Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

The three returned to the classroom, and not long after they sat down, Teacher Luo came in.

Tang Xia tidied up her desk and asked Zou Ziyu next to her, "Is the teacher going to talk about going to learn agriculture next week?"

Zou Ziyu's complexion was not very good, "Probably."

Tang Xia glanced at her and shut up silently.

These two days, Zou Ziyu seemed to be in a low mood, asking questions in a lazy manner. Tang Xia guessed that she might be in a bad mood, so she tried not to bother her.

But in fact, Tang Xia didn't know that ever since she and Han Yu reconciled, and even got along well, Zou Ziyu was unhappy.

Teacher Luo asked the class monitor Zhao Yang to issue a notice of social practice, and then said: "I mentioned it to everyone before, next week we will go to the agricultural base in the outer suburbs for a week-long practice. In the notice, let me emphasize again..."

Everyone below watched with gusto, not paying any attention to what Teacher Luo said.

Tang Xia noticed that during the five-day event, eight main items were arranged, one in the morning and one in the afternoon—Monday was knowledge lectures and planting cotton, Tuesday was hoeing and planting, Wednesday was picking and platter cooking competition, and Thursday was Straw sandal weaving and the Peasant Games. On Friday morning, there will be a cultural performance, and they will return to school in the afternoon.

The content arrangement is very rich, and Tang Xia gets excited after watching it.

"Bring more clothes. The temperature difference between day and night in the outskirts of the base is huge. Don't let me catch a cold every time I come back," Teacher Luo finally confessed, "There is still a monthly exam waiting for you."

"Ah—" There was a unanimous wailing from under the podium.

"There is another thing," Mr. Luo seemed to think of something, opened the work notes, and said after a while, "I will start the assessment and registration next month for the three-good student evaluation this semester. If some students are interested, today Or at the base next week, you can apply with me."

Two-thirds of the students in the class lacked interest, and only a few, like Zhao Yang, listened carefully with their heads up.

Qi Hui's grades are average and he has no special skills. Naturally, he is not interested in the "three good students" that Teacher Luo said. The only thing that can arouse his interest now is Ying Xuefu, the class leader and class flower of the fifth physics class next door.

Ying Xuefu was Qi Hui's classmate in junior high school, she was already beautiful and graceful at that time, and now she is in high school, she is even more amazingly beautiful.

Of course, Qi Hui is not such a superficial boy who only looks at appearances, and Ying Xuefu's studies are among the top among science students.

He has Ying Xuefu's contact information, and will send her a message if there is anything to do. But the other party is not like him, he doesn't play with his mobile phone in class, and he only replies when he goes home at night. So when Qi returns to class and is bored, he likes to browse Ying Xuefu's space, see the status of the goddess updated every few days, and then stare blankly at the few chat records.

This is still the case today.

Teacher Luo was talking on it, Qi Hui lowered his head and stretched his hands in the drawer to play with his mobile phone.

Because of his experience, Qi Hui has never been caught by the teacher in the past year and a half. But today, perhaps because the classmates around him knew that they would go out next week, and the atmosphere was relaxed, Qi Hui also unconsciously relaxed his vigilance, crossing his legs, with a relaxed posture.

But in fact, everyone who has stood on the podium knows that looking down from the top, you can see everything at a glance.

Just like now, Teacher Luo has a panoramic view of everything.

But she didn't say anything, and watched Qi Hui play with his mobile phone seriously, his eyes like knives.

The teacher is silent on the podium, and the students below will naturally focus suddenly and look in the direction she is looking.

Qi Hui's deskmate bit the bullet and bumped him with an elbow.

"Don't move," Qi Hui frowned and whispered, while muttering to himself, "I almost slipped my hand and clicked like it."

"I like you!" The tablemate laughed angrily, "The teacher is watching you!"

Qi Hui was shocked when he heard this, at first he thought his deskmate was joking, but when he looked up, he realized that Teacher Luo was indeed staring at him!

The boy hurriedly pretended to be nothing, and quietly put the phone into his sleeve.

The drawer cannot be hidden, it will be turned out once turned over. He hid it in his school uniform, so he might not be searched.

But Teacher Luo didn't come over at all, stood on the podium and said solemnly: "Take it out."

Qi replied stiffly, "Teacher, I just lowered my head and was in a daze."

"Don't make me say it a second time, or I'll call the parents directly." Teacher Luo didn't like this, with a serious face and sharp eyes.

Qi returned to his heart and said, today is considered to be planted...

Then he put his hands on the desk reluctantly, and the phone fell out of his sleeve with a "boom".

"Hand it in yourself." Teacher Luo was still not satisfied, and tapped on the podium with his knuckles, urging.

This is like being punished by your parents when you were a child, and they will ask you to pass the feather duster yourself.

Qi Hui held his breath, got up and put the phone on the podium, then turned around with a very unhappy face.

Tang Xia watched from afar, couldn't help leaning back, and said in a low voice, "Is he playing with his mobile phone in class?"

Han Yu chuckled, leaned forward, and almost clung to her ear, "What's the matter, it's not once or twice."

Zou Ziyu sat close and could hear the conversation between the two. Looking at their natural and enviable poses, she couldn't help being jealous.

They all went back to their seats, and Mr. Luo was still criticizing him—

"I'll keep it for you first, and wait until after the monthly exam to see your grades, and then consider whether to return it at that time, or return it at the end of the semester."

Qi Hui turned his head away angrily, not looking at Teacher Luo.

The same table teased him, "You can't play in other teachers' classes? Why did you choose this tigress' class?"

Qi Hui gritted his teeth and stared at his deskmate, "Are you gloating?"

In No. 1 Middle School, it is not uncommon to play with mobile phones in class, and it is also common for mobile phones to be confiscated. But at that time, smart phones were not popular, and unlocking did not require passwords or gestures. If a teacher wanted to see what was in a student's mobile phone, it was easy.

Qi went back to the phone, although there was nothing shameful about it.

but...

The homework answers shared in the class group, the indecent nicknames given to the teacher by many people in the chat history, and his shameless selfies...

Qi Hui got goose bumps just thinking about it.

There is also a chat between him and Ying Xuefu! If someone sent a message and didn't wait for him to reply, how angry would he be?

Of course this is not the most important.

After all, Qi Hui is a loyal man, if Luo Yaoqiu really looked at his phone, it would be nothing to lose face, but if he hurt his classmates, it would be a serious crime.

So after class, Qi Hui went to the office to plead with Mr. Luo with a cheeky face.

He was soft-spoken, feeling like he had said all the good things in his life, but the stern woman still had a straight face, and she only said one sentence to perfunctory him—

"As long as you do well in the monthly exam, I will pay you back."

Test test! What a fart! How could he do well in the exam!

Qi Hui lied, "Teacher, my parents are working outside, and I will be worried if I can't be contacted."

"Do you need the teacher to call your parents now to confirm?" Teacher Luo asked back.

Qi Hui quickly waved his hands, "No, no, no," he was like a discouraged ball, helpless, "But teacher, I really need a mobile phone, so you just—"

"Okay, don't talk about it," Teacher Luo interrupted him, a little angry, "If you have this time, why not study hard and prepare for the monthly exam!" His mobile phone was thrown into the last drawer and locked.

"As long as you do well in the monthly exam, the teacher will never break his promise."

Qi Hui came out of the office dejectedly.

The boy sighed as he walked, he couldn't just let it go, at least he had to get his phone first and delete the message records!

Qi Hui gritted his teeth and decided to take a risk!