Twenty-three-year-old Hang Wanqing is studying at a provincial normal university. Last year, before the start of her senior year, she rejected invitations from many provincial high schools, and instead chose a middle school in the county below the municipal level, and finally became a trainee Chinese teacher in the county No. 9 middle school.

The internship period is one year, and you can get a teacher establishment after becoming a regular student.

This semester, she has taught several Chinese classes in the third year of high school, and her teaching ability has already been recognized by the school's teachers and students. It's no problem to turn around, it depends on whether she is willing to stay in the county No. 9 Middle School. There are very few high-achieving students from big cities who are willing to stay in this poor county to teach.

In addition, many intern teachers are still talking about boyfriends. In a campus relationship, the longer you are apart, the greater the chance of breaking up.

According to reliable information obtained by the representatives of the language class in the teacher's office, their Hang teacher is famous. Her boyfriend was her college classmate, who stayed in a key middle school in the city for an internship and did not come down to the county with her.

It is rumored that Mr. Hang's boyfriend is still rich and handsome!

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Hang Wanqing raised her head just in time to meet Song Ming's gaze looking down, the student in her eyes looked average, and at most she could hook up with Qingxiu. When I was a student, it was understandable for a boy to write love letters to the girls he liked. When she was in high school, she received love letters from several male classmates.

I love you and love you like a mouse loves rice, but it's catchy to read.

"Is this your love letter to Zhang Yan?" Hang Wanqing asked with a smile as she raised the love letter in her hand.

Song Ming grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands and said "um" softly.

Hang Wanqing was interested, looked at Song Ming and asked again: "Where did you copy this passage from, it's good, but it feels pretty good." ”

Song Mingyi moved his hands to his thighs, and in the face of the teacher's curious gaze, he hesitated and replied, "I came up with it myself." ”

"You came up with it yourself?" Hang Wanqing didn't believe it.

Song Ming glanced at her and said nothing, obviously dissatisfied with the teacher's suspicions.

Hang Wanqing was amused by Song Ming's aggrieved appearance, and said with a smile: "What, you still have a temper?"

"Don't dare. Song Ming lowered his head and said seriously: "I have never failed the Chinese exam, and it is natural for me to be suspected by the teacher." ”

"Hehe, what you say is level. Hang Wan Qing looked Song Ming up and down with joy, it seems that he underestimated this student who has never passed the language exam, and the cultural foundation is still there. Seeing that Song Ming was still sulking with her head down, she chuckled and said, "It's hard for you to be so small-minded as a big man." Okay, the teacher can't make a compensatory deal with you here. Song Ming, I'm sorry!"

Although the sincerity was not enough, it still made Song Ming stunned and deeply moved in his heart. The teacher apologized to the student, like a big girl getting on the sedan chair, for the first time. So, Song Ming felt ashamed. The teacher is not a teacher, and the heart is big.

"Don't be stupid, let's go back to class. Hang Wanqing glared at him and urged with a smile.

Song Ming stood still, staring at the love letter in Teacher Hang's hand with a pair of eyes.

"What, do you want to take it back?" Hang Wanqing raised the love letter in her hand, and asked with a smile in a bit of girl gossip: "Give it to classmate Zhang Yan again?"

Song Ming hurriedly shook his head. Now that there is no systematic death threat, he doesn't have the courage to confess to Zhang Yan again.

Hang Wanqing was puzzled and asked him, "Why? ”

Song Ming hesitated for a while and said, "Teacher, in fact, I was forced, do you believe it or not?" In fact, he wanted to tell Teacher Hang that he was forced by a system called "Die or Die", but he was afraid that the other party would mistakenly think that he had a mental problem and gave up.

Hang Wanqing naturally didn't believe it, and said with a smile: "Classmate Song Ming, are you playing pranks with other classmates?"

Song Ming was about to say no, but after thinking about it, the excuse that the teacher helped him find was not bad. So he nodded and replied, "That's pretty much what it means, I lost a bet with my classmates." By the way, how do you know, teacher, it's too powerful. ”

There is a hint in the system just now: it is necessary to pat the teacher's ass appropriately.

Sure enough, Hang Wanqing's face showed a smug expression, raised her head and said arrogantly: "Your sister and I are from here, how can we not know the tricks of you kids." ”

"Sister?" Song Ming had a black line.

Hang Wanqing consciously made a mistake in front of the students, although she blushed, she held her chest and said seriously: "The teacher is older than you, so she can naturally be your sister." Why don't you go back to the classroom for what you're doing here? ”

In the end, Song Ming didn't get the love letter back, and left the office unwillingly.

Inside the door, Hang Wanqing gently patted his chest while reading the love letter and read it out loud: I love you, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice.

This kid, love writing is so slippery, why did he fail the language exam?

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I thought that the crush would be announced to the whole class and become a joke in the class. Unexpectedly, he died halfway and was strangled before the dawn was about to come. That's it, that's it. Crushes are already prone to seeing the light die, so it's better to continue to hide in the dark.

Song Ming shook his head with a sigh, and then slipped in through the back door of the classroom. The English teacher with reading glasses glanced at him and said nothing.

When he returned to his seat, the fat man at the same table threw envious glances at him, and Song Ming wanted to give his table a kick from the bottom of his heart.

A lesson passed quickly. During the recess, the shoulder was tapped twice by the female classmate in the back row, and Song Ming's body immediately tensed. What should come is always coming.

"Classmate Zhang, do you have something to do with me?" Song Ming turned his head and forced him to calm down.

Zhang Yan blinked and said, "The note you gave me in Chinese class was confiscated by the teacher before I could read it." What's written on it?"

SONG MING WAS STUNNED, DIDN'T YOU TAKE THE INITIATIVE TO HAND IT OVER TO THE TEACHER?

"Say. Zhang Yan's face was slightly red, although she knew that it was a bit unkind to throw the pot to the teacher, but in order to maintain the classmate relationship with Song Ming, she could only sell the teacher.

Song Ming sweated profusely, but in the face of Zhang Yan's "hot pursuit", he suddenly became happy, and said with a smile: "It's a love letter, it reads-Zhang Yan, I like you." ”

"Haha, you're so funny, tell me the truth, what the hell is written. ”

"I'm telling the truth. ”

"Damn it, I don't know who you like in our class. ”

"Ah, you found out, I thought I had been hiding it well. ”

"Hmph, don't make a fool of yourself. Tell me, what's written on it?"

"Actually, it's a poem. ”

"What kind of poem, read it to Miss Ben. ”

"Okay, okay, this poem is from the hand of the wine fairy Li Bai, saying that the bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected of being frost underground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

"Yes, that's kind of your level. ”

Song Ming laughed with tears, in fact, there was still a song in my heart that I hadn't read.

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

Ask what the love of the world is, and teach life and death to promise.