It turned out that in English class, Ye Yu was touring among the students to give lectures - she liked to pace in the classroom.

She was so engrossed that the students laughed, and she thought it strange that she was smiling at her mouth and smiling with her back to her.

She couldn't help but look back, and the laughter was even louder, some students pointed at her back and laughed, she panicked, and involuntarily touched back, and found that the students had put humor on her ass.

She pulled a note that read: I love you. The student's crush gave her a hint of joy, after all, it could prove her charm, and she smiled disgustedly.

However, the microwave of laughter has not yet swept away, and it is already a storm, drowning her in the ocean.

Yang Yuelong leaned forward and closed, and a pair of big hands knocked on the table.

"There's more!" Wen Tianhao stood up honestly and said.

Ye Yu's face flushed shyly, and he ripped it off in a panic: Beautiful little turtle.

"Who posted it?" Ye Yu said angrily.

The storm stopped immediately, but Yang Yuelong leaned over, looked at her straight and smiled.

"Did you post it?" Ye Yu shouted at him.

"No!" Yang Yuelong still smiled unscrupulously.

"Look at your schadenfreude look, it's not your posting!" Ye Yu pointed at him with a book.

"Why did I post it, do you have any evidence?"

"Do you still need evidence, you are smiling happily in the whole class!"

"They all laugh, but I'm the only one laughing?"

"Are you like a student, you don't have quality!"

"Cut, I don't have quality, you don't have quality!"

"Stand up, you!"

"Why should I stand up. ”

"Stand up?"

"I'm not going to stand up!"

Yang Yuelong choked Teacher Ye sentence by sentence, and the people around him were so frightened that no one spoke, looking at the two of them, no one pulled them, and they didn't dare to pull them, for fear of catching fire.

"You...... You ......" Teacher Ye was so angry that he didn't know what to do, with tears in his eyes, and went to drag Yang Yuelong.

Yang Yuelong pushed it, and the gentle Ye Yu could withstand such a push, and he almost fell. She felt that she had lost face and threw the book at Yang Yuelong like crazy.

"If you drag me again, I have to beat you!" Yang Yuelong stood up and glared at Ye Yu angrily.

Wen Tianhao and Guo Yuxia looked at it, for fear that the two of them would fight, so they hurried to pull the English teacher.

Xia Changping was also afraid that the English teacher would be out of control, so he hurriedly dragged Yang Yuelong: "Forget it, forget it, don't make trouble!"

Countless eyes shot at Yang Yuelong, and his face was full of depressed, surprised, and melancholy expressions.

"Look, I haven't seen your father!" Yang Yuelong roared, causing the other classmates to lower their heads in fright.

The original story surprised Mr. Wenren, and the peaceful classroom was filled with the smoke of war and the romance of scandal.

"Damn Yang Yuelong, why don't you understand the number so much!"

He secretly scolded: "The matter of sticking notes is unforgivable, and the matter of pushing the teacher is even more unforgivable; it is also to blame the principal, just find a beautiful woman to teach English, if you find an "ugly girl", will such a thing happen?

Beauty is a mistake in itself, as evidenced by many examples from all over the world.

Beautiful parrots are admired in cages, while ugly sparrows watch beautiful people from the air.

Dong Shi doesn't have to worry about being molested when he goes out, but Xi Shi needs an army to protect him when he goes out, and the beautiful King Lanling must wear a mask when he fights, and the ugly Zhang Fei can scare away millions of Cao troops with a roar.

Ye Yu's beauty has led to many mistakes, she walks on the playground, and often hears someone shouting behind her: "Beauty!"

Her apricot eyes widened, and she was about to get angry, but the man immediately changed his words: "Old ...... division ......".

During class, the student stared intently at the front – not at the blackboard, but at her.

"Call Yang Yuelong to the office!" he said to Ming Yuchan, and she went out in response.

"Report!" Yang Yuelong shouted in a rough voice, and the "firewood gatherer" confronted him head-on for the first time.

"Do you know why I called you?" asked Mr. Wenren.

"I don't know. Yang Yuelong looked dissatisfied.

"Did you write that?" he said, gesturing to the note on the table.

"It's not. Yang Yuelong leaned his neck, and the green tendons jumped and bulged like tree roots.

"How is it like your words?"

"It's not like it!"

"Who wrote it?"

"I don't know. Yang Yuelong also gave Wenren word by word.

"Even if you didn't write it, would it be reasonable to fight the teacher?"

"It was she who hit me, not me who hit her!"

"Then you have to respect the teacher!"

"You must be biased towards her!" Yang Yuelong tilted his head to the side and stopped talking.

No matter how he asked, Yang Yuelong just didn't say it. This guy's firm answer aroused the anger of the smeller, and thick black smoke filled the entire cavity.

His head swelled violently, blank, tears fell in his heart, and when he heard the laughter, he really wanted to take off this heavy skin bag and beat Yang Yuelong hard.

"If I weren't a teacher, I wouldn't associate with such people. He swore secretly.

"You're standing in the office!"

"Just stand, I don't want to learn anyway!"

"What did you say?" said Huo De to his feet.

Ming Jiacheng on the side hurriedly pulled the Wenren, and then patted Yang Yuelong's shoulder: "Speak well to the teacher, speak well to the teacher......"

Yang Yuelong shook his shoulders and stood obliquely with his head raised.

"Let's go," Wen Ren said with a smile after about half an hour, "Remember to me, I'm not Fang Jie, I can't rectify the discipline in the class, I don't have the surname Wen Ren." ”

Yang Yuelongtou left without looking back, leaving only the sound of "bang" hitting the door echoing in the air.

Hearing that people were infinitely melancholy, the three cute little lambs were no longer by Ye Yu's side, and they tightly surrounded the "firewood man".

"It's not good to rectify Yang Yuelong, I don't have a surname. The laughter was repeated again.

"Teacher, don't be angry, he's the one who doesn't eat hard or soft, Teacher Fang has talked to him many times, but it's useless!" Guo Yuxia persuaded.

"With him, our class can't be better. Ming Yuchan also said.

"Yang Yuelong will have to go to prison sooner or later!" Ming Jiacheng said firmly.

"The dismissal is long overdue, and that was his father's biggest gain. Xia Heyue was also very angry.

"If only the students of the world were like you. Hearing a smile and sighing.

Wenren's mood relaxed slightly, they said "goodbye" and went out.

Seeing their distant backs and gently closing the door, there was infinite emotion.

"Report!" As soon as his heart calmed down, he heard someone push the door in a low voice, it was catkins, so thin, and the voice was so soft, no wonder it was called catkins.

"Is there anything wrong, catkins?" she said, holding a thick journal.

"Teacher, don't be angry, being angry is not good for your health!"

"If there is such a person, don't you get angry?"

"Yang Yuelong can't manage it well. ”

"Why?"

"Didn't you say that dogs can't change their?"

"What are you taking?" Wenren was amused by her words.

"Diary!"

"Do you have a habit of keeping a diary every day?"

"Oh, there's a lot of interesting facts about him in it!" Liu Wu nodded.

"Shall I appreciate it?"

Liu Wu nodded, put down the diary and left.

Hearing people's laughter and reading carefully, other people's stories echoed in his ears, and the stories of the leaping dragon were strung together and appeared in front of his eyes.