Jinmu Qingli

There was a lot of noise around, and there was an exclamation in the classroom. Mu Qingli raised his head slightly, and looked at the person at the door of the classroom with half-closed eyes.A white shirt set off his silhouette perfectly, and he looked at the people who admired him gently with a half-smile, as if he was used to it.The slightly curly brown hair has a charming halo under the background of the sun.How can there be such a good-looking person in this world?Mu Qingli was stunned for a moment, then lay down to sleep again, this dimly lit classroom was full of voices, it was really annoying.

Yu Jinxian, who entered the classroom, glanced at Mu Qingli who was the only one who was sleeping out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a seemingly invisible arc. "I'm a new English teacher, Yu Jinxian, please take care of me in the future." The deep voice accompanied by the unique male magnetic voice charmed the whole classroom, so the whole building screamed excitedly Call!

"My God! How can there be such a nice voice!"

"And he's still so handsome! Comparable to Miyano Mamoru!"

"Mamoru Miyano may not be as handsome as him! His voice is even more charming than Takahiro Sakurai!"

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

All kinds of exclamations came one after another, but the person concerned had a gentle smile on his face, and Mu Qingli, who was awakened again, raised his heavy head and looked at the people in the classroom with resentful eyes, and once again impatiently looked at the people in the classroom. Look at someone on the podium.What a troublesome existence.

Mu Qingli always felt that everything around him was so unreal, he felt that he was always in a dream.The people on the stage were talking about grammar, their gentle smiles, handsome appearance, and elegant demeanor made all the students in Class [-], Grade [-], listen carefully, not even wanting to miss a single letter.Of course, Mu Qingli felt that this class was the most peaceful time he had ever slept in, and this new English teacher was not completely annoying.

Mu Qingli fell into a drowsy sleep in the deep and magnetic voice of Yu Jinxian, and the sunlight outside slanted in, like the farewell of summer and the harbinger of the arrival of autumn.In the first semester of the second year of high school, Mu Qingli obviously preferred to sleep.

"Warmsunshine, yoursleepingfaceasever, maytheyearsofquietgood" Yu Jinxian spoke English sentences, and glanced at someone who didn't listen, so presumptuous?A playful smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. "The eighth student in the second group, get up and answer the questions." Yu Jinxian put down the chalk, brushed her slender fingertips over her resolute chin, and looked gently at a sleeping person.

Mu Qingli was stabbed on the arm by her deskmate, and Lu Jian called Mu Qingli in a low voice: "Xiao Mu! Get up, the teacher is calling you!" Lu Jian anxiously called Mu Qingli, and from time to time she fell asleep while shaking her arms Mu Qingli.Mu Qingli slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the whole class was looking at him with an unknown meaning in their eyes. "It's great! You can talk to Yu Nanshen!" A certain girl envied. "Student, please repeat what I just said in English." Yu Jinxian looked at Mu Qingli coldly, and asked Mu Qingli a question in a teacher-like tone.

"Warmsunshine, yoursleepingfacesever, maytheyearsofquietgood, Xiaomu, that's it." Lu Jian reminded in a low voice.Immediately, Yu Jinxian shot him a stern look, as if reminding him to shut up now.Then he raised a harmless smile.

Mu Qingli thought about it in a daze, "Sunsetdusk, lonelyyourback, maytheyearsbehello" he said thoughtfully, Yu Jinxian looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly felt an urge to want.Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.Walking off the podium, Yu Jinxian stood in front of Mu Qingli, and the two stood opposite each other. Mu Qingli's height of 178 could only be looked up to Yu Jinxian's height of 190.Yu Jinxian picked up the unopened English textbook on the table and opened the first page, and found that he didn't write his name. It's been a week since the first semester of the second year of high school, and he didn't even write his name. How lazy?He smiled, "Write down your name." Then he threw the book to Mu Qingli who was standing and looking at him.

Mu Qingli took out a pen and scribbled his name on the brand new book.then. . .Yu Jinxian watched him write this, and said coldly: "I don't even write the name well. Although the question is answered correctly, after class, write the name a hundred times and give it to me. I will check it after school." Then turned around Go to the podium and pick up the chalk to continue the lecture.The classmates looked at him with sympathy and envy, and he was able to meet Teacher Yu alone after school. . . . ,

Mu Qingli once again experienced that this new teacher is not gentle, on the contrary, he is also domineering, shameless, and black-bellied.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, and it was only 30 seconds before the end of get out of class, but his one hundred times made him unable to sleep for the next two classes.