Everyone was shocked by Jing Jiaren's cold eyes and didn't dare to speak, but what surprised them even more was the voice they heard just now.

The voice was hoarse, torn, out of tune, lifeless.

It's like a ghost witch coming out of a horror story, and it's chilling.

After Jing Jiaren said this, she returned to her position, just as the class bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats to prepare for class.

However, this does not mean that everyone has given up making things difficult for Jing Jiaren.

Qiao Yimei was the most direct to Jing Jiaren, and after experiencing her fright with an ugly voice that seemed to come from hell, infinite ecstasy followed.

She frantically shook Dong Yi at the same table when the teacher couldn't see it: "Xiaoyi, we won!" We won! ”

Of course, Dong Yi knew what she meant, and even before Qiao Yimei reacted, Dong Yi had already thought of this. But she didn't take the initiative to say it, but looked at Qiao Yimei suspiciously.

"Xiaomei, what are you talking about?" Dong Yi asked in a low voice.

Qiao Yimei glanced at Jing Jiaren's back and smiled a little proudly: "Didn't you hear it just now?" With such an ugly sound, I feel like something is wrong with my ears, how can there be such an ugly sound in the world! ”

Dong Yi frowned when he heard this: "You can't say that, after all, people are special circumstances, and they can't be ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qiao Yimei: "Xiaoyi, you are too kind!" You don't want to think about it, her voice is so ugly, she must be an ugly bastard! I now have serious doubts about what kind of face she has under her mask! ”

"Simply so! Xiaoyi, I have never stopped such a terrifying sound in my life, and now I still have goosebumps on my body when I think about it. This time, I must let her be revealed, a person who even has such a bad voice can't look good! ”

"Xiaoyi, you must cooperate with me when the time comes, we must let everyone know her true face, and it is best to let Teacher Huo see how ugly she is!" Qiao Yimei said indignantly.

Dong Yi frowned when he heard this: "Can this work?" ”

Qiao Yimei began to do her ideological work again, and finally persuaded people to be willing to join her.

Jing Jiaren didn't know that her classmates wanted to treat her like this, and she was still in class normally. But by the time of the second class, some things were different.

The first class in the afternoon was Huo Tingxiao's finance, and as soon as Jing Jiaren arrived in the class with a book, she found that the first row of seats she usually sat in had been occupied.

It's nothing, the seats themselves are all random for everyone to sit in. The key is because no one has been sitting in the first row before, and Jing Jiaren usually puts her books on the seat and waits directly for the afternoon class.

But this time, as soon as she entered the classroom, she saw her book scattered on the ground, and a few footprints were obvious on the cover of the book.

Jing Jiaren didn't say a word, walked over and picked up her book.

At this time, Qiao Yimei, who occupied the first row of seats, saw this and pretended to say to Jing Jiaren: "Oh, it turns out that this is your textbook, classmate Jing, we were already on the ground when we came, and I don't know who made it." By the way, we want to sit in the first row today, don't you mind? ”

Jing Jiaren didn't even look at her, picked up her book and walked to the last row.

After Jing Jiaren left, Qiao Yimei proudly shared the table with her and Dong Yi said: "Look, there must be a ghost in my heart, and I won't be embarrassed if I know that I am disgusting." ”

"If you want me to say, the position in the first row should be Dong Yi, you should sit, you are the face of our class! Later, Mr. Huo will be able to see you at a glance, oops, I'm just dying of happiness! ”

Qiao Yimei instigated Dong Yi and said that people were red-faced.

"Oh, don't say it, I have nothing to do with Teacher Huo, it's just that I took care of me when I went to receive him on the first day to familiarize myself with the campus." Dong Yi said embarrassedly.

Qiao Yimei teased: "Squad leader, squad leader, I don't care about you if you are modest, this kind of thing can't be modest!" To be special to you is to be special to you, we are the real material, unlike some people who stick it up. I don't know, when will our squad leader become a rich wife! Then are we going to call you a teacher! ”

Dong Yi blushed and told her not to joke, she was making trouble, the class bell rang, and all the students in the class instantly sat up straight, staring at the door of the classroom in unison.

Dong Yi looked at the door of the classroom while reaching out to smooth his hair and bangs.

In just two minutes, a tall and handsome figure appeared in front of the classroom door.

The person who came had an iceberg face as always, and the corners of his mouth that fell slightly couldn't see any affinity at all, and it seemed that the eyebrows that had never been stretched were hidden in the aura that had lasted for many years. But even so, it is impossible to ignore his innate powerful aura and handsome face.

Huo Tingxiao entered the classroom door and habitually glanced at the first row in front of the general.

At this glance, I couldn't see the figure I wanted to see.

Huo Tingxiao frowned even more: Didn't come to class? Sick?

He quickly looked around, and soon found the figure of the little woman in the corner of the last row, and his heart was relaxed.

