There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

After half past two, the parents came one after another.

The monitor sits in the first row of seats by the podium, with a sign-in form and a pen in front of him. Every parent must sign behind his child’s name when they come in, then go to the teacher to get the transcript, and then find a place to sit. .

Qi Yan held a parent meeting for the first time, deliberately wanting to recognize his face.

"you are?"

"Hello teacher, I'm Zhou Yuxiang's father."

"Okay, sign in first."

"Is it Teacher Qi? I'm Guo Shiying's mother. I almost went to the next class just now..." A middle-aged woman came in and smiled embarrassedly at her.

Qi Yan smiled and said it was okay, motioned for her to sign in, and bowed his head to get the transcript.

There was a clear and powerful sound of high heels in the corridor outside the door, from far to near, all the way into the classroom, and then, a familiar cold fragrance filled the room.

Like icy citrus, but also like heavy sandalwood.

Qi Yan paused and raised his head abruptly.

His eyes met at that moment.

"Teacher Qi, what a coincidence."

...CHAPTER 2...

Lu Zhiqiao was startled, with a guilty conscience, and pressed his face with the back of his hand: "It's okay, it's a bit hot." Then he pulled a tissue and handed it over, "wipe the sweat and take off his coat."

"Oh."

She leaned over to the back and took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid, "Drink some water, don't drink too much, just finished running."

The girl took off her school uniform jacket and took two sips of water.

"How did you adjust to school? Are you still used to it?"

"Well, it's fine."

Lu Zhiqiao nodded to himself, stroked the broken hair, feeling a little hot, and wanted to untie the top button to let it breathe. When he suddenly thought of the dense traces on his body, his fingers froze.

Last night, the man asked for | to take the limitlessness, as if to tear her. He thought that after a night, they would have no intersection, but he didn't expect fate to be such a wonderful thing.

What evil fate.

That's the child's teacher.

Lu Zhiqiao suddenly felt a sense of shame on his back, like sitting on pins and needles, and he became less and less aware of how to face the child.

"Your class teacher..." She sighed softly, pulled up the collar, and turned to look at her daughter, "I remember you said that it teaches Chinese?"

"Uh-huh."

"do you like her?"

"I like it, Teacher Qi is beautiful." Lu Wei answered without thinking, her black eyes were bright, and after thinking about it again, thinking she had an opinion on Qi Yan, he asked carefully:

"Mom, do you like Teacher Qi?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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