After Escaping Marriage [GL]

This time, the rabbits rose and falcons fell, and there was a burst of exclamations among the seventh class students.

"Wow!"

"Ahhh!"

The eyes of a few of the girls were extraordinarily wide, not blinking, even brighter than eye drops.

Mathematical class representative Lian Yabing: I've had it, I've had it!

The cool breeze was blowing under the tree, and the sunlight leaking from the tree cracks clearly illuminated the tiny fluff on Cheng Zhanxi's face.

Yu Qingtang looked at the woman's beautiful brown eyes, and was stunned for half a second before she felt the hot body temperature coming from her palm through the thin shirt fabric.

Women and men are inherently different, because men’s body fat rate is easy to reduce, so it is often seen that the abdominal muscles of men showing abdominal muscles are blocky, six or eight, with clear blocks, as hard as bricks. Women are different, she is soft, not so stubborn, and even the lines have a subtle beauty.

But that kind of softness is not completely soft, but flat and firm, with a unique real feeling of muscles, which means that you can clearly feel the terrible explosive force contained in it.

Yu Qingtang recalled the scene in the video. If I had to describe it, it was like the soft sword described in martial arts novels, "bend it hard like a hook, straighten it with a sound, and straighten it like a string", the sword body is as soft as silk, At the critical moment, he can easily take people's heads cleanly and easily. She is soft around her fingers, and she is also a steel maker.

Cheng Zhanxi instead grabbed her wrist upwards and took a shallow breath.

Her abdomen is also breathing, and every cell has a vigorous vitality. The lines of the linear abdominal muscles are looming, rising and falling slowly and peacefully under her palm, and it is gentle and inclusive like water.

It's...a wonderful feeling.

Yu Qingtang had never been in such close contact with a person's body, even a woman like her.

There is also a big difference between people. Yu Qingtang's nose was lingering with the scent of green grass from her body, and she suddenly lost her mind for a short time—Mr. Cheng seems to have changed her perfume? Or was it contaminated by the wind blowing in the playground?

She just saw her dancing and sweating, why can't she smell sweat?

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly took a breath and held his breath.

The lines under Yu Qingtang's palm were sharp and clear, and the already hot body temperature was even more frighteningly high, Yu Qingtang retracted his hand like an electric shock, and took a half step back.

There was a slight echo in the ear, which seemed to be the echo produced by his heavy breathing, and the eardrum was buzzing.

Yu Qingtang's heart beat fast, and the thin white knuckles hanging beside him twitched involuntarily. She calmed down for two seconds, covered the confusion in her eyes, and looked at Cheng Zhanxi with a calm expression.

But there was a trace of anger that Cheng Zhanxi deliberately played tricks on her.

Cheng Zhanxi grinned: "Mr. Yu has been feeling it for so long, what do you think? Can you prove it to the students?"

Yu Qingtang's eyes moved slightly, remembering how distracted she was just now, and completely forgetting the time and where she was, so she made a mistake first, and Teacher Cheng reminded her in this way?

Yu Qingtang, who was good at self-examination, immediately attributed the fault to himself.

Yu Qingtang turned to face the students, and said indifferently, "Yes, and..." She originally wanted to objectively describe how good the hand feels, but she felt that it was not suitable for the students, so she rearranged her words, "I practiced very well."

Students: "Ahhhh!!"

I envy the head teacher.

Cheng Zhanxi tidied up his shirt, and was very calm to this accustomed compliment.

A circle of fireworks has been set in my heart, and a fire tree and silver flowers are blown up.

In fact, her thought at that moment was to want Yu Qingtang to have direct contact with her, so she folded her shirt up, but when so many students came, such a reckless behavior and all eyes on them brought a bad head to the students. She is a human being now. Teacher Biao, always pay attention to the norms of behavior; secondly, Yu Qingtang is reserved and restrained, and over-medicating may be counterproductive, and now it is just right; thirdly, she has just finished exercising, and her waist and abdomen are still sweating, wet and sticky , is not suitable to be Yu Qingtang's precious first intimate contact.

