After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Yu Qingtang's classes are concentrated in the morning. She is usually in the office in the afternoon. Not long after Cheng Zhanxi went out, she simply tidied up her desk and followed her out of the office.

The rest of the teachers in the office looked at each other, and immediately began to discuss—

Two days ago, I thanked Cheng Zhanxi's most gossip girl teacher and said, "Are they two dating someone? Right? Right?"

Physics teacher: "Oh, my son is out of play, why wasn't he born ten years earlier! He's only in junior high school now! I'm so mad!"

The male biology teacher said faintly: "My daughter was born ten years earlier, do you think it would be useful? If I were Teacher Cheng, I would also choose Teacher Yu as beautiful. I blame her mother and I for not passing on a good look to my daughter. "

The eldest chemistry teacher squinted his small eyes behind his lenses and said in a deep voice, "You young people, listening to the wind is like rain."

The physics teacher said to him, "Then tell me?"

The two biology teachers booed in the audience: "Talk, talk." "I'll talk about it." The chemistry teacher, an unofficial unknown self-appointed non-staff member of Deyun Society, looked around, picked up a pen as a microphone, and smiled with a smile. Said, "I think it's a bit of a stroke."

Several teachers agreed and said, "You are always right."

…

The physical education class of Class 7 is still as happy as a fairy.

Those who have dance skills have already practiced very well, and they probably worked hard in private. Cheng Zhanxi doesn't really need to dance in front of her anymore, but she still dances with the students and plays an exemplary role.

The students, panting after a few jumps, begged for a break. Cheng Zhanxi's face was ruddy and her breath was a little faster, but it seemed that she became more and more dazzling.

Wu Peng, the sports committee, brought a few boys to move the mat beforehand. Now everyone sits on the mat and rests, blowing a cool breeze.

Cheng Zhanxi faced them, sitting on a separate pony, with both hands on his knees.

The shirt is taut, and the lines of the shoulders and arms are sharper because of the bent elbows.

Tong Feifei raised her hand.

Cheng Zhanxi narrowed his eyes lazily: "Speak."

Tong Feifei's eyes were shining, and she asked the question that the whole class wanted to know: "Teacher, do you have abdominal muscles?"

Teacher Cheng replied casually, "Yes."

All the students: "Wow!"

Tong Feifei shook her excitedly and continued, "Can you touch me?"

Without waiting for Cheng Zhanxi to answer, the other girls scrambled: "I want it too! I want it too! You can't just spoil Tong Feifei, you can get the rain and the dew!"

Cheng Zhanxi looked at this group of girls who could not be called hungry wolves or satyrs, and was stunned inwardly.

She would only agree to this kind of request unless her brain was kicked by a donkey, not to mention she was a teacher, and she couldn't let the students cross the line and lose respect for her. Even if she wasn't, she would lose her abdominal muscles when so many wolves rushed up, so what would she use to lure Yu Qingtang.

Cheng Zhanxi frowned invisibly. Just as he was about to refuse, he found a familiar thin figure standing under the big tree not far from the entrance of the playground. He immediately stretched his brows and smiled brightly, better than Chunhua.

"Mr. Yu!" She shouted under the tree, standing up and waving at the same time.

Class 7 students turned their heads to look: "!!"

The head teacher is haunted, don't come here! !

Yu Qingtang came forward anyway, looking at Cheng Zhanxi indifferently: "Is something wrong?"

Cheng Zhanxi said solemnly: "It's like this. The classmates asked me if I had abdominal muscles, and I said yes. They wanted to touch my abdominal muscles, and I didn't think it was appropriate. But I was afraid that they would say that I lied, but they said I did. , so I want to ask Teacher Yu to give me a proof."

Yu Qingtang asked, "How to prove it?"

A hint of slyness flashed in Cheng Zhanxi's eyes, Yu Qingtang's intuition was not good, but it was too late.

It was too late to speak, and Cheng Zhanxi folded the hem of his shirt up with one hand, while the other hand grabbed Yu Qingtang's hand, clasped the back of his hand and pressed it tightly.

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Cheng Zhanxi: I only need one queen! Queen, don't you think so?

Queen Yu Qingtang: (the brain is blank)