There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Because he was not very close, Qi Yan couldn't see what the man in the photo looked like, and was irritable for no reason, but it was obvious that Lu Zhiqiao didn't want to tell her. She was acquainted and didn't ask any more.

With Qi Yan's help, the hygiene at home was cleaned up quickly.

This person has to rush to do everything, but Lu Zhiqiao refused. There is no reason to let the teacher go to his own house to clean the toilet, so she only meant to let her wipe the dust and dry the clothes. The two of them went downstairs with the scraps together.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sun is warm on the body, but there is still a bit of cool breeze drilling into the pores, the ground is full of withered yellow leaves, creaking when stepping on, and the flowerbeds and sports equipment are covered with bedding.

The two walked side by side, and the shadows were stretched long and merged closely behind them.

"Go upstairs to my place?" Qi Yan grabbed the hands of the people around him and slowed down.

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback, curled up his fingers, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Ordinary people understand that this is asking what is wrong, but when Qi Yan heard it, she changed her taste. She raised her lips and smiled, leaning forward, and said in a very ambiguous tone: "Just do what you want. what."

The strength of the hand suddenly became heavy, and he clenched it tightly, and the warm|hot skin was delicate and smooth.

Lu Zhiqiao blushed at the time, struggling lightly, did not break away, turned his head pretentiously and ignored it.

"Just kidding." Qi Yan said softly, "I have something to show you."

She doesn't believe it.

"Do not lie to you."

"There is no object to lying." Qi Yan swears poisonously.

Lu Zhiqiao's face was sullen, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little, which was funny. A dead leaf fluttered and fell on her head, and she raised her hand and brushed it away, before faintly saying, "I believe you for the time being."

The number of visits to Qi Yan's house is very few, every time there is serious business, but back and forth, so that in Lu Zhiqiao's view, 902 is a wolf's den. But as soon as she walked in this time, she felt something was wrong.

The TV background wall was empty, and the artistic photo was missing.

Lu Zhiqiao looked around while changing his shoes. He came back because he was anxious about the child's condition. He didn't pay attention and didn't know when the photo disappeared. She wanted to ask, but was molested by Qi Yan a lot and learned a lesson, so she swallowed the words to her lips, retracted her gaze, and pretended not to see it.

"What do you want to show me?"

"follow me."

Qi Yan took her hand, went into the study, drew the curtains open, and the golden sunlight from outside came in.

The study is not big, with a set of tables and chairs and a bookcase that covers the entire wall. There is a mobile hanger next to it. When Lu Zhiqiao came in, he first saw the picture of Luo female on the wall. He hurriedly moved his eyes away and fell on the hanger.

Hanging on the shelves are all kinds of clothes, long skirts, short skirts, and cloak suspenders. There is a little exposed here, and there is an empty one. Nothing can completely cover the whole body.

"Prepare it for you, I will wear these when filming." Qi Yan stretched out his slender fingers to fiddle, picked a set of red bikinis, and stuck it in front of her, "How is it, does it look good?"

Bikini has always been known for its sense of sex, and red is synonymous with unrestrained passion. The combination of the two is especially showy. This thing can barely cover three points, which is equivalent to wearing nothing.

Lu Zhiqiao is a land duck. She hasn't worn her swimsuit a few times since she was a child, let alone a bikini. She took a step back, avoiding the dazzling red, and frowned at Qi Yan: "Didn't you mean you can wear clothes?"

"Bikini are also clothes." Qi Yan smiled, "Although the fabric is saved a bit..."

"no."

"You promised me."

Lu Zhiqiao choked and frowned.

If she doesn't owe too much favor to Qi Yan, she can refuse without hesitation, but now she has drawn a circle for herself, and it is hard to repent. It is said that the human debt is hard to pay, and what she owes Qi Yan is like a snowball, which is getting bigger and bigger.

"Except for bikinis." She thought for a long time and insisted.

Qi Yan gave in generously: "Okay."

Lu Zhiqiao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling panic on his face, turned around to go out, and was suddenly hugged from behind. The good smell of shampoo rushed over and wrapped around the tip of her nose, and Qi Yan's soft voice was on the side of her ears: "I I won’t force you to do things you don’t want. I’m very satisfied if you can promise my model."

After finishing talking, she kissed her earlobe and consciously let go.

Lu Zhiqiao trembled, his thoughts surged, and his throat suddenly became blocked...

It has been sunny for many consecutive days, the temperature has slowly risen, and there is a vague tendency to break through 25 degrees, and it will enter the warm early winter in the blink of an eye.

Lu Wei had already returned to school for class. The little girl was so good and honest, she kept her mother's words in mind, she didn't mention a word to her classmates, and she didn't show excessive positivity in the Chinese class.

On the contrary, Qi Yan glanced at Lu Wei intentionally or unintentionally during class, and always thought of the child in the office when class was not in class, thinking of the child’s mother, and laughing when sitting alone, so that all colleagues around him thought she was about to be good, so they made her want her. Send wedding candy as soon as possible.

There is no class this afternoon, but there will be a meeting at 4:30. The head teachers of each class must be present. Qi Yan is boring sitting in the office. He has prepared the lessons and read the books. He is unwilling to talk to other female teachers about her husband and children. , So decided to go on patrol.

