It wasn't until the second evening self-study was about to ring the class bell that Song Yao walked in, holding the exquisitely packaged pink pornographic book in his hand.

He wanted to go straight to the trash can in the back and throw it away, but for a moment vanity, he returned to his seat and threw it into a drawer.

Chen Yue buried her head in continuing to correct the wrong questions and organize her notes. Song Yao also put on his headphones again, took out his mobile phone, and changed the song to listen to.

The teacher on duty for this night's self-study was Shen Xingqiao, who walked into the classroom and saw that two teenagers wearing white headphones were very conspicuous in a blue and white school uniform.

However, not to mention that he doesn't like to take care of things, even Luo Ming, who loves to take care of things, won't say anything when he comes in and sees these two people.

If you have good grades, you can do whatever you want, which has always been the consensus reached by the students and teachers of St. Lan Middle School.

The only two students in the grade who scored 700 points, the entire sophomore high school teacher, classmates, and even parents discussed it.

Shen Xingqiao has always felt that the two of them are not sitting in school to study and take exams, but more like enriching their youth. Although it is very good to think like this, it is true that these two people have participated in those national and even world-class competitions, and the awards and trophies they have won are more than enough to make tickets to Qingbei.

Shen Xingqiao quietly collected his chin, and his father didn't know what kind of shit luck he had taken in the past two years, and he actually picked up these two treasures. It seems that the day of St. Lan's high school fame is not far off.

Shen Xingqiao walked around the classroom slowly, and then walked out of the classroom boringly.

As soon as I brought it to the door, I saw Li Yaoyao coming up from the second floor with a stack of test papers.

The two smiled at each other and walked towards each other, he reached out and tried to press it on her head, but she misplaced and playfully avoided it.

"I'm still number one," she tilted her head slightly, proudly, "this time it's five days of no smoking, remember!" ”

In the first monthly exam of the second semester of high school, Li Yaoyao took the first place in the liberal arts grade, and Shen Xingqiao promised her not to smoke for a day.

In the first half of the high school exam, Li Yaoyao was still the first in the grade, and Shen Xingqiao promised her not to smoke for two days.

In the final exam of the first semester of high school, Li Yaoyao was still unshaken by the first grade, and Shen Xingqiao promised her not to smoke for three days.

In the first monthly exam of the second semester of high school, Li Yaoyao lived up to expectations and was still the first in her grade, and Shen Xingqiao promised her not to smoke for four days.

In the final exam of the first semester of the second year of high school, Li Yaoyao was still the first, and according to the agreement, Shen Xingqiao should quit smoking for five days.

Looking at Shen Xingqiao's bitter face, Li Yaoyao suddenly became happy, "To be a teacher, you have to be true to your word." ”

As a teacher, I don't know when it became Li Yaoyao's mantra.

Under the light, she was smiling, and her already delicate face became more and more beautiful at this time.

"Okay~" Shen Xingqiao nodded helplessly and dotingly.

Li Yaoyao gave him a flattering look with satisfaction, and deliberately respectfully said: "Then the teacher works hard, bye~"

"Hmm" he pursed his lips and smiled, his gaze following her back softly.

She is brisk, full of youthful energy, and happy so simple.

She's only 17 years old, so she should be so energetic. Counting, he is 8 years older than her, no wonder she is only a sophomore in high school, and he is already about to start talking about marriage.

He leaned against the fence where his office was, and as soon as he thought of this, his fingers unconsciously reached into the pocket of his coat and touched the bag of China. For a moment, his fingers paused, and he remembered what he had promised Li Yaoyao, and let go again.

"Do you really have feelings for that little girl?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to my ear. Shen Xingqiao turned his face sideways, glanced at He Qitian, who came over at some point, was silent, and turned back again, continuing to look at the unknown scenery ahead.