Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 672 Confession Please Be Early (14)

The afternoon sun was blazing.

The original master has learned piano and practiced it for more than ten years. She has practiced since she was a child. She is not a music major, but she has passed the non-professional piano tenth grade.

It is not difficult for her to go to class, not to mention that the students are not as difficult as she imagined.

Ji Ge doesn't know, she looks very intimidating in the eyes of the students, unlike those teachers who love to laugh or look friendly, the eldest lady looks calm, with lowered eyes, she doesn't seem easy to get close to.

Ji Ge is not a soft and sweet appearance. Unlike the teenage girls who have not yet left the ivory tower, the beautiful girl's nails are decorated with rhinestones, and she is wearing a lavender chiffon dress. The skirt hangs down to her ankles, fluttering, The water mist generally dispersed gently.

There is a mature and lazy beauty that is different from the young and immature students, Yujie Fan Laman.

Ji Ge checked the computer and pretended not to see the gaze from behind the classroom.

The music class is mainly to relax the students, especially the music class in the third year of senior high school. After all, the pressure is too great, and they are not expected to learn any tunes.

—Richard Clayderman's Starry Night.

At the end of a music class, Ji Ge, as a sub-subject teacher, didn't have to delay the class, and said get out of class was over on time.

If it is a new teacher who is very close, the students should stay and talk to her to get closer, but Jige doesn't seem to be very close, so the students looked at each other, although they were a little reluctant, but still Reluctantly left the classroom, it was almost time to leave soon.

Ji Ge covered the piano with gauze, and was not in a hurry to leave, dangling his calf, not knowing what to think.

Her bag was next to her, and the girl took it out, and found a bag of chocolate fudge that she had just bought, and when she looked up, she found that not everyone had left.

The candy that Ji Ge hadn't had time to chew was choked in his throat, he couldn't get up or down.

What to do, this doesn't seem to fit the image of a dignified teacher.

"Sister, what a coincidence." The boy stepped forward and sat down in the front row not far from Jige with a smile.

"What a coincidence," Ji Ge spread out his hands, revealing the candy in his palm: "Do you want it?"

The candy wrapped in tan sugar paper lay on the white and tender palm, making the girl's skin white and crystal clear.

An Lian picked up one, and the young man's fingertips inevitably touched the sensitive palm. Ji Ge curled up his fingers involuntarily, and met the young man's obedient expression: "Yes."

The candy wrapper is peeled off, and the chocolate will flow out of the thick inner core with just one bite, which is sweet and greasy.

An Lian doesn't really like such overly sweet snacks, but she seems to like it after watching Ji Ge: "Won't my sister feel tired?"

"I think it's okay," Ji Ge tried to change the subject, and asked earnestly, "Are you going to have no class next session?"

"Next self-study class." An Lian saw Ji Ge's intention to drive him away: "It doesn't matter if I come back to the classroom later."

Have a sweet tooth?
An Lian is not very interested in anything, but he has a good memory, and he heard a few words about the classic characters of animation from his classmates during class.

The kind of tsundere young lady who seems to be dismissive of everything and has her eyes above her head, but loves sweets, and often steals them where people can't see them, is a very interesting contrast.

The last bit of sweetness disappears on the tip of the tongue.

An Lian's eyebrows and eyes curved in a pleasant arc, and her black hair fell down softly, like a beautiful young man carefully carved from crystal. She thought casually, the girl was chewing candy just now, her cheeks were slightly bulging, she was really cute.

It seems that even the air is filled with a touch of sweetness.

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(End of this chapter)