Wen Liang looked at Ye Yuting blankly and leaned down, putting her red lips a few inches away from her calves. The faint fragrance of orchids and musk came to her nose, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

While hesitating, a sudden itch on his legs was itchy, but Ye Yuting's hanging black hair touched the skin. He subconsciously moved, and put it on the toes at the end of his snow-white thighs and stumbled on the Taoyuan holy land that countless people had dreamed of. Even if there were blockages from socks and skirts, he could feel the wet heat and softness coming from there.

"Um……"

Ye Yuting let out a low moan from the end of her nose almost at the same time, and her hand holding Wen Liang's calf tightened her fingertips almost embedded in her flesh. Poor Uncle Wen was completely stunned and endured the pain and did not dare to say anything. Just as he was about to move his toes quietly, Ye Yuting raised her head and glanced at him slightly, and her eyes were circulating, and she wanted to speak, and her white jade-like fingers pulled her long hair behind her ears. Her voice was trembling slightly, but she pretended to be calm and said: "Don't move around, you are not honest if you are injured..."

The world is so conscience, Wen Liang really wants to be honest, but Ye Yuting is still ashamed at this moment, but she is still charming. She squatted and kneeled on the ground, which is very contrasting with the image of the teacher who is usually tall and arrogant. The graceful curves of her body are also seen in her eyes. There is also the wonderful touch from her toes, and she can't help but gently hook her toes.

This was not as good as before. The path that was tightly wrapped by the close clothes inside the skirt was unknown, and the valley that rose upwards, and the traces of slightly sinking after being subjected to the force, clearly reached the depths of the mind through the nervous system of the feet, just like a bomb throwing into the ocean, shaking huge waves, which not only wet the eyes, but also drown the last bit of reason.

Ye Yuting's whole body trembled, her cheeks were covered with redness, and she became calm and unconscious and frustrated. Despite this, she was not angry or avoided. She just held Wen Liang's calves tightly and slid unconsciously around the black and blue area.

Wen Liang's breathing became heavier and heavier. His hands were pressed on Ye Yuting's shoulder at some point, gently stroking her long hair very gently, but the toes that were crossed the forbidden area that no one dared to invade were squirming regularly through the skirt.

“Woo woo…”

After only three or five minutes, Ye Yuting bit her lower lip tightly and let out a whine from the depths of her throat. Her legs were clamped tightly, but her body suddenly loosened, and she lay almost softly on Wen Liang's legs. Her messy hair covered half of her pretty face, but the little blush that emerged from her skin seemed to tell the world what had happened just now.

The sun shines through the window screen, reflecting the overlapping reflections of the men and women at the desk, with a mature smell. With the slightly exposed jade bones and ice skin when the corners of the skirt are turned up, a landscape that makes the Buddha move. If such a picture can be perfectly presented to the painter's pen, it will definitely be more ambiguity and temptation than any famous erotic picture.

No one would have thought that Ye Yuting, who has always been dignified and generous, would stage such a passionate scene with her students in the office that is not ** but better than **.

When the uncontrollable spring tide slowly dissipated. Outside the window, he could vaguely hear the noise and chaos that would only occur after the break, Wen Liang's eyes gradually became clear and rationality returned to his brain, so he could not find a suitable reason to relieve the awkward atmosphere at this moment.

Can't help yourself?

I can't help but betray my teacher? This time is different from the last time. I was forced to do anything last time. I was blocked under the table, and everything was understandable.

But what about today?

"Teacher Ye, I'm sorry, this is an accident..."

However, it is not a solution to remain silent. The exercises have already disbanded during class. Other teachers may come back soon and be caught on the spot. That would be a big problem. Why not apologize first and then find a way to explain it? Ye Yuting is a smart person, so she would not have made the two of them strangers because of this incident.

Before he could finish the words behind, Ye Yuting had already stood up, lowered her head and turned her back to Wen Liang, and pressed her hands on the table, as if she had used all her strength to stand firm, and whispered: "You go!"

Wen Liang wanted to say a few words of comfort, after all, it was not a big deal to leave like this. Ye Yuting's voice begged and said, "Wen Liang, you go first."

Wen Liang hesitated for a moment and finally left silently. She couldn't listen to anything about this occasion. She might as well wait for a chance to find a good talk after school.

In fact, Wen Liang had long noticed that Ye Yuting seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally alienating the relationship between the two during this period, but for some reason, he did not resist violently when facing his rude behavior today. But at this moment, he clearly felt that if he didn't handle it well this time, he would not pass the test as easily as last time, and he would probably lose Ye Yuting.

Putting aside the dirty thoughts that those men all have, he likes Ye Yuting, who is a teacher and friend, if he lost her because of a sperm that suddenly appeared in the brain today, Wen Liang would never forgive him.

