After Escaping Marriage [GL]

The **** the left, with a single ponytail and a delicate face, looks like the monitor of class 7, but the same is true of the art committee member in Yu Qingtang's class and the study committee member of another class she teaches in class 9.

The boy on the right has wheat-colored skin, tall and tall, and the naughty boys in the back row are basically like this.

It is not ruled out that Cheng Zhanxi happened to meet the students who came to the office and called the teacher for them.

Yu Qingtang was silent for a moment, chose the safest way, and looked directly at Cheng Zhanxi, the only certain one, with a question in his eyes: "Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Li Lan and Wu Peng have an idea to share with you."

Yu Qingtang's expression moved slightly, and she gave her a deep look.

From this look, Cheng Zhanxi saw Yu Qingtang's intimacy with her that was different from ordinary people, and there was a tacit understanding that circulated between the two, and the corners of his lips rose slightly uncontrollably.

Yu Qingtang thought to himself: The teacher's words in the physical examination report were finally beneficial.

Confirming that the two were in his own class, Yu Qingtang closed the teaching staff book and looked up at the two students: "Come on, it's time to ring the bell for class."

Wu Peng took a step out quietly, and Li Lan noticed that his actions gave him half an inconspicuous white eye, and when he turned to face Yu Qingtang, he showed the maturity and steadiness of the squad leader, and said, "The autumn sports meeting will be held at the end of next month... "

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly interrupted her and said, "Wait."

The three looked at her at the same time.

Cheng Zhanxi put his index finger on the center of his lips, whispered "Shh", and said, "Let's talk quietly."

The office between classes is lively, with students coming and going from time to time, handing in homework, taking homework, standing at the desk and being criticized, there are many people. When Wen Zhihan was not there, the only two beautiful teachers in the office gathered together. That corner was brighter than other places, and students who came in and out always had to look here.

Li Lan followed her line of sight and looked around, understanding what she meant in seconds.

This brilliant idea of ​​hers cannot be leaked in advance.

The two exchanged a knowing look.

Sitting behind the desk, Yu Qingtang watched Cheng Zhanxi and Li Lan, except Wu Peng, walk around behind the desk, approached him, and stepped into her social distance.

Li Lan leaned on her waist and spoke to her in a low voice.

Yu Qingtang had to lean forward in coordination and bowed his head.

Wu Peng was in charge of looking out for the wind, and the boy's broad shoulders blocked most of the three who were whispering behind him.

Li Lan's clean and tidy blue and white school uniform has the fragrance of sunshine and fresh soap. The ponytail **** is neither too high nor too low. There are thin and soft fluff on the back of the neck. It looks very thin, but it can see the power of vigorous growth and exudes the breath of youth.

Yu Qingtang also found that her monitor had a mole on the tip of her nose, which added a touch of beauty.

Yu Qingtang closed her eyes gently and said, "You guys want to perform dance at the sports meeting, don't you?"

Li Lan was terrified at the time. These dozens of seconds were like years. After speaking, she immediately stepped back and almost asked Cheng Zhanxi to protect her.

Cheng Zhanxi put his hands on her shoulders from behind to stop her from stepping back, and pressed gently to comfort her. She felt that Yu Qingtang was not that scary. As Yu Qingtang's future person, she had to correct Teacher Yu's name.

Li Lan took advantage of Cheng Zhanxi's silent support, swallowed her saliva, and said with difficulty: "Yes, if the teacher thinks it is not good, we can change to another performance."

Yu Qingtang said indifferently: "Nothing is wrong, you are very thoughtful, and the seventh class is proud of you."

Li Lan was obviously praised, but Li Lan didn't feel excited at all.

She felt that Yu Qingtang was reading the preset lines without emotion, and she could not see any sincere praise in her eyes.

Some class teachers will be very close to class cadres. Li Lan has been the class leader since childhood. She likes to serve the class collectively, and wants to make her class better and fulfill her responsibilities. The head teacher of her junior high school is also a woman. The teacher occasionally touches her head when she praises her. Even if she doesn't touch her head, she can clearly feel her happiness.

Li Lan replied calmly, "Thank you, teacher."

Yu Qingtang: "Let Mr. Cheng record a video for you, can Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Zhanxi smiled brightly: "Of course you can, but you will have to hand it in next Monday."

Li Lan: "Yes."

The prep bell rang.

Li Lan and Wu Peng said "goodbye, teacher" and left the office. At the door, Li Lan glanced back. Cheng Zhanxi rested one hand on Yu Qingtang's table and was talking to Yu Qingtang, chatting and laughing easily.

She suddenly had an idea: it would be nice if Teacher Cheng was their head teacher.

Yu Qingtang picked up the headphones, looked up at Cheng Zhanxi who was still standing beside his desk, and asked with his eyes, "Is something wrong?"

