Chapter 19: Teacher, Your Trouser Chain Is Open

"Really?" Lin Ying finally united with his liking.

"Who likes me?" Du Jue asked again.

Like: "......"

Lin Ying: "......"

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In the nervous waiting of the students, the English evening self-study came, and after the test papers were sent, everyone worked hard to write, only a few students looked east and west, and were glared at by the English teacher, obediently burying their heads in the shape of an ostrich.

I like to find that most of the papers are junior high school knowledge points, and she can still cope with it, Du Jue saw that she was doing it seriously and wanted to copy the answer, but when she thought of her previous words, she immediately dispelled her thoughts.

It just so happened that Qin Hui sent him the answer, and Du Jue accepted it with peace of mind.

An hour and a half passed quickly, and I liked to write down the last English word and put down the pen in my hand in the voice of the English teacher's urging.

Du Jue glanced at her: "Isn't it?" Still writing so seriously? ”

likes to roll up his sleeves and raise his chin, "I'm going to tell you well, not studying well doesn't mean that I don't have a good attitude towards learning, but you, blatantly copying Qin Hui's answer, are you embarrassed?" ”

"What's so embarrassing? She has to give it to me, wouldn't it be sorry for her kindness if she didn't copy it! Du Jue didn't care.

Like: "......"

Today's last two classes are math lessons, although I can't understand math class, but the math teacher has a good temper, so in fact, math class is very relaxed.

The math teacher walked into the classroom with light steps, and the classroom was not as quiet as the other teachers came, but still noisy.

"Stop talking, start the class, and the dozing classmates consciously stand behind and listen to the class."

The result of this sentence is that many students who stand in the back with books are talking about small things and deserting, while the students who are really dozing off are sitting in their seats.

Because the math teacher doesn't care much about the students talking in class, the weird classroom atmosphere today didn't attract her attention.

Many of her classmates began to whisper, and the nervous likes also noticed that something was wrong, and a few classmates pointed at the math teacher, and she turned her head and asked, "What happened?" What is everyone laughing at? ”

Putting an end to covering his vision, he pointed to the exponential teacher.

I like to look at the past: "What? ”

"Pants." Du Jue whispered.

"Pants?" Like to look at the past and discover ...... Found...... The math teacher's zipper turned out to be ...... Unexpectedly...... opened!!

After all, the math teacher is a woman, and if this kind of thing happens, it must be very shameless, and I have to find a way to help her.

Thinking so, I like to write a sentence on scratch paper: Teacher, you have opened the zipper.

Then he deliberately made a lot of noise to attract her attention.

"Bang!"

Sure enough, the math teacher approached her seriously: "What are you doing?" ”

Like pointed to the scratch paper, the math teacher looked down, his face suddenly turned red, and then pretended to be okay and left the classroom, and when he came back, the zipper had been closed.

After class, the math teacher also deliberately looked for likes to thank him, and liked to shake his head to say that it was nothing.

However, when the math teacher had the same problem for the second and third Nth times, everyone was not surprised, and they no longer wanted to remind her.

"What's the matter with the math teacher? I knew there was a problem with my pants, but I still wore them to class. Zhong Xiaoman couldn't help but turn around and complain.

"Who knows? Maybe you don't have the money to buy pants. Lin Ying guessed.

"Wouldn't it? No matter how poor a teacher is, he will not have the money to buy pants! "I don't believe it anyway.