Chapter 221

Leaves gently come to pull, go like the wind.

She became the queen in the eyes of countless boys and the adoration object in the eyes of countless girls in Zhuque middle school. Even, because of the arrival of Ye gentleness, Fang Yan suddenly found that Zhuque middle school had a fashion of black clothes and black pants.

What's more surprising is that it's not spread from students, but from the school's female teachers.

It turns out that every woman has a queen's dream.

No matter which female teacher is wearing black leather clothes, black leather pants, black high-heeled shoes, wearing a small scarf around her neck and going to the platform, it will arouse the students' enthusiastic cheers.

Fang Yan has not been affected by anything, just like going to class and eating and sleeping.

Fang Yan stood on the platform and said with a smile, "I have arranged the homework. I hope you can think about it after you go back, though I can't check whether you have thought about it or not. Well, that's the end of today's course. It's over. "

Fang Yan finished, carrying the rarely opened Chinese textbook toward the office.

"Teacher Fang Yan -" someone shouted behind him.

Fang Yan looks back and sees qianyexun standing behind with a smile.

He stopped and asked with a smile, "qianyexun, do you have anything to do with me?"

Qianyexun's mouth is open, but she can't express her ideas in Chinese. She has been in China for a while. She has learned some simple Chinese pronunciation in China before, but she still can't be as fluent as other students.

Most of Fang Yan's lessons or those of other teachers are incomprehensible to her. We can only rely on self-study and tutoring after class.

Of course, she doesn't care how many points she can get in each exam. What she cares about is whether she can accept the influence of pure Chinese culture and get the mystery of the ultimate tea ceremony.

What she is really looking for is why Qin Yitian can win himself in the competition of tea ceremony? This is her only destination in China.

A simple and stubborn girl!

"Teacher Fang Yan, can I speak English?" Qianyexun smiled apologetically and asked Fang Yan.

"Yes." Fang Yan nods. "My English level may be the same as your Chinese level, so try to be as simple as possible -"

"thank you." Chiba bowed to thank you. "Mr. Fang Yan, I know you will compete with my father. Is that right?"

Fang Yan looks at qianyexun with burning eyes, and ponders the potential meaning of this girl's question. Isn't it better to pretend that you don't know?

Fang Yan nodded and said, "it's your father who challenges me. I'm still thinking about whether to go or not. As you know, our recent courses are relatively tight. My profession is Chiba Xun's Chinese teacher rather than Chiba's sword training opponent."

"I think you will go, will you?" Said Chiba.

Fang Yan frowned and said, "why do you say that?"

"It's an intuition." Qianyexun's smile is gentle and sweet. It comes from the humility and obedience in her bones, which makes people have no antipathy to her. "Maybe it's a man's dignity, maybe it's your pursuit of extreme Kendo or national righteousness - I think you will go."

"Are you looking forward to it?" Fang Yan asked. There is a faint anger in my heart. What's the matter with this girl? Your brother bullied my students and I beat them. As a result, your family tried everything possible to beat me. It was Ninja attack and Chiba army challenge. Even so, I still let you study in my classroom with a big heart and a great spirit of fraternity. You can't answer the questions. I asked you to stand at the door. Did you deduct more points from your Chinese test paper? Although you only got five points, I didn't Do you know how to deduct points so that you won't be found out all of a sudden?

"How can I say that?" Chiba gently shakes her head. "There are expectations, more tension. I don't want my father to lose to you, because I know that he has devoted his whole life to the pursuit of the highest kendo. This war means a lot to him - "

" then my parents didn't give me birth just to let people beat me. " Fang Yan said with a bad face. You don't want your dad to lose, so you expect me to lose? Do you want me to let your father go?

Fang Yan thought that he hoped that he could be very proud and proud to say that you can rest assured that I will not kill him and I will beat him half to death - if he can.

"Miss Fang Yan, you misunderstood me." "I don't want my father to lose, but I don't want you to lose - you are a good teacher, a respected teacher," Chiba explained quickly in English. I can see from the eyes of other students that they like you and adore you. You are what they look like. I don't think they want you to lose. "

Fang Yan looks at Chiba Xun in confusion. She doesn't want her father to lose or herself to lose, but since it's a competition, there will be a win or lose.Fang Yan will go all out, and the thousand leaves department will not stay.

This is the respect for the opponent and the whole body.

"It's a real contradiction." Chiba smoked long hair, eyes full of sincerity, said: "just hope that you can get what you want. At that time, I will go to the scene to cheer you on. "

Fang Yan patted Chiba on the shoulder and said, "you are a good student, just like the other students in class 9."

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one Zhang Yuan!

"Isn't it good here?" Qin Yitian looked at the boundless beauty and asked aloud.

Blue water, blue sky and distant mountains are like Dai. The gentle breeze and the setting sun are really good scenery on earth.

"A Zhang Yuan, a Zhang is heaven, a Zhang is hell." Fang Yan said with a smile. "How do you think of having dinner here?"

After the material life is satisfied, people begin to seek the enjoyment of spiritual life. Seeking novelty, novelty and stimulation.

For example, it is said that there will be another ten grade typhoon coming to climb the ice and snow covered world, which has a sense of collapse. In front of nature, human beings are really small.

Anyway, as long as the power is on and on, Lao Liu will continue to code.

Thank you for your phone message and support. Thank you for your persistence in any situation.

Thank you for your insulting and attacking readers who said Lao Liu was blown away by the typhoon and killed by the electric pole. You don't like Lao Liu. At least you like Lao Liu's novels.

Good luck! I wish myself peace