Ye Wenwen came and went like the wind.
She became the queen in the hearts of countless boys in Suzaku Middle School, and the idol of worship in the hearts of countless girls. Even because of Ye Wenrou's arrival, Fang Yan suddenly discovered that the fashion of black clothes and black pants had become popular in Zhuque Middle School.
What's even more surprising is that it didn't spread from the students, but started from the female teacher in the school.
It turns out that every woman has a dream of being a queen.
No matter which female teacher walks on the podium wearing a black leather jacket, black leather pants, black high heels, and a small scarf tied around her neck, she will arouse enthusiastic cheers from the students.
Fang Yan was not affected in any way and continued to eat and sleep in the classroom as usual.
Fang Yan stood on the podium and said with a smile: "Qiye has already arranged it. He hopes that we will think about it carefully when we go back, although he can't check whether we have thought about it or not." Okay, that’s the end of tomorrow’s class, East Class. "
After Fang Yan finished speaking, he walked towards the office carrying the rarely opened Chinese textbook.
"Teacher Fang Yan-----" someone shouted from behind.
Fang Yan turned around and saw Qianye Xun, wearing a Suzaku school uniform, standing behind him with a smile on his face.
He stopped and asked with a smile: "Classmate Chiba Xun, do I have anything to do with him?"
Qianye Xun's mouth opened, but he couldn't express his thoughts in Chinese. She has been in China for a while, and she has learned some simple Chinese pronunciation abroad before, but she still cannot speak as fluently as other students.
She could not understand most of the lessons taught by Fang Yan or other teachers. Just rely on after-school self-study and tutoring.
Of course, she doesn't care about how many points she can get in each exam. What she cares about is whether she can receive the influence of pure Chinese culture and whether she can obtain the secret of the ultimate tea ceremony.
What she is really looking for is why Qin Yitian can beat herself in the tea ceremony competition? That was her only purpose in going to China.
A simple and stubborn girl!
"Teacher Fang Yan, can he speak English?" Qianye Xun asked with an apologetic smile, looking at Fang Yan.
"Okay." Fang Yan nodded. "His English level is the same as my Chinese level, so try to be as simple as possible-----"
"Thank you." Qianye Xun bowed and thanked. "Teacher Fang Yan, he knows that I will compete with his father. Is that so?"
Fang Yan looked at Qianye Xun with burning eyes, wondering about the potential meaning of the girl's question. Wouldn't it be better to pretend you don't know something
Fang Yan nodded and said: "No, my father challenged him. He was thinking about whether to go or not. I also know that our recent courses are tight, and his profession is Qianye Xun's Chinese teacher." It’s true that Chiba’s sword practice was on the wrong foot.”
"He thinks I will definitely go, right?" Qianye Xun said.
Fang Yan frowned and said, "Why do you say that?"
"It's just an intuition." Qianye Xun's smile is gentle and sweet, and it comes from the humility and obedience in her bones, making people unable to feel the slightest resentment against her. "Maybe it's a man's dignity, maybe we're talking about the wrong pursuit of extreme kendo or national justice - he thought, I will definitely go."
"Am I looking forward to it?" Fang Yan asked. There was a faint anger in my heart, what happened to that girl? My younger brother bullied his students and he beat him up. It turned out that our family tried every means to beat him up, whether by sending ninjas for a sneak attack or by Chiba Hōbu's challenge. Even then, he still let me get me with his big heart, big heart and ruthless spirit. When I was studying in his classroom and I couldn’t answer the question, did he make me stand at the door as a punishment? Did he deduct too many points from me on my Chinese language test paper? Although I only got five points in the test, he didn’t know how to deduct points so that I wouldn’t be punished. As soon as one discovers----
But no, was I really looking forward to having my dad beat him up
"How do you say it?" Qianye Xun shook his head gently. "There are expectations, but even more nervousness. He doesn't want his father to lose to me, because he knows that he has devoted his whole life's efforts and energy to pursuing the highest swordsmanship, and that battle is of great significance to him - ----"
"Then his parents would have given him a beating if they had given birth to him." Fang Yan said with an unkind expression. I don’t want my dad to lose, so I just expect him to lose? I ran over and asked him, do you hope he would let my dad go
Fang Yan thought, did he hope that he could be proud and heroic and say, "Don't worry, he won't beat him to death, he will beat him half to death - if he can beat him."
"Teacher Fang Yan, I misunderstood what he meant." Qianye Xun looked anxious and explained quickly in English: "He doesn't want his father to lose, but he doesn't want me to lose either - I'm not a good person. Teacher, he is a respected teacher. He can see from the eyes of other students that they like me and admire me. I don't like them. He thought, they must not want me to lose."
Fang Yan looked at Qianye Xun with a puzzled expression. She doesn't want her father to lose, nor does she want herself to lose. However, since there is a martial arts competition, there will definitely be a winner or loser.
Fang Yan will go all out, and Qianba Bingbu will not spare any legs.
This is not the respect of the legs, but also the respect of the whole body.
"I'm really conflicted." Qianye Xun flicked his long hair, his eyes full of sincerity, and said: "As far as hope is concerned, we can all get what we want. When the time comes, he will go to the scene to help Let’s go for it.”