As soon as she walked out of the office, she saw Huang Mei humming a song and walking towards her while eating a pot crumb. Wen Liang said intimately, but she was not in the mood to spank her today, and she was ready to pass by her without seeing her.

"Hey, your eyes are on your butt? Didn't you see a living person?"

Huang Mei grabbed Wen Liang's arm, her eyes widened, and the freckles on her face were cute. Wen Liang bowed with the opportunity and said seriously: "Hello Teacher Huang, Teacher Huang is forever!"

Huang Mei was startled and jumped away two steps away like a dog shit. Then she looked at Wen Liang's back who had already walked away in surprise and murmured: "Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

However, her careless temperament instantly threw it behind her head, pushed the office door, and shouted: "Yu Ting, the principal is rare to hold a conference. You dare not attend. I admire your idol too much!"

When he returned to the classroom, Ji Su and others had not come back yet. Thinking of what happened just now, Wen Liang felt a little upset and took out the English version of "Pursuit of Excellence" from the drawer, preparing to read it casually and calmly. Ji Su walked in from outside the classroom.

As soon as she sat down, Meimei glanced at the book in his hand and whispered: "Have you finished reading it yet?"

"I haven't had time to watch it recently," Wen Liang shrugged and said helplessly: "I don't know what I'm busy with..."

He rarely heard Wen Liang complain like this. Ji Su turned his head, stared at his face carefully, and said softly: "Is there anything wrong with me?"

Wen Liang was shocked and was shocked by Ji Su's keenness and said, "It's gone, it's just that it hasn't rained for so long, and I feel stuffy."

Ji Su was actually full of curiosity about Wen Liang's career outside, but Wen Liang was unwilling to say that, and she would not ask deliberately, and naturally she would not expose his trick of changing the topic. She smiled slightly and said, "It seems that there will be rain tomorrow... It doesn't matter. Books are always here. When I have free time or remember it, I will look it out and take a look. It feels good."

If books are still like this, how can people be able to bear it?

Ji Su never concealed her affection for Wen Liang. After that confession was rejected, she still stood silently by the person she was interested in, never regretting or leaving.

Wen Liang sighed slightly, changed the topic again, and said, "By the way, do you want to participate in the national physics competition mentioned by Teacher Ye in class?"

"My physics score is far inferior. Where can I be qualified to participate in such a competition? But what about you, should I go?"

Wen Liang beat him up and said, "I heard that I still have to train in a intensive manner, so I won't suffer that crime."

As a key high school in the province and city, there are naturally countless top students in physics, and it is not difficult to pick a few people out. However, in order to cope with the high level of the competition, the school also requires the participating students to participate in the school's special training after school every day. All contestants gather together to attend two hours of class, and also have to eat extra meals on Saturdays and Sundays.

Such inhumanity, except for academic masters like Ji Xiaoling and Cheng Haijun, only those who succumb to the teacher's tyranny are willing to participate. Wen Liang certainly does not belong to either of these two kinds of people, so even if you have heard of it, you will not take it to your heart.

However, in the afternoon, the list of the physics teacher finally confirmed was Wen Liang's name. Uncle Wen hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Teacher Yang, are you mistaken? I didn't sign up?"

Teacher Yang has a nickname called the headswinger. It has a strand of black and shiny long hair (note that it is a strand, not a strand) that passes through the bald forehead from the left ear, and then tie a knot on the right ear to the back of the head. In other words, with Teacher Yang’s Baihui acupoint as the middle line, the front part of the head is actually a piece of grass that is not growing. I don’t know if this strand of hair has grown madly before it has been fat to support the storefront.

If this is the case alone, it doesn't matter. People will encounter hair problems in middle age, but Teacher Yang has a hobby. Every time he is excited when he talks, his long hair falls off disobediently, and he will hold his hair with his hands and swing it hard behind his head, which is extremely coquettish.

Once in class, Teacher Yang's old problem came again. His hair and head were swung back at the same time, but he forgot about the TV cabinet hanging high in the air in the corner behind him. His sideburns collided with the corner of the cabinet with an incredible acceleration.

What's the result?

The iron cabinet actually cracked the hole. Teacher Yang's head only paid the price of redness and swollenness for a week, which was a complete victory. As a result, the name of "Head-Shake Yang" is well known in No. 1 Middle School.

“No registration?”

Teacher Yang's long and flowing hair fell on his nose. He sneered, and he simply didn't bother to move his hands. When he shook his head, his hair obediently returned to the back of his head: "I know you didn't sign up, but Principal Zhang specifically explained during the meeting that the number one in physics in each class must participate. Wen Liang, although I have seen you less than my hair since the beginning of school, you have to understand that the greater your ability, you have to bear the greater responsibility!"
Chapter completed!