You said that night? It wasn't that night, when Yu Qingtang couldn't control her most, she just wrapped her arms tightly around her shoulders.

So in the end, she just rolled up the long hem, straightened it, and put her hand on it.

Yu Qingtang nodded lightly to Cheng Zhanxi: "Mr. Cheng, let's go to class, I'll..."

Cheng Zhanxi interrupted her, looking annoyed, and said, "Is there something important for Mr. Yu to come to the playground? Did I cause you trouble?"

"..." Yu Qingtang said, "No."

She just came to see her class, and she didn't expect to be pulled over to make such a proof.

Yu Qingtang paused, glanced at the students in Class 7 sitting on the mat, and said solemnly, "I'll see if their attitude in class is serious." It was mainly Cheng Zhanxi's attitude.

The seven classmates looked at each other as if struck by lightning.

No! Why don't we even let go of gym class, we are still a bunch of kids!

Cheng Zhanxi was elated.

Well, no more explanation! I know you secretly came to the playground to see me under the pretext of caring about the students!

After being separated for so long, Yu Qingtang couldn't bear the longing anymore, what kind of coldness on the outside, clingy and cute on the inside!

Cheng Zhanxi's heart rate rose wildly today.

Cheng Zhanxi squeezed the corners of her lips that could not help but betrayed, but the joy in her eyes betrayed her. She diligently gave up her pony and said, "Mr. Yu, sit and watch."

Yu Qingtang declined: "No need, I'll just stand."

"Anyway, I won't sit anymore, it's empty, so just sit down." Cheng Zhanxi faced her, put his hands on Yu Qingtang's shoulders, and couldn't help but press her on the horse, coaxing the child's tone, He said softly, "Sit down and don't move."

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Strange to say, she just sat down obediently and didn't move.

There was a gasp of breath from the students in Class 7.

Teacher Cheng actually took care of the head teacher! It is indeed a top-notch process! There are two brushes!

Lian Yabing screamed silently and fell into the arms of the same table.

Immortal love, her CP is real!

She patted her head at the same table and motioned her to restrain herself in front of the Lord.

Lian Yabing raised her eyes and found that Yu Qingtang's quiet black eyes were looking towards her, agitated, she immediately sat upright and looked straight ahead.

After the intermission, Cheng Zhanxi continued to lead the students to practice dancing.

Yu Qingtang watched for a while, said hello to Cheng Zhanxi, and left.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her back, stretched her neck, and kept her eyes fixed. If there was a big flood, she could turn into Wangfushi in place.

Until Yu Qingtang disappeared, Cheng Zhanxi turned around and heard a few muffled laughter from among the students.

Among them is Tong Feifei, who is always on the front line of eating melons.

Tong Feifei asked: "Teacher, do you have a partner?"

Cheng Zhanxi's mind was full of alarm bells, and he said alertly, "Why are you asking this?"

Tong Feifei said with a smile: "You just saw Teacher Yu leaving, as if you liked her."

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her without speaking, her eyes were slightly heavy, and her expression became a little serious.

Tong Feifei lowered her head.

The other students also put away their expressions of watching the excitement and lowered their eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi felt that it was almost the same. After all, she was not a strict teacher, and she couldn't pretend, so she softened her tone and clapped her hands: "There are ten minutes before get out of class. Come, let's dance twice."

Before get out of class ended, Cheng Zhanxi told the students some bad news.

"It's like this. The teacher has some personal matters to deal with, so I asked the school for a two-week leave. In the next two weeks of classes, there will be other teachers who will substitute for the class. Everyone should respect the substitute teacher."

"Ah..." The shoulders of the whole class collapsed immediately, and the mourning came one after another.

"Teacher Sa, we miss you."

"I can't bear you either, I'll be back when I'm done."

"But the sports meeting will be held at the end of this month. Can you come back before the sports meeting?" Tong Feifei asked anxiously.

"I'll try my best." Cheng Zhanxi's plan is okay, but the plan can't keep up with the changes. It's not impossible if there is an extra itinerary at the art exhibition. She doesn't vouch for something that can't necessarily be done.

