review is getting more and more intense.

In the past few days on weekdays, Qiao Zheng basically waited until after ten o'clock for Yan Ze to come back, and today was no exception.

"Teacher Yan." Qiao Zheng was wearing the mature and sexy pajamas from yesterday, with her arms folded and her eyes sparkling.

When Yan Ze brought it to the door, she was very tired at first, but when she saw Qiao Zheng's shining skin and the thin strap on her shoulders, she was inexplicably excited.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ze looked at her suspiciously, the girl wanted to ask herself something.

Qiaozheng suddenly pulled her wrist and dragged her to the bedroom. Yan Ze didn't know what Qiaozheng was going to do, so he followed behind with question marks.

Qiao Zheng grabbed her bed sheet: "Look at what you did, why did you write on it, how did you wash it off."

Teacher Yan was still in a dream, muttering: "Did I write this?"

Qiaozheng couldn't laugh or cry: "You don't have sleepwalking, do you? It's the kind that gets up to do math problems."

Teacher Yan stroked the bed sheet full of numbers with her hand, that was her handwriting.

She smiled easily: "Maybe I read a book last night and didn't pay attention."

"Then what to do with this, how to wash it?"

Teacher Yan also felt that the matter was serious: "Don't wash it."

"..."

"If it's a big deal, throw it away."

Qiao Zheng is convinced, you have money and you are self-willed.

The cold snap is coming, and the small town is getting colder every day. The trees in the north are all deciduous trees, and now basically only the bare trunks are left. Change.

If Yan Ze left home at six o'clock, the sky would be dark, and a few residual stars could be seen, but Teacher Yan was walking on the road, but found that there were more and more day students coming to school at this hour.

Even though they are not from her own class, Teacher Yan feels relieved.

It was cold outside, but the classroom was very warm. The students who came were basically reciting words, reciting words, and reciting classical Chinese.

"If I try to think about it all day long, it is not as good as learning it in a moment. If I try to look at it, it is not as good as what I learned when I climbed a high..."

"There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun, Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is..."

"Sunset clouds and solitary ducks fly together, the autumn waters share the same color of the sky, the fishing boat sings late, and the sound of the poor pengli shore..."

"Osmanthus and blue oars, hit the sky and trace the light..."

Yan Ze paced slowly in the class, observing everyone's status.

"Which is used to guide non-restrictive attributive clauses, which is used directly after the preposition as an object, the antecedent is the following indefinite pronouns or is modified by them, that is used, and when the relationship is used as a predicate in an attributive clause, that is usually used..."

Yan Ze unexpectedly discovered that Wang Chuan came so early, but the worms who get up early may not be eaten by worms. Wang Chuan's review method may not make progress when Qin Shihuang and Pan Jinlian fall in love.

Snapped!

Wang Chuan was being babbled by grammar, and he was hit on the back suddenly, his soul was almost knocked out, and his eyes were fixed.

"Wang Chuan."

Hearing this cold voice, even though his soul was still out of his body, Wang Chuan stood up reflexively.

"Tell me, what is the predicament?"

Wang Chuan's face turned pale, as if he was being interrogated, dripping with cold sweat, and kept chanting over and over again: "Expository language...predicative language..."

"You don't even know the dialect and you're still reciting farts! You've been babbling here for a long time, is it efficient? You might as well sleep at home!"

Wang Chuan was very depressed, and was poured cold water by the head teacher on the first day he worked hard.

"Let me ask you again, what is a restrictive attributive clause?"

Wang Chuan's face had turned pale, and he laughed dryly: "Hehehe, that's...that's..."

In his haste, he thought to himself, the head teacher is a math teacher, not an English teacher, it would be nice if he could know a few words, not to mention the advanced grammar, it’s just a matter of getting confused, and he started talking nonsense: "Restrictive attributive clauses It's just... a subordinate clause with an antecedent."

Wang Chuan looked at the teacher, Yan Ze squinted his eyes and smiled, Wang Chuan thought he had escaped, and was about to sit down when Teacher Yan suddenly picked up his English book and slapped it hard on the table.

"You're fooling me! Let me tell you, Wang Chuan, when I passed the fourth and sixth grades, you couldn't even speak Chinese well!"