Cheng Zhanxi returned to his seat, pushed the chair over, and placed it side by side with Yu Qingtang's office chair.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi sat in the chair, thinking it wasn't enough, he held onto the two armrests of Yu Qingtang's chair, and turned her around with the chair, facing her face to face.

Yu Qingtang's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Cheng Zhanxi first offered the death-free gold medal: "I'll tell you about the students."

Yu Qingtang backed the chair, separated a person's distance, and said, "You say it."

Cheng Zhanxi curled his lips secretly and said sternly: "First of all, I am not questioning your ability to be the head teacher, I am just making a small suggestion, can you give the students a little smile, so that they can also be encouraged, Li Lan should have wanted to see you smiling just now."

Yu Qingtang said coldly, "Who stipulated that the head teacher must laugh?"

"I'm not saying you have to, you can smile appropriately." Cheng Zhanxi's lips slowly curled up to show her.

S, M, I, L, E.

She pressed **** to the corners of her upturned lips and smiled, "Well, it's like this."

Yu Qingtang's expression became colder and colder.

If it wasn't for fear of affecting the relationship between the head teacher and the class teacher, she would have given her the phrase "nosy".

Cheng Zhanxi slowly retracted his smile, and said embarrassingly, "I have a suggestion. It doesn't matter if you don't smile, it's also very beautiful."

Yu Qingtang thought indifferently: What does this have to do with being good-looking? Does the head teacher need to look good?

Today is also the day when I want to seal Teacher Cheng's mouth with glue.

Cheng Zhanxi turned Yu Qingtang back, and moved the chair back to its original position.

Yu Qingtang looked at her blankly, and spit out a sentence: "Mr. Cheng, just take your own class well, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

Cheng Zhanxi froze for a few seconds, then pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Got it."

Yu Qingtang took out a pen from the pen holder, opened the cap, and the tip of the pen fell on the waste paper beside him, wrote a memorized seven rules, and cleared the image that was left in his mind just now.

In the next two classes, Zhan Xi didn't talk to Yu Qingtang again, didn't say hello after school, and left.

She also has a small temper!

If Yu Qingtang doesn't take the initiative to send a message to coax her tonight, she will ignore her until tomorrow morning! snort!

A swimming pool has been built in the community where Cheng Zhanxi lives. In summer, it is a paradise for children to play. Now it is early autumn, the heat has just dissipated, the cooling has not been too severe, and the sunset is warm.

Cheng Zhanxi was carrying the vegetables he bought from the supermarket. In the community, he met a little girl whose mother was holding a lifebuoy in her hand. The parent-child one-piece swimsuits on both of them were soaking wet. It looks like coming up from the pool.

Cheng Zhanxi said hello: "Xia Xia, Xia Xia's mother."

Xia Xia's mother raised her eyebrows with joy: "Mr. Cheng."

The little girl said sweetly, "Hello Aunt Cheng."

Xia Xia's mother: "I just came back from shopping? It's rich enough."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Yes, I want to make two good dishes to treat myself at night."

Xia Xia's mother: "what else are you doing? My house has stewed old duck soup, as well as braised pork and pork ribs with sauce. It's ready. Let's go and eat at my house."

Before Cheng Zhanxi could answer, Xia Xia's mother dragged her hand towards her house.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "you asked me to take the dishes home and put them in the refrigerator."

Xia Xia's mother: "Oh, take it back after eating, it won't go bad."

It is a coincidence that Cheng Zhanxi and this neighbor met.

If Cheng Zhanxi didn't see that the adult who was talking to Xia Xia at that time was wrong, and stepped forward to ask carefully, the child would have been kidnapped by the traffickers, in the playground not far from the community, who would have thought that the traffickers would be so rampant. After chatting, Xia Xia's mother looked back and saw Cheng Zhanxi holding her child standing in the same place.

The child didn't know what was going on at all, watching her mother, who was hugging her sobbing tightly, was at a loss.

Later, Cheng Zhanxi often received invitations to go to her house for dinner, which made Cheng Zhanxi unable to resist.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when he came out of the children's house. Cheng Zhanxi took out his mobile phone and glanced at it: Well, Yu Qingtang didn't send her a message.

Then just keep ignoring her.

Cheng Zhanxi went back to his home, put the dishes into the refrigerator by category, and made a phone call after taking a shower.

Didn't connect the first time.

Cheng Zhanxi went to the studio and received a call back an hour later.

The person on the phone seemed to have just experienced a vigorous exercise and panted, "Hello."

Cheng Zhanxi clicked his tongue and said, "It's only what time, is your life so rich?"

The other party said neatly: "Go away. The old lady is practicing dance."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Hahaha." She smiled a few times and immediately subsided, and said, "Can you give me a practice room version of the dance I asked you to compose for me?"

Cheng Zhanxi did not teach any existing dances on the Internet, but asked well-known choreographers to choreograph them - don't ask, ask is rich.

A friend said, "Okay, when will you want it, and how many people will it be? Are there any requirements for moving?"