The classmates looked at her eagerly.

Cheng Zhanxi said the same thing again: "I'll try my best." She smiled and said, "Even if I can't get back in time, you have to compete well, and I'll wait to see your awards. Anyone who has signed up now, report to What project?"

The students answered feebly.

Cheng Zhanxi clapped his hands: "I'm all cheered up, it's not like I'm not coming back, the teacher is away, can you give me some blessings?"

"Bon Voyage!"

"Peace!"

"Everything went well."

Someone in the murky waters said "Shoubi Nanshan", Cheng Zhanxi said "Huh?" and laughed: "Who said Shoubi Nanshan, I haven't reached the age where I need to bless longevity. When I look back, I will ask the language teacher to let you copy the words and explain them a hundred times.”

Amid the laughter, the PE get out of class rang the bell.

As long as the week comes to Thursday, after half of it, the week goes by very fast.

Before school on Friday, Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang confirmed the place to eat at noon tomorrow, called Yunmengzhai. It is a private restaurant specializing in antiques and small bridges and flowing water. The environment is quiet and elegant, and it is considered a mid-range local consumption level.

Yu Qingtang searched the Internet for the location, and it turned out that it was far from the ancient town in the old city.

She went outside the corridor to call Fang Wenjiao and said she would not go home until tomorrow.

Cheng Zhanxi propped her chin up, sat behind her desk, and looked at her profile from the window. Yu Qingtang was as unhappy as ever, and she couldn't tell that she was on the phone with her family.

Of course, Cheng Zhanxi guessed this phone call with his family, or maybe not.

"Have you talked to the family?" After Yu Qingtang came in, she asked casually.

Yu Qingtang said calmly, "Yeah." She sat back in her office.

Cheng Zhanxi covered the slightly surprised open mouth with his palm, it turned out to be really family.

Last Mid-Autumn Festival, she also took the bus back in the middle of the night. Regarding Yu Qingtang's family background, Cheng Zhanxi has always been uncertain, saying that she has money, so she wears ordinary clothes, and that she has no money to open the presidential suite that night with a big wave of her hand, but as a native, she has a scooter at home. There should be.

Why didn't you drive her so late and let her take the bus alone?

Bad family relations, or…

Yu Qingtang looked up at her, Cheng Zhanxi smiled at her, looked away, and sighed slightly in her heart.

Hope the truth is not what she thought.

Yu Qingtang returned home in the evening and went to the official website of Sicheng Art Museum again, but was taken aback when he saw the location displayed on the page.

She hadn't been to the art gallery for a long time. When she checked the map in the afternoon, she didn't notice that Yunmengzhai and the art gallery were in the same area, and the walking distance was only a few hundred meters.

Yu Qingtang added one item to the plan: after lunch, he went to the art gallery to see the art exhibition.

On the weekends, the sky is beautiful, the autumn wind is cool, the temperature is neither high nor low, and the sky is blue and boundless, which is suitable for the season of love.

Cheng Zhanxi dressed up and arrived at Yunmengzhai half an hour earlier.

During the waiting time, she kept fantasizing about what Yu Qingtang would wear today, whether she would change into a plain and light long dress like the previous two meetings at the bar.

Ten minutes before the appointed time, Yu Qingtang appeared in her sight.

Black knee-length trench coat, black jeans wrapping straight and slender legs, Martin boots, with delicate but indifferent eyebrows of.

Cheng Zhanxi stood up with a slight smile, walked around to her side, and gently opened the chair for her.

"Thank you." Yu Qingtang nodded politely.

Cheng Zhanxi returned to the opposite side and took a seat, and handed her the menu: "Let's see what you want to eat?"

Yu Qingtang didn't answer, and stated: "It's me who invited you to dinner."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "Almost."

The waiter took a new menu from the table next to him and bowed slightly, "We still have a menu here, you can order together."

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

You talk too much.

Cheng Zhanxi nodded at the menu in front of him and said, "What's your signature dish here?"

