The school grass is slightly sweet

Chapter 2 I touched the little hand of the male god when we met for the second time
When the moon's butt touched the solid wood sofa, he glanced at the boy next to him intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of his eye.

A head of thick, soft and shattered hair was slightly stained with the light halo of the sun, covering Xuanyue's brows that were cut like knives calmly, and all the shadows cast seemed to be captured by those dark and deep eyes. His expression looked calm.

It seemed that the waves in her eyes just now were just an illusion of hers.

The moon withdrew its gaze as if nothing had happened, and the corners of its lips slowly curled into an imperceptible arc.

She categorically gave this boy who had only seen him for a few tens of seconds the whole time, a definition - lofty.

"Come, come, sit closer, Teacher Jiang will carry the bag over."

Wang Xia enthusiastically walked over and fiddled with the camera in his hand. The camera was fashionable and elegant, and the color was beautiful and eye-catching. After taking it out, it immediately attracted the attention of all the young female teachers in the office.

The moon raised her head slightly, looked at the camera in Wang Xia's hand, and narrowed her eyes slightly dotted with starlight.

Fuji XP11, newly launched in February this year, has 2 million pixels, 1220x optical zoom, 5cm macro distance, 9-inch 2-pixel LCD screen, LCD screen viewfinder, optical image stabilization, and supports high-definition video functions. The price is about 7 yuan.

Anyone who likes photography has always paid attention to knowledge when choosing a camera. Those who buy Canon generally prefer soft colors, Nikon because of sharp colors, Bender because of noble background, Olympus because of appearance, and Sony because of I don't understand, but Fuji... is a parameter.

As expected, the teacher in front of him should be a math teacher, or maybe... not just that.

He is very familiar with how to adjust the camera, he should not be a novice, even if he had read the manual beforehand, but now he fiddled with it several times, with deliberate doubts on his brows.

Apparently adept at showing off.

A public school teacher, about 35 years old, with seniors and juniors. It is a time of hard work and hard work, but he can afford the latest Fuji models. He should be a... director?
"Hey~Director Wang, the camera you changed this time is really beautiful. We haven't seen you take it out before. Why do you take out the flowers specially dedicated to the motherland?"

A young female teacher by the window teased him with arranging materials in her hand.

Wang Xia seemed to be ready to answer, and the corners of her eyes were wrinkled, "I'm joking, I just bought this and kept it at home and didn't remember it. I brought it here as soon as school starts today. Don't worry about it." Hurry up, everyone has one, one for each person later.”

"Really?"

"Then we are really indebted to the students."

A group of young teachers started booing with each other's words.

Behind him, Jiang Han put down the water glass in his hand, walked over to look at the two classmates with a smile on his face, and took the bag between them.

When he turned his face away, he also smiled at Wang Xia, but there was obviously adulteration in that smile, "Director Wang, you have to hurry up and take pictures, we haven't talked about business yet."

Anyone who hears the sour tone will know...the deadly enemy.

Still a buddy.

Yue Yue added in her heart, her eyes followed the men's BABAMA dark shoulder bag in Jiang Han's hand.

With the same temperament, they fight and love each other. They are both math teachers, and they are not far behind.

In Mianfeng No. [-] Middle School, the most famous head teachers of Class [-] and Class [-], Wang Xia with a camera, and Jiang Han with a schoolbag, should be talking about these two in front of you.

After thinking about it, she withdrew her gaze, and glanced at the man beside her faintly and vaguely, feeling a little more calm in her heart.

No wonder a child from a rich family.

"Hey~ It's adjustable, come on, the two students sit closer."

After Wang Xia made adjustments, she set up a pose for shooting.

This was the second time he said 'sit closer', but the boy next to him obviously didn't intend to move.

Yue Yue chuckled softly, moved to the side knowingly, pretending that she didn't mind this couple photo at all - 'No.1 commemorative photo'

In fact, she can probably already imagine the ending of this photo. It was magnified and placed in a frame in the corridor, sandwiched in the densely packed school history introduction, visited by every parent of the students who came and went, and soon...their faces... as we all know.

Maybe the boy next to him is unwilling. His thin lip line is tight, his eyelids are slightly covered, and his good-looking inner pair covers most of his expression. Although his expression looks normal, but for such a difficult person Said, already considered unhappy, just used to it.

Wang Xia is already ready.

"Okay, ready, come--egg~"

'Boom~boom~boom~boom~boom~'

One second before the shooting, a text message rang suddenly in Yue Yue's trouser pocket. She quickly smiled apologetically at the teacher, reached out and took out her mobile phone.

Wang Xia just smiled, "It's okay, you read first."

Jiang Han came over with the cup he didn't drink much.

"Director Wang, your posture is quite standard."

"How about it, do you want to teach you how to learn?"

"Forget it, I never play with this thing, don't break it for you."

"See what you said..."

Yue Yue took out her mobile phone and simply entered the password, and then saw a text message from 'Nympho' flying over. When she clicked on it, it was a very stylized idiom used indiscriminately:

The well-known classmate Moon, whether you are outsmarting or seducing, whether you are trying your best or not, whether you meet ghosts and snakes or Pan Yusong'an, you must choose a class for me. The Marshal and I are here. If you can't come, just wait to be smoked to death by the marshal's stinky shoes!
How insidious.

Yue Yue looked at the last sentence and shook her head subconsciously. Just as she was about to put away her phone and prepare to take a picture, she caught Shu Lang, a boy next to her, frowning slightly out of the corner of her eye.

Impatient.

I don't like this kind of thing at all, so I can't solve it quickly, but it is delayed?

Yue Yue paused for a moment, forgot to put the phone back in his pocket, and just put it on the sofa between the two of them casually, then stretched out his hand and signaled to Wang Xia, "I'm sorry, teacher, you can start now."

"it is good."

Wang Xia happily withdrew from the chat with Jiang Han, and walked over with the camera again.

"Come on, one two three ~ look at the camera ~"

'Boom~boom~boom~boom~boom~'

"Crack!"

The text message ringtone and camera freeze sound came together.

At that time, while looking at the camera, the moon reflexively reached for the phone.

Unexpectedly, her hands inadvertently touched a warm spot, she turned her face suddenly, and the boy next to her turned her face away, and in an instant, a look of astonishment appeared in her eyes.

Thus, the picture was frozen at this moment.

The two held hands and looked at each other throbbingly.

Unfortunately it is an illusion.

He was born beautiful, but the moon at this time can only see part of it.

Under a pair of well-curved brows is a pair of shining jet-black eyes, deep and gloomy, his expression has already changed from initial stunned to cold unhappiness, even disgust, or annoyance?
Annoyed that I touched his hand?Do you think it was intentional?With his appearance, there should indeed be a lot of uninvited troubles in this regard.

I am still annoyed that I have been photographed with such a photo of being in contact with others. I am well-dressed and clean, and I don’t talk much. I don’t rule out the possibility of cleanliness.

Or...he seemed to realize that he had been watching him.

That's right, it's this one.

Such a dangerous signal popped up in Yue Yue's mind in an instant, but the danger immediately became interesting in her opinion.

It's rare to meet an opponent, isn't it interesting?

Just touching his hand was really an accident.

The moon gradually moved away from the 'taking advantage' hand, and moved it to the mobile phone that was only an inch away from the boy's hand. On the text message that flew in, there were only four words - Pan An Songyu.

That's right.

　Stretch out my rough and shameless old hand, ask everyone for a five-star evaluation vote (some of them slammed at the handsome face of Nine Brothers)

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)