Teacher, she snatched my milk tea!

Ji Xiran's life is very beautiful recently.

Ever since she learned about the joy of molesting Wen Xinyan, she has been molesting her tirelessly.

And the skill of talking about love is getting more and more superb.I have already practiced to the point where I can say a lot of love words to my computer.

Zhu Tang was on the opposite bed to her, and their dormitory was on and off the bed. When Ji Xiran was sitting on the chair in front of the desk talking about love, she turned her back to her and heard the words clearly, and then couldn't help but feel numb.

Picking up a book of classical literature, shaking the goosebumps on her body, and saying to others, "Oh my god, did Lao Ji take the wrong medicine? What is she doing in such a clear day!"

"You're just in love." Ji Xiran twitched an orchid finger, smiling charmingly and softly, "I'm praising the beautiful nature. The spring in March is so bright. You guys know a lot."

"Go, go, estrus, just estrus, what excuses do you have?" Liu Xiaoguo sternly accused her, and then collapsed in front of the desk with his head in his arms. "Ah, ah, I'm going to die. There are so many books. The professor wants to kill us. I can't understand and recite the classical literature and literary history. What the hell is this poet with such a long name? I can't read it ahhhh!"

At the beginning of the new semester, they added a few more courses. In addition to the original basic courses, there were also linguistics, classical literature, literary history, modern literature, tea ceremony and flower arrangement.

Their professors may be determined to train them into a group of outstanding women, not only teaching them cultural knowledge, but also letting them learn things that can soak up their temperament.

Other students complained a lot, but Ji Xiran felt that this was a good opportunity, not to mention that she studied very seriously, and she herself even signed up for a hot yoga class.

Ever since she saw Wen Xinyan's nude body last time, she has been working harder, touching the soft flesh of her belly, wanting to cry without tears.She must work hard to get in shape, and try not to lose to Wen Meiren!

"Okay, sisters, stop howling, let's go to class quickly, so as not to be criticized again for being late."

Qi Zhiying resigned to her fate, put a stack of books into her schoolbag, and took a group of sisters to teach six classes with the demeanor of the head of the dormitory.

Jiaoliu is a geomantic treasure.

The reason for saying this is not because this place has good feng shui, but because the environment of this place is good.

There are two large French windows on one side of the classroom, and many flowers and trees are planted outside the windows. In spring, especially when the flowers are blooming, the red and green outside the window is so beautiful that people feel that they are in a fairyland.

It is said that more than a dozen colleges think this place is good, quiet enough for their students to study quietly, and they are secretly competing for the right to use this classroom.But in the end, it was the dean of their school who had the better skills and arranged all the classes of the children of the foreign language school here on the grounds that the classroom of teaching sixth is small.

The other colleges couldn't help but hate it.Their School of Foreign Languages ​​has small elite classes. Except for those in the English department, there are absolutely no more than [-] students in each class of other languages. Every time the professors come to the classroom for class, they can take a glance at the classroom to know who is not here. Possibly, absenteeism is absolutely not allowed.

This was the rush hour for classes, and the elevators were so packed that they couldn't get up at all. A few people had no choice but to climb the stairs. By the time they reached the eighth floor, they were almost exhausted.

There are still a few minutes before class starts, but the faint sound of reading has already been heard in the classroom.Ji Xiran took the lead, thinking that class was over, and before he pushed the door open, he hurriedly said in Japanese, "Sorry, we're late."

The others followed behind her and quickly apologized.

"Come in, you haven't attended class yet." After she finished apologizing, an unfamiliar gentle voice came from the podium.

Several people nodded, ran in quickly, sat down and took out the books one by one.

Ji Xiran put the book away, and when he looked up, he was stunned when he saw the person standing on the podium.

Isn't this the woman who walked very close to the chairman that day?

Before she could think about it, the class bell rang, and the woman standing on the podium bowed and introduced herself to them in a very standard Tokyo accent. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Yan Xu. This semester, I will be teaching the history of literature and classical and modern literature. Please give me your advice."

After she finished speaking, she wrote the word "Yan Xu" on the blackboard.

Her handwriting is in authentic running script in Yan style. Zhu Tang's grandfather carved seals for others. She has been fascinated by these things since she was a child. When she saw it, she was surprised and said, "Teacher, your handwriting is so beautiful. It is Yan style. Yan Zhenqing's surname is Yan." , Mr. Yan, your surname is also Yan, do you have any relationship?"

Yan Xu smiled, and his words were extremely gentle, "Except that they are all surnamed Yan, it shouldn't matter."

Zhu Tang's mention made Ji Xiran think of it.Yan Zhenqing has nothing to do with this teacher Yan, but senior sister Yan and this teacher Yan are definitely related.

After all, their names are Xu and Xu, and they both have the surname Yan. If it doesn't matter, it's a ghost!