The waiter introduced them to the dishes neatly. Cheng Zhanxi leaned forward slightly and asked Yu Qingtang in a soft voice if he had any taboos, and Yu Qingtang shook his head. She usually eats casually, not picky eaters.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "I'm not picky eaters either."

Yu Qingtang didn't know why she suddenly looked at him and said this, but instinctively replied um.

At the same time, a somewhat unexpected thought passed by: a young lady as pampered as she is, she is not a picky eater?

Yu Qingtang no longer expects to take the initiative back from her, and after a while she goes to the front desk to check out, even if it is a treat.

After ordering the dishes, there is one main meal left.

Cheng Zhanxi scanned the menu and asked Yu Qingtang, a local, "Which one do you want to choose?"

Yu Qingtang didn't hesitate, and said, "Wimi."

Black rice is one of the characteristics of Jiangnan. Cheng Zhanxi has never eaten it. After he came up, he put it in a small bowl. The entrance was wet and sticky, soft and delicious.

"How is this done?" she asked Yu Qingtang, who was sitting opposite.

Yu Qingtang had never done this at home, and was stopped when she was asked, "...I don't know." She looked at Cheng Zhanxi's eager eyes and wanted to answer her, but her mind got stuck for some reason, and said, "Using Umi Steam it."

Cheng Zhanxi was silent.

Yu Qingtang fell silent.

Afterwards, Cheng Zhanxi burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha." She put down her chopsticks, covered her mouth with a tissue, showing a pair of crooked smiling eyes, and said, "I'm sorry."

Yu Qingtang was a little embarrassed: "...It's okay."

Cheng Zhanxi respected her thoughtfully, and then asked curiously, "What kind of rice is Umi? Does the supermarket sell it?"

Yu Qingtang said: "It seems that there is a kind of vacuum packaging."

"I'll go back and buy a little and study how to do it."

"You cook by yourself?"

"Isn't it like?" Cheng Zhanxi said with a smile.

"...No." Yu Qingtang pursed her lips, her impression of the eldest lady changed a little, and said, "It's very troublesome to cook."

"I don't like the preparatory work of washing and chopping vegetables, but I like cooking. Watching the ingredients turn into the way I want is a sense of accomplishment, just like creation. Life is very interesting, Sometimes it's just the lack of a pair of eyes for discovery." Cheng Chicken Soup player Zhan Xi went online.

Yu Qingtang tilted her head and said, "What if your cooking skills are not good?"

Cheng Zhanxi stopped.

Her shriveled expression was so wonderful, Yu Qingtang's eyes were slightly bent, and she lowered her head to drink the soup in disguise.

"Yu Qingtang."

Cheng Zhanxi called her by name and surname, complaining a little bit of dissatisfaction, but her voice was sweet and soft, and she seemed to be coquettish.

Yu Qingtang's breathing stagnated for no reason, as if her heart suddenly skipped a beat, her fair knuckles holding the porcelain spoon clenched tightly, and she slowly raised her eyes, without speaking, only using her eyes to ask questions.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed quickly and said, "It's okay, I'll call you."

"Let's call Mr. Yu." Yu Qingtang paused for two seconds and said.

Cheng Zhanxi blinked: "Why?"

Yu Qingtang said, "I'm used to it."

"But we're not at school, isn't it weird that teachers always come and go?"

"Will not."

"Then I'll call your name, you can call my name or Teacher Cheng whatever you want."

"..." Yu Qingtang couldn't object to her calling her name, so she had to acquiesce.

Teacher Cheng is not only capable of doing anything, but he is also the No.

Yu Qingtang had nothing to do with her, and only hoped that the lunch would end soon.

Cheng Zhanxi ate the last mouthful of black rice, and there was not a single grain left. It could be seen that he really liked it. Yu Qingtang picked up the teapot on the table and refilled her a cup of tea. After she finished drinking, after a while, she went to the front desk to settle the bill.

Now it's all electronic payment, Yu Qingtang swiped the payment code on her mobile phone, took the receipt, and walked out of Yunmengzhai's door with Cheng Zhanxi who was standing behind her.

