Sun Sun had never received anything from a boy. Although this piece of paper was not a love letter and was not a gift, Sun Sun was not collecting it or throwing it away.

She looked at the beautiful English letters in the flower-like style seriously. She never thought that a boy could write such beautiful English words.

It is just a junior high school in a town. Even teachers only write English words more beautifully based on their own habits and aesthetics. Of course, it is impossible to find a name-like style like foreigners who deliberately learn to imitate them. It is the first time Sun Sun saw it when she realized that English words could be written so beautifully.

"His father is Teacher Qin... and also an English teacher. It is not surprising that his English grades are better. Maybe after knowing that he would be at the same table with me, he memorized this poem and wrote it. But Teacher Qin's handwriting is not so good..." Sun Sun thought hard.

Class was in a blink of an eye, and Ye Zhulan and her companions passed by again, without even looking at Qin An, but Qin An did not feel lost or nervous.

After all, he was not a teenager in his teens and worried about gains and losses. At this time, Ye Zhulan was just a thirteen-year-old girl.

The second class is Chinese class. The Chinese teacher wearing a white shirt writes words on the ink-painted blackboard, and the chalk is flying ashes. It spreads the essence of Chinese culture and buries the youth of generations of teachers.

Qin An remembered that this Chinese teacher was one of the very few young teachers who had been staying in the town junior high school. When the tide of layoffs came, many teachers applied for a suspension of salary and stayed at private middle schools along the coast to make gold. Their salary could reach 3,000, more than 5,000, and even tens of thousands or tens of thousands in a few years. The salary received by this Chinese teacher only ranged from a few hundred to two thousand, which was more than ten years later.

Now he is still young and has a unique ups and downs in his tone, as if venting his leaks. He is very satisfied with his profession.

The Chinese teacher’s surname is Deng. At this time, the Chinese class was nothing more than some famous works or excerpts, including simple ancient Chinese, such as the famous “Three People Walking, I will definitely be my teacher.”

Three people walked, after many years, they had already had some erotic and emotional words. Those decadent eras and ** seem to be memories. Looking at the conscientious teacher Deng, the simple Sun Sun, and many simple faces, Qin An felt out of place. Although he was addicted to it, he could not truly enjoy the essence of this innocent era.

During two Chinese classes, during the break, Qin An looked at Teacher Deng who was preparing to explain an essay in the next class, and suddenly couldn't help asking: "Teacher Deng, if you were asked to give up your job as a teacher in the town junior high school and go to sea to find another job that is more generous and ten times the salary here, would you go?"

Teacher Deng looked at Qin An strangely from his thick glasses. He knew this student, his colleague Teacher Qin's child. Teacher Qin was one of the few teachers he admired the most. His child was particularly naughty. Teacher Deng also heard about it, but he did not expect that a child in his teenage years would ask such mature questions in such a mature tone.

Teacher Deng thought for a moment and said with a smile: "It's probably not found."

"If others find it, some of them are not as good as you?" Qin An asked relentlessly.

"I probably won't go looking for it either. If I get used to it, I'll get used to it. If I get used to it, I don't want to go looking for it." Teacher Deng shook his head.

Habits... It turned out to be a habit. Qin An suddenly realized that he was just not used to it. If he wanted to live again, how could he get into the state immediately? At least now he could see Ye Zhulan jumping away like a rabbit and Sun Sun as quiet as water. This is a rare happiness, that is the happiness he has always wanted.

Sun Sun glanced at Qin An. This guy spent the whole class and had never flipped through the Chinese textbook. He was even embarrassed to talk to Teacher Deng.

"For the revolution to protect vision and prevent myopia, eye exercises begin now, close your eyes..."

Soothing music sounded on the radio, and the classroom became quiet, and a crisp female voice sounded: "First section, rub Tianying's acupoint"

Qin An was stunned and looked around. Sun Sun and other classmates had arranged the movements of eye exercises. Qin An remembered that there was no forced regulation from high school to do eye exercises during recess. How could he remember how to do it?

"Qin An, why don't you do eye exercises?" Teacher Deng looked at him.

Qin An quickly closed his eyes, imitated Sun Sun's appearance, pressed his thumbs and fingers on the corners of his eyes under his eyebrows, and bent his other fingers on his forehead.

The crisp female voice began to beat. At this time, Qin An's memories of eye exercises naturally came back. After a brief period of unfamiliarity, he tried with interest, but he actually did everything he did.

After doing eye exercises, Qin An opened his eyes and felt that Sun Sun seemed to be looking at him. Qin An quickly turned his head and Sun Sun restrained her slightly helpless gaze.

"Qin'an, you must close your eyes only in the first and second sections, and open your eyes in the third and fourth sections." Teacher Deng reminded.

It turns out that Sun Sun thought he couldn't even do eye exercises.

"I can do yoga. If I have the chance, I can teach you how to maintain my figure and not worry about being fat because of eating too much snacks." Qin An whispered.

"Rogue." Sun Sun gave him a blank look and directly used words with obvious emotions in this era.

Qin An was stunned and remembered that Sun Sun was not worried about the older Sun Sun who would have fat on his waist and abdomen in the future. Fourteen-year-old Sun Sun already knew how to pursue beauty in appearance and also pay attention to his figure, but he would never tolerate a boy talking about these private topics to himself.

"What is yoga?" After a moment, Sun Sun couldn't help asking.

Qin An let out a "pop" and couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.

"Hmph, is that amazing?" Sun Sun felt very embarrassed. He took the opportunity to laugh at him for the first time.

"Yoga is the transliteration of the Sanskrit word yoga. It originated in India. It can be said that yoga is the connection between the dynamic movement of the body and the soul. In fact, it is a kind of radio gymnastics that is the same as the body and the mind. It is just a little complicated. Whether it is worrying about being fat, stressed, too much nervous, feeling uncomfortable, or feeling depressed, you can alleviate it by doing yoga." Qin An tore off a piece of paper and wrote a note to Sun Sun.

Sun Sun secretly looked around, but no one noticed him, so he blushed and took it with his heartbeat. What happened to him? He actually passed on a small note with the person he really came into contact with on the first day!

But she was really curious. This boy seemed to know some strange things and wanted to know what yoga was.
Chapter completed!