After Yan Xu introduced himself, he asked them to flip through the book and began to briefly tell them about the history of literature.

But a gentle, young and beautiful beautiful teacher is standing on the podium, where are everyone's thoughts still here?All gossip.

"Teacher, I heard that you are a Ph.D. graduate from Keio University, where you studied your undergraduate, master, and doctoral degrees. Is it true?"

"Teacher, you look so young, do you have a boyfriend?"

The ability of sisters to gossip when they see beautiful women is definitely no less than that of men.

Although Jiang Zheng is the only boy in the class, he has been automatically sistered by the beauties in the class, so it is not his turn to gossip. The people in the class have already started asking questions like checking household registration.

Yan Xu didn't expect the children in China to be so enthusiastic. She showed a softer smile and replied in Japanese, "I'm still single, just graduated from university, and I'm worried about not being able to find a job, so I got relief from your professor." .”

After she finished speaking sentence by sentence, the hearts of the girls in the class almost melted.Liu Xiaoguo exaggeratedly covered his heart, and secretly said to them, "Teacher Yan is so good, at first glance, she is the type who is delicate and soft and easy to push down..."

Speaking of the island country adjacent to them, apart from the generational hatred between the two countries, it is the "action movies" and rice cookers of the island country that most impress ordinary Chinese.

Liu Xiaoguo’s dream is to have a gentle young lady shouting ya.蠛.dieya.蠛.die in her ear, so every time she reads the word ya.蠛.die, she has to giggle and fantasize for 10 minutes .

Qi Zhiying kicked her, "Fuck you, you're watching AV behind our backs again."

Liu Xiaoguo chuckled, "Sister, do you want resources, I can share them."

"Fuck you." Qi Zhiying refused to accept pornography, gambling, and drug thinking.

After Yan Xu said this, she saw the children in the class whispering even more fiercely. After all, it was the first time teaching someone in class, and she was a little at a loss.

When she was a little flustered standing on the stage, she remembered that before the class came, the old professor told her that if she felt that the students were too skinny to teach by herself, she should ask the class monitor to take care of the discipline.

So, she tried to calm down, glanced down the stage, and said softly, "Which one is the monitor?"

"I am." Ji Xiran stood up abruptly, "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

"Ah, you're not..." Yan Xu recognized her as the girl from last night, nodded with a smile, and whispered a little embarrassedly, "Can you tell them to stop talking, we're about to start class."

Am I the teacher, or are you the teacher? Didn't you do this kind of thing?

Ji Xiran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but seeing that Mr. Yan was gentle and seemed to be a novice, he didn't know much about it, so he nodded and agreed, "Sisters, stop talking, class is over."

Although Ji Xiran is sometimes poor-mouthed, the head of the class still listens to her very much, and as expected, he stopped talking and picked up his books one by one.

After Ji Xiran finished speaking, he smiled at the people on the podium. Yan Xu looked at her as if he was very moved, his eyes sparkled, he nodded to her, and slowly turned the pages of the book.

Yan Xu is very educated, this is what Ji Xiran discovered when she was teaching.

Her pronunciation is similar to that of an orthodox Tokyo person, and her Mandarin is also standard enough to be a broadcaster. Every gesture and gesture has the unique charm of women.

The morning class passed quickly, the others packed up their things, and rushed to the cafeteria impatiently, while Ji Xiran sat on his seat and slowly organized his books.

Wen Xinyan and the others were teaching the No. [-] class next door, and the old man who taught them was procrastinating again. In order to wait for her to eat together, she could only move slowly.

"Is your name Ji Xiran?" Yan Xu packed up his things, saw that she hadn't left yet, walked to her seat, and spoke to her in a warm voice. "Yesterday, Qing Yan told me that you are her junior, and you also read Japanese, so let me take care of you."

"Qing Yan?" Ji Xiran looked puzzled, "Mr. Yan, can I ask, who is that?"

It was only then that Yan Xu remembered that the brothers and sisters used this name to call each other, and quickly added, "Ah, it's Yan Xu, and Qing Yan is her name."

My goodness, what age is this, and they still use calligraphy.

She is now sure that Senior Sister Yan is a slut, and it is not the kind of smoldering slut, but the slut of at least a thousand-year-old family with background.

Ji Xiran's surprised mouth is ready to stuff an egg, and it has always been her dream to be friends with local tyrants!

Yan Xu has just graduated from university, and she still has a strong bookish look on her body. When talking to her, she doesn't have any airs of a teacher, and said softly, "It's getting late, are you going to eat? As a reward for helping me today , can I treat you?"

There is a free meal, so of course Ji Xiran will not refuse, but she still wants to live with Wen Meiren.

While hesitating, Yan Xu walked in from the door, "Cousin, are you ready yet? Let's go have dinner together?"