Xia Zhiyin leaned on the hem of her skirt and went under the desk to pick up beads.

She squeezed the beads in her hand, "I knew I wasn't wrong." The sound of surprise was drowned out in a string of crisp bells for the end of class.

The door to the teacher's office was suddenly pushed open, and several students with workbooks rushed in.

"Teacher, I didn't understand this question in the last class, let's talk about it again!"

"Stop. Jiang Runsheng only said one word, and the student obediently stood across the desk. "I'll take a look at which question. ”

Xia Zhiyin was blocked under Jiang Runsheng's desk, and she quietly listened to his pure voice teaching students, guiding the analysis process step by step.

"That's it, do you understand now?" Jiang Runsheng naturally folded his legs when he asked.

"Ahh

The student looked at the good thing, "Teacher, what's the voice?"

Xia Zhiyin was afraid that the students would misunderstand something if they found out that they were hiding under the desk, so she covered her mouth with her hand, and she didn't dare to breathe.

"Don't listen to indecent acts. Jiang Runsheng's knuckles clasped the table, and he knocked rhythmically a few times, "Where am I talking?"

"Teacher, you're done. And this function monotonic interval, I won't either. ”

"Look at me. Jiang Runsheng took the student's pen and brushed it on the scratch paper, and his legs unconsciously stretched out under the table.

There had never been anyone hidden under his desk, and his mind was so focused on solving the problem that he naturally forgot that Xia Zhiyin was still below.

Xia Zhiyin almost filled the limited space under the desk, and his long legs were still put in.

As his little white Givenchy shoes were looking for a landing spot, she had the idea of pulling off his shoelaces and throwing them out of the table.

For some reason, she always wanted to challenge his good temper.

I didn't dare before, but now it seems like an opportunity.

A few students stared wide-eyed at the small white shoes that slipped out from under their desks, like a flat boat gliding a few meters away on the smooth floor.

"I don't understand how many times I've said it. Several students accused each other very purely, "Look at you running away from the teacher's shoes." ”

"Alright, go back and practice more. Jiang Runsheng couldn't understand Xia Zhiyin's naughtiness. After he sent the student away, he tilted his body to look down, she was in a half-kneeling position, her hands were in front of her chest, and a pair of beautiful eyes were shining with water, staring at him expectantly.

Jiang Runsheng's heart suddenly felt like he had been hit by something, and he said with some embarrassment: "You can come out." ”

Xia Zhiyin didn't know why his ears were red, and she said embarrassedly, "I'm stuck." ”

The back of her skirt was a cut-out lace design, and she pointed, "There are nails, I don't dare to move." ”

"Did you touch the nail?" Jiang Runsheng squatted down anxiously, "I'm here." ”

In the small space, he joined, the light instantly annihilated into darkness, and the bodies of the two people inevitably clinged together, as if hugging each other tightly. Xia Zhiyin listened to his wheezing voice in her ear so clearly, and the smell of his body was so mesmerizing, she closed her eyes, and her body trembled somehow.

"Don't be afraid. Jiang Runsheng comforted: "I have already touched it." ”

His fingers nimbly picked open the garment hanging from the nails, and then gentlemanly pulled her up from under the table.