Cheng Zhanxi said: "It is estimated that a lot of people will dance together. It is not convenient to walk, so I will just stand on the pile. But I need to walk. You design two versions, and now you don't need to line up. Prepare the people and equipment. I will go there on the weekend. Come and dance with you."

The friend said in surprise: "Are you going to debut? Do you want to form a group with me, I will disband the solo flight immediately."

Cheng Zhanxi: "The two of us don't form a group. Most of them are called girl groups. Last time I watched the show, you and the other group members cried while hugging each other, and the tears spilled on the spot, plastic sisters?"

A friend said, "I can't say that. The emotions at that time were real, and it was also real to want to fly solo. Alas, let's not talk about this, it's sad."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Okay, I'll go to your place on the weekend, meet and chat, I'm going to paint."

"I know the big painter, see you on the weekend, remember to be tight, I don't want to have an affair with you, you have a fiancée, you are different from us." Friends tsk tsk.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed and scolded: "Come on, don't worry."

She was too lazy to clarify one by one, anyway, the news of the divorce would be spread from her mother.

Cheng Zhanxi turned off the phone and put it in the living room outside.

The Italian art exhibition that Cheng Zhanxi is invited to participate in next month is a fairly well-known exhibition in the circle. She will bring a few works there. During the half year in Sicheng, she was inspired and created a lot to her satisfaction. s work. Especially after getting to know Yu Qingtang, it is like a spring, drawing late every day.

The sports meeting is at the end of the month, and she should be able to come back without any accident.

Cheng Zhanxi put on his apron and picked up the oil paintbrush. The distracting thoughts in his mind slowly faded away, leaving only the gradually colorful canvas in his eyes.

The air quality in Sicheng is very good. From the studio with a wide view, the dark blue curtain is dotted with twinkling stars.

It was silent in the middle of the night, with a few dog barks occasionally heard in the distance, and unknown insects chirping in the grass.

***

"Good morning...Ow." Cheng Zhanxi didn't step into the office until the second class in the morning, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and yawned a long time.

She sighed.

English teacher Yang Li smiled and said, "Did you become a thief last night?"

"I think so." Cheng Zhanxi swept across Yu Qingtang's empty desk, gritted his teeth slightly, "Be a heart thief." Let Yu Qingtang worry about her heart and dreams.

She put the book she brought on the table and lay down on it.

"Mr. Yang, I'll sleep for a while."

"OK."

Cheng Zhanxi slept until the bell rang after class, flipped through the book in his hand, and looked up at the door from time to time.

Yu Qingtang came in holding the book.

She is thin, wearing a black knee-length trench coat, and trousers of the same color. She has a beautiful face. The tear mole at the end of her left eye is magically connected to the raised eyeliner, which dilutes her pale skin and overly delicate facial features. The feeling of weakness, instead, is cold and alienated, giving people an inviolable arrogance and abstinence.

Cheng Zhanxi stared at her intently, pink flowers blooming one after another on the top of his heart.

"Good morning, Teacher Yu." She propped her chin and watched as Yu Qingtang approached step by step, every step seemed to be stepping on her heartbeat.

Yu Qingtang looked back at the sun outside the window and nodded lightly: "Good morning."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Yu Qingtang frowned invisibly, paused for two seconds, and said politely, "It's okay."

"I didn't sleep well."

Cheng Zhanxi looked straight at her.

Yu Qingtang looked slightly startled.

Cheng Zhanxi felt that Yu Qingtang was a bit like a friend and a straight boyfriend she had complained about at the moment, and she had no idea what the hidden meaning of her words was.

Forget it, be generous.

Cheng Zhanxi unilaterally announced that he had forgiven Yu Qingtang and reconciled.

"It's nothing." She said with a smile, "It's been hard work in class."

Yu Qingtang: "... um."

She stayed quietly in her seat, took out her earphones from her pocket and listened to the song.

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mr. Yu, did you listen to the jazz I recommended to you last time?"

Yu Qingtang thought for a second and replied, "Listen."

"Does it sound good?"

"Not my type." Yu Qingtang's voice was light.

Changing to ordinary people may stop Amway, or block Amway from now on, but Cheng Zhanxi is not an ordinary person, she then asked, "What do you like? Are you interested in classical, folk, hip-hop, and rock?"

"..." Yu Qingtang said, "I don't like it either."

"Then what do you listen to every day?"

Yu Qingtang was silent for a few seconds, then calmly lowered his head and opened the book: "Listen."

She always clicked on any music station on the homepage and listened to it from the first song down, regardless of what she sang.

Cheng Zhanxi muttered, "You're really not interested in anything."

She propped her cheek with one hand and looked at Yu Qingtang thoughtfully.

Yu Qingtang didn't ask her what she was thinking, she put the earphones in her ears, and happened to hear a random piece of jazz.

Yu Qingtang maintained the same posture as before, turning a page of the book under her hand, but not a word entered her eyes.

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