Huo Tingxiao walked to the podium without stopping, put down the teaching aids, and began to prepare for class.

When he walked in, Dong Yi and Qiao Yimei beside her began to get nervous, and they were all nervously and expectantly waiting for Teacher Huo to see them and ask them to help with something or something.

But when it came to class, Teacher Huo didn't call them.

Strange, isn't it before every class that the class representative is called to the office to pick up something?

Dong Yi was puzzled.

But the next moment, she dispelled her worries again, because Teacher Huo began to lecture. According to his habit of lecturing in the past, he basically gathered around the podium, occasionally went to the stage, and only moved in the first row.

Dong Yi is very much looking forward to Teacher Huo starting to lecture, so that she can easily help the teacher hand over something, and remind the teacher when he is not clear where he is talking. With such tacit cooperation, she can also do it.

However, just when Dong Yi was full of expectations, Mr. Huo took the textbook he was going to talk about today and went straight down to the stage.

Huo Tingxiao walked around the stage while talking, like a high school subject teacher strolling around in class. Then, he stopped at one place and began a long explanation. Speaking of affection, Huo Tingxiao simply leaned on the table of the classmate next to him, his two long legs propped up on the ground, his waist bowed slightly, and his slender figure was undoubtedly revealed.

Jing Jiaren, who was pretending to be forced to hold down a corner of the textbook: "......"

Pressing the textbook, overturning the car, big brother!

Jing Jiaren wanted to secretly pull the book back, but the man leaning on her desk did not move.

And when Huo Tingxiao stopped beside Jing Jiaren, almost everyone in the class let out a low sigh in their mouths.

Teacher Huo is too eccentric, this can be walked over.

It's as if his class is specially for Jing Jiaren.

No matter where she was, he would stand by her side.

What kind of fairy teacher-student relationship is this?

The flame of jealousy rose in an instant, especially Dong Yi, who was sitting next to Qiao Yimei. In order to sit in front this time, Dong Yi has been putting on makeup and picking clothes since the morning, but when Teacher Huo finally came to class, he still stopped in front of Jing Jiaren.

"I know, I know that Jing Jiaren is his class representative, but if I don't know, I think she is his wife! Look at what kind of ecstasy soup is poured into private. I think it must be a miserable sale, and it is not easy to say that I am disabled every day, and the teacher will take such care of me in class. Qiao Yimei whispered while the teacher was not paying attention.

Dong Yi's hand under the book clenched into a fist, especially when he heard the phrase "wife".

"Impossible!" She blurted out, and Qiao Yimei was also taken aback by the sudden loss of control of her emotions.

Fortunately, the voice was suppressed, and only a few of the students who left could hear it and looked at it one after another.

Dong Yi realized something, and hurriedly put up a harmless smile.

"It's okay, don't guess, I think what you said later is very right, maybe it's a miserable sale......" Dong Yi said.

There were so many small words in front of him, and it didn't seem to affect the rhythm of Huo Tingxiao's lecture at all.

Jing Jiaren was still trying to pull her book out, but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.

The man leaned peacefully on her desk to give a lecture, and the fabric of the suit fell to her hand only a few centimeters away. His familiar pine stone incense, together with his deep and mellow voice, almost surrounded his body, and Jing Jiaren seemed to be unable to concentrate on thinking.

I had to passively compete with that book.

Just when she stretched out her hand for the tenth time towards the book that was suppressed by Huo Tingxiao, there was suddenly an extra hand in front of her.

The hand clenched his own.

They were in the last row of the classroom, or in the corner, without any classmates or eyes behind them.

Looking at it from a distance, Huo Tingxiao was leaning on the desk, holding a book in one hand, and the other hand was slightly at his side as if it was in a pocket.

In fact, no one saw it, Jing Jiaren stared at the knobby palm that held his hand in a daze.

Hand in hand?

Holding hands in class?

The teacher holding hands with the students who are listening to the class?

Jing Jiaren felt that she was about to be messy.

After a pause for a few seconds, Jing Jiaren decisively withdrew his hand. But the man's palm also tightened at the same time, as if he expected her to do this, Huo Tingxiao held Jing Jiaren's hand tightly before she could make a move.

Even when Jing Jiaren was struggling, he was transformed into a shape with ten interlocking fingers.

The two palms were in the quiet classroom, in the classroom full of classmates, in the voice of Huo Tingxiao lecturing.

They fought against each other in secret, but they never separated.

Jing Jiaren finally lost her strength, and she still didn't break free from the old man's hand, so she had to let him hold it.

In the seventeen or eighteen-degree air-conditioned classroom, the palms of two people were actually soaked with sweat.

This class has been a long time, Huo Tingxiao has always stood beside Jing Jiaren to give a lecture, and Jing Jiaren has never been able to break free of his hand.

Later, she was bored, and took out a pen and drew randomly on the hand that Huo Tingxiao held her.

The man seemed to pause as he felt the force.

But he never left.