Fang Yan patted Qianye Xun on the shoulder and said, "I am a good student, just like the other students in Class 9."
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An abyss!
"Isn't it nice there?" Qin Yitian asked aloud as he looked at the endless beautiful scenery in front of him.
Clear water, blue sky, and distant mountains. The breeze blows gently and the sun sets in the east. It is truly a beautiful scenery in the world.
"One foot into the abyss, one foot into heaven, one foot into hell." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Why did you think of making an appointment to have dinner there?"
After material life is satisfied, people begin to look for the enjoyment of spiritual life. Seek novelty, wonder and excitement.
For example, climbing Mount Everest, the highest peak in the world covered with ice and snow, traveling through the Amazon with simple equipment where venomous snakes are rampant and wild beasts are everywhere, or going on an Antarctic expedition to find gold in the desert and eating that kind of gold nugget meal from the Orient that makes people change their outlook on life --- -Just ask for what I can’t think of, there’s nothing they can’t do.
Fang Yan feels that tomorrow's dinner is actually an adventure.
The tables and chairs were placed on the edge of the cliff. If the goblet on the table tilted slightly, Coco would fall into the canyon and be shattered to pieces. Of course, so do people.
That is the origin of the name Yizhangyuan.
The handsome waiter wearing a red shirt and a black vest diligently poured red wine into the cups in front of the two of them. Qin Yitian picked up the cup and shook it gently, saying: "Have I ever had such a feeling? When I eat When I encounter a very delicious dish, the thought will appear in my heart, Dongci must beg to be brought here to eat. When I encounter a very beautiful scenery, I will think in my heart, Dongci, He must beg to be taken to see it. When I meet something that I think is the best and most suitable to my liking, I am very eager to find another person to share it with me - just like that, that dish has value. , then the scenery has a soul.”
Qin Yitian looked at Fang Yan and said, "He discovered that restaurant three years ago. Why, he wanted to bring someone here -----"
"------" Fang Yan picked up the wine glass in front of him and drained the red wine in the glass with a bang.
Qin Yitian chuckled softly and said, "I don't have to escape or hide anything - he didn't say he wanted me to marry him now. Is that right? He wouldn't do such stupid things."
Fang Yan thanked the waiter, then took the bottle from his lap and poured himself a glass of red wine.
He is not used to the personal service of strangers. He stands by my side when I eat, and he stands by my side when I drink. When I choke on my wine or accidentally drop a piece of ribs on the table, when he is by his side, I talk humorously or He's always there for me when it comes to lame jokes - I'm even embarrassed to tell dirty jokes to my girlfriend, otherwise he'll call me a big idiot in his mind.
But if I don’t tell my female companion a dirty joke in such a beautiful and spectacular place, I’m afraid I will blame myself for being too stupid for many years to come.
In that case, Fang Yan simply sent away the annoying lights.
Having someone help you pour the wine doesn't mean you are superior to others, just someone helping you count the money.
"He is not escaping, nor is he covering up, but he is thinking that although there are a lot of negative news in the education sector, such as the scumbag principal who molested primary school students and the doctoral supervisor who molested female graduate students, no, the natural world is There is true love. His students, Fang Yan, are willing to treat him to dinner and chat with him in such a beautiful and luxurious place - as an ordinary Chinese teacher, he feels that his work is full of sacred meaning."
"Do I need to say such outrageous words to change the subject?" Qin Yitian asked with a smile while sipping red wine.
Fang Yan looked at Qin Yitian in surprise and said, "Have you seen through me again?"
Then he shook his head angrily and said, "I'm too smart. You don't feel safe with me."
Qin Yitian put down the wine glass, his dark and shining pupils looked at Fang Yan and the rays of light behind Fang Yan, and said: "Do men really like stupid girls? His mother is very smart, and she is the best in the world. Smart man, maybe his father still likes him very much."
"Then please see someone." Fang Yan said. "If I like someone, I don't care if she's smart or stupid."
"So, what are my criteria for choosing a mate?"
Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said: "Big breasts and round butt - don't look at it, I don't qualify for any of them. And there may not be much room for development in the future. We are really not suitable for each other." "
(ps: Hainan suffered the largest Category 17 typhoon in 40 years, and Lao Liu also suffered a disaster. It was windy and rainy, and the glass door of the living room flew away that morning. He rushed out to take it back and reinstall it. All the doors and windows were shaking violently, and it felt like cocoa was exploding at any moment. The drainage outlet on the balcony was not as good as the rainwater and poured into the living room. The TV cabinet was soaked in water and the sofa was soaked in water. A shirtless man ran outside with a small bucket to scoop out water. Even Even the gaps in the windows and the holes in the air-conditioning pipes are pouring water into the house, and the bedrooms and study rooms are also flooded. Without water and power, the city's network is paralyzed. Hotel rooms with generators are full and restaurants are full, making it extremely difficult to eat and sleep. Not to mention taking a bath. A luxury like poop.
The engine will start generating electricity tomorrow at noon, and the network will finally be connected. Lao Liu will quickly write a chapter and send it out.
It is said that another level 10 typhoon is coming, and it feels like collapse. In front of nature, human beings are really insignificant.
Anyway, as long as there is no power outage, Lao Liu will continue to code.
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