Xu Youzhi was a little speechless and rubbed his face with the back of his hand.

The history teacher happened to walk in with a history book in her hand at this time, and the noisy atmosphere in the class did not make her angry, she stood on the podium, smiled with a good temper, and clapped her hands as if she were a kindergarten child.

"There are still five minutes to go down for self-study," the history teacher is quite young, wearing a clean little white dress, with a light and good-looking face, tall and tall, and Fan Xiao are completely two temperaments, "Did your homeroom teacher tell you that you are going to go to Jiangnan to sketch after the sports meeting?" ”

Fan Xiao and the history teacher are only in their twenties this year, and there is no generation gap between them and the children in the class, but communication is communication, and their little routines are basically useless here.

After all, these two teachers were more skinny than them when they were students, not to mention their little routines, sometimes there was no theme in the class meeting, and Fan Xiao could read a bunch of stories about their high school and college days.

Fan Xiao is really rich.

But the history teacher is very introverted, and the style of clothes he wears is quite ordinary, and he can't tell what brand it is.

For this reason, in fact, the classmates made up a bunch of novel stories in their brains in private.

"She would only tell us two minutes in advance, and she didn't know as quickly as our class did."

The girl who spoke was called Tu Hui, with a big personality, and a good relationship with every teacher, but her temper was uncertain, and she could often quarrel with people inexplicably.

But in Yangcheng, she knows a lot of people, social and cultural majors, accounting majors, plus e-commerce majors, there are people she knows, so she is quite well-informed, and the teacher has not had time to inform them, and the people in the second class have already learned about it first.

"That's right," the history teacher smiled gently, his slightly curly hair hanging down behind him, and his temperament was calm, "Then I'll tell you a little news, before you go to sketch, the school will organize you to go to the art museum to see the art exhibition...... Shhhh ”

“！！！”

Miji, who had been quiet for a while, had a slightly suppressed commotion.

In vocational high schools, where the learning environment is relatively relaxed, the pressure of art majors and graduation classes is relatively high, the time is relatively tight, and the pace of learning is fast, which is a difficult and exhausting thing for students who do not have a good foundation in junior high school.

Therefore, at the mention of not having to go to class, almost many people cheered in private.

“……”

Xu Youzhi's heart didn't have any waves, but there were too many extracurricular activities organized by the school next month, and he might collide with the speech contest for high school students.

In addition, on November 13th, she had to sneak into Fengshuo's anniversary celebration to see if she could smash the field.

It's fun to make things happen, though.

But there are too many things.

…… I feel tired when I think about it.

When she is free, she can take He Zhili across the city, just to celebrate the child's birthday; When she was busy, all the things that should have come and shouldn't have come collided together, making her a little expressionless and wanting to bite.

Xu Youzhi was obviously distracted, looking at the history teacher's gaze with a little inexplicable sadness.

He Zhili's finger bones were stunned.

The cold and indifferent gaze calmly fell on the history teacher.

glanced over again and looked at Xu Youzhi's side face.

The boy frowned, and the tip of his tongue pressed lightly against his jaw.

Fingertips tugged at the corners of her clothes.

Leaned in and whispered:

“…… You're better looking than a history teacher. ”

Xu Youzhi's eyes glanced over: "What are you talking about?" ”

He Zhili was stunned: "Aren't you depressed that the history teacher is better looking than you?" ”

“…… I didn't. ”

Xu Youzhi paused, squinted his eyes again, stared at the little white dress on the history teacher, and let out a faint "hiss", a little familiar.

"The little white dress on the history teacher is preliminarily estimated to go up by 50w."

She pursed her lips and cupped her cheeks.

"You say, there are so many rich people in the world, can I die if I add one?"