he's not, he's not

The start of school came too fast like a tornado, the sophomores were still enjoying their holidays, and the seniors were already suffering in the steamer-like classroom.

The head teacher walked around the class twice with his hands behind his back, without saying a word, stopping from time to time to look at his summer homework, like a rent-collecting landlady, squinting at this and that, cooperating with the endless The chirping of cicadas makes people flustered.

"I won't say what I have to say. You all know it in your heart. Those who don't count can be transferred to other classes as soon as possible. Don't get in my way here." He leaned back on the podium, and his eyes wandered to You Xiaoxiu's head. Especially pointed out: "Get ready, get ready for the test tomorrow."

You Xiaoxiu shuddered and accelerated the speed of brushing up the questions.

He was sitting by the window, a plump figure floated past the window, he ignored it, and after a while the shadow came back, casting a large shadow on his table, back and forth several times, he wondered Looking up, I saw the grade teacher lying on the crack of the door looking into their class, describing it as very sneaky.

The head teacher was busy with his own affairs on the podium, but didn't notice him, You Xiaoxiu thought for a while, and raised her hand to remind: "Teacher, the head teacher seems to have something to ask you."

"Huh?" The homeroom teacher looked out and met the eyes of the grade teacher, who was even more nervous than him, and hid by the wall like a fat orange cat.

The one who should come can't escape.

"Self-study."

He put down the red pen and walked out.

The grade teacher didn't want to call the class teacher out, they had a faculty meeting later, he was going to the meeting, but when he passed the door of the class teacher's class, thinking of the content of those novels, he couldn't help but came up to take a peek. Cheng Xiang directly saw the person.

The grade director was panicked.

The head teacher walked towards him like a huge pathogen, exuding a perverted sickness all over his body.

"Director, what can I do for you?"

The homeroom teacher spoke first, and the grade teacher involuntarily took two steps back and smiled: "The trade union will be held later, have you received the notice?"

He was really looking for something to say, but it had another meaning in the head teacher's ears.

This fat pig wants to expose me in public.

The head teacher didn't change his face: "Got it, I'll go over after I arrange the students."

The grade teacher nodded and did not leave, looking at the class teacher with curious eyes.

I can't tell, a guy who is quite Zhou Zhengjun actually likes men, and also writes that kind of low-level novels.

The teacher in charge was stared at by him so uncomfortable, he was now full of excuses, waiting to meet the storm later, and asked directly: "Director? Is there anything else?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The grade director rolled his eyes and asked again: "Teacher, you haven't talked about friends yet, have you? I remember you are single?"

"Yes, I haven't considered starting a family yet."

The grade director let out a long "Oh" and said with a sly look: "Do you have any boyfriend or girlfriend?"

head teacher:"?"

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

"What am I in a hurry for?"

"Your family is not in a hurry?"

The grade director shook his head and sighed: "If I were your parents, I would definitely be in a hurry." He pursed his lips and made a earnest look, and said with flickering eyes: "Teacher in class, you are still young, and you have some choices, so be careful, don't Lead yourself astray."

The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry.The head teacher sneered in his heart, he understood that the grade teacher had become interested in his sexual orientation, and probably thought that he must be a homosexual when he wrote gay pornography.

The teacher in charge suddenly had a bottom line in his mind, and even became a little malicious.

"It's okay, my parents are not in a hurry." He smiled and said suddenly, "Director, have you heard a word before?"

"What?"

"Homophobia is closet."

The grade director reacted for a while, his eyes widened in horror.