The second class is taking math class. I just finished the weekly test yesterday. Today I am talking about the test paper. The math teacher is Xu Shoukui. He is a middle-aged uncle, tall and strong, with a thick voice that can be heard from afar.

"The mid-term exam plus two weekly tests, I have probably figured out your background, the average is very good, but there are always so few students who fail the exam!"

"Look at it, it's you, Lu Wei!"

Xu Shoukui suddenly roared. The eyes under the two wine bottles were wide and round. He raised his finger to the girl sitting inside by the window. Then he walked down like a gust of wind and took her test paper to show to the class-that huge The bright red score of 37 is very eye-catching.

"Such a simple question, a 37-point test, you have a pig's brain?! I think pigs are not as stupid as you!"

"You learn to learn, learn to have an egg! Go home and go to sleep!"

With a wave of his hand, he threw the test paper to the girl, gave her a fierce look, and turned back to the podium. Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall on that thick wall, he patted the sleeves of the assault jacket, raised his chin slightly, and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "From today, all those who failed the math exam will be sitting on the edge of the podium. ."

The whole class was in an uproar.

The little girl sat quietly, with her head buried very low, her little baby-fat face burning red, and her shoulders trembling slightly. For a long while, in full view, she slowly walked to the edge of the podium, squatted down, wrapped her arms around her knees, and curled up into a ball.

The back door of the classroom was open, and Qi Yan leaned against the door in a daze, seeing everything clearly, no one found her. The hand hanging on his side was clenched into a fist, and the palm was dull and painful. An anger was boiling in the body, but it had to be suppressed.

If it were another teacher, she might be able to stop the comfort, but Xu Shoukui...

This person is in his early fifties and is one of the oldest teachers in the attached high school. The parents of some of the children present were his students. His traditional thinking is stale, and he hates students with poor grades. He used to beat and scold at every turn. Now the times and the atmosphere are different. He has a little restrained, but he also humiliates his children from time to time.

Among his colleagues, Xu Shoukui is also considered the most difficult to deal with. He always despises young teachers because of his seniority, and sometimes it is difficult to communicate.

But she couldn't just watch.

Going bigger, the school explicitly prohibits insulting and corporal punishment of students. If something happens to the child, no one can take responsibility. When she gets younger, as a class teacher, she can’t ignore the children in her class. Besides, it’s Lu Zhiqiao’s daughter. She has no blood relationship, but is affectionate. She is a little selfish...

Qi Yan took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the back door, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Teacher Xu, excuse me, is it convenient to come out?"

Dozens of pairs of eyes swept back, the boy in the back row playing with the mobile phone was so frightened, he hurriedly stuffed it into the drawer.

Xu Shoukui also looked over, raised his chin, but walked out through the front door, standing still in the corridor. Qi Yan didn't bother to care about him, walked two steps over, lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Xu, I know you are strict with your students. Now there are not many good teachers like you who are experienced and responsible..."

First flatter.

"These children have just transitioned from elementary school to junior high school, and they may not be comfortable for a while. We should be more patient as teachers. If the children make mistakes, you can reprimand them, but corporal punishment is not appropriate."

"Moreover, in case something happens to the child, the parents are not easy to explain."

Although the words were smooth and thoughtful, her eyes were always cold, and her smile was not in the bottom of her eyes. She made up her mind that if Xu Shoukui didn't listen, she would tear her face with him today and also protect Lu Wei.

The so-called courtesy first and soldiers later, she has never been afraid of leading her, will she be afraid of this bad old man?

Xu Shoukui's face was blue and white. He was obviously dissatisfied with Qi Yan's interference in his teaching, but he reached out his hand and didn't hit the smiley person. He wanted to give the head teacher a bit of face, so he didn't smile and said, "Yes, hehe."

In the face of Qi Yan, Xu Shoukui asked Lu Wei to return to his seat. He hadn't said that before, and continued the class.

…

After the meeting, just after five o'clock, the sun slowly sank to the west, and the sky appeared slightly dark.

There were only three classes in the afternoon on the first and second day of the junior high school. The school time had already passed, and the students on duty were almost gone. The entire south teaching building was quiet and empty. Qi Yan came out of the office, passed through the empty corridor, and was about to go down the stairs. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a girl in school uniform and ponytail squatting in the corner, which was quite familiar.

"Lu Wei?"

The little girl squatted by the wall crying, her body twitched, she raised her head when she heard the sound, her face was covered with tears, her eyes and nose were red.

"Ms. Qi..." She stood up with choking.

Qi Yan's heart trembled, frowned, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug her: "What's the matter?" He brushed off the broken hair on the girl's forehead and wiped her tears with his hands. "If you don't cry or cry, who is bullying you? Tell me. I."

Lu Wei was sobbing as he was about to speak, and the phone he had been holding in his hand vibrated—it was his mother's phone.

She stopped sobbing instantly, coughed twice, cleared her throat, and then connected: "Mom..." The crying voice was difficult to conceal, and the gasp was uncontrollable, so she bit her lip.

But it was still exposed.

"It's okay, I accidentally bumped my head just now, it hurts."

"Hmm, I will."

"good."

"Goodbye mom..."

Qi Yan was stunned as he watched aside.