At the door of the restaurant, Yu Qingtang politely said goodbye: "Mr. Cheng, then we are here..."

Cheng Zhanxi interrupted her and said, "I'm tired of eating. Can Teacher Yu accompany me for a walk to digest food? It's not long, just ten minutes, and we'll be separated then."

Yu Qingtang: "Where's your car?"

"There was a small problem and it was sent for repair. I didn't ride the bike yesterday, didn't you find it?"

"…"

"…"

For this play, Cheng Zhanxi did not hesitate to start the show one day in advance and took a taxi to the school. But looking at Yu Qingtang's blank eyes, she knew that it was Bai Yan, and Yu Qingtang didn't notice it at all.

Can't say who is more embarrassing.

In the end, Cheng Zhanxi took the initiative to break the silence and said, "If you have something to do, forget it." The big deal was that she went to the art museum to "meet by chance".

Yu Qingtang didn't speak.

Cheng Zhanxi raised the corner of her lips and wanted to smile at her, but it dissipated before it took shape. She nodded, took it as a goodbye, and walked forward alone.

Counting in my heart—

3, 2…

When she counted to 0.45, she heard footsteps behind her.

Yu Qingtang didn't stop her, just followed silently.

Anyway, due to the friendship, Yu Qingtang felt that she was too cold-blooded and would affect the relationship between the head teacher and the class teacher. But being too active will make Cheng Zhanxi's mouth turn on the machine gun mode. She was surrounded by 360-degree 3D stereo of her voice just after eating. Now she just wants to clean up for a while.

Halfway through, Yu Qingtang found out that this was the way to the Sicheng Art Museum.

"Mr. Cheng." Yu Qingtang stopped, "Let's part here, right?"

Cheng Zhanxi: "Huh?"

Yu Qingtang pointed to a bus stop not far away, and said without changing his face, "I want to take the bus home from here."

Cheng Zhanxi didn't seem to notice, and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you for your lunch, I'll go back right away, and report to me that I'm safe when I get home."

"Um."

Yu Qingtang walked under the bus stop and watched Cheng Zhanxi's back slowly disappear from sight.

After half an hour.

Yu Qingtang stood at the entrance of Sicheng Art Museum.

This weekend, a lot of people came to visit. A banner with "Welcome to Cheng Mo's Art Exhibition" hung outside. The colors were still very new. Various flower baskets were placed at the entrance. Introduced by the artist. Some parents took their children to read word by word, and there were people who were clearly college students with backpacks on their backs to watch.

Yu Qingtang passed them without looking sideways, lined up to enter through the entrance.

The museum was shady and cool, Yu Qingtang found the exhibition hall of painter Cheng Mo on the distribution map on the first floor, and headed straight for his destination.

Yu Qingtang underestimated Cheng Mo's popularity. Maybe she chose the wrong time. One week before the end of the exhibition, many people rushed over like her, afraid of missing out. The people who were all standing and admiring, fortunately, the exhibition hall was quiet, and even if there were people communicating, they deliberately kept their voices low and not noisy.

Yu Qingtang looked at one by one from the door, and when the previous person left, she moved on to the next one.

About the fourth and fifth pictures, Yu Qingtang saw the picture in front of him almost, but the people next to him remained silent. She waited patiently for a while, but the other party still stood still.

Yu Qingtang couldn't help but tilt his head to look over.

The other side folded his arms in one hand and rested his chin in the other, studying the painting in front of him earnestly and attentively.

This is not the point, the point is that this person is clearly Cheng Zhanxi who separated from her for half an hour.

Yu Qingtang: "!!"

Isn't she home? ? ?

Cheng Zhanxi noticed his sight, turned around with a frown, and was shocked when he saw it was her, and blurted out, "Mr. Yu? Didn't you go home?"

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small theater:

Cheng Zhanxi: As long as my mouth is fast enough, the problem will not catch up with me.

Yu Qingtang: I hope your mouth can be so quick in actual combat.

Cheng Zhanxi: I'm not only fast, but also flexible, don't cry and stop

Yu Qingtang: (*/ω＼*)