The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 785 Innocent Bamboo Horse (42)

"..."

The strange feeling in Cheng Feifei's heart was replaced by the sense of victory that the girl got from standing up from the seat.

She pursed her lips and smiled secretly.

I thought:
It's not just this one seat that I want you to give up.

Oh, no, I, Cheng Feifei, don't need you to let me...

But in the next second, Cheng Feifei couldn't be prouder.

I saw the girl stood up, the skirt she wore was slightly wide, and the long black hair draped over her shoulders was slightly curly, which just rightly reflected what is called exquisite and luxurious laziness.

With slender white hands, he gently and deftly fished out the bag from the desk, picked it up, walked to the last row of the classroom, and found an empty seat to sit down.

And the boy sitting next to her also followed her to the last row.

The movements are one after the other, but they are unexpectedly harmonious and eye-catching.

At the same time, some unusual information was revealed.

It's a bit ambiguous.

Cheng Feifei: "..."

She stood there blankly, looking at the two vacant seats.

What kind of shit is this?

Does the husband sing and the wife follow?
She gritted her teeth, and suddenly felt a panic on her face.

Not only did Cheng Feifei feel that, even the other girls... felt pain in her face.

"God of Linguistics, is this Chi Guoguo's expression of dislike and not wanting to be at the same table with Cheng Feifei?"

"This wave of slaps in the face is very powerful."

"Look, Cheng Feifei seems to be about to cry."

"Sure enough, the god of learning is like a flower in the high mountains, not something ordinary people can covet. If I were Cheng Feifei, I'm afraid I'd be ashamed to death..."

The whispers of the students, as well as the aggrieved expression of the daughter, were caught by Cheng Qing's eyes.

Her eyes darkened, she frowned, her face was still gentle, and she asked in an unhurried tone: "Student Yan, it was the teacher who asked Cheng Feifei to sit next to you. You... are the teacher's arrangement." Any dissatisfaction?"

"No." Yan Che replied.

Cheng Qing: "Then..."

Yan Che casually stuffed his schoolbag under the desk, raised his long black eyelashes, and said in a clear voice, "Teacher, I'm not used to being at the same table with other people, and I've already informed the principal in advance."

Being a student is always a bit of a privilege in school.

The principal paid close attention to Yan Che. When he came to the Ivy League school to report on the first day, he had already said that as long as his academic performance was not affected, he could satisfy some of his requirements as much as possible.

The headmaster had no reason not to agree to the trivial matter of changing seats, and told him directly that he could make the decisions himself.

Cheng Qing is the class teacher, and it is true that he is in charge of the "power of life and death" of the students in a class, but there is also a dean in charge of it.

Even the director has to listen to the principal, she is a little teacher...

Don't dare not listen.

Yan Che's words imply that she has no right to intervene in his affairs.

Cheng Qing has been teaching for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a crazy student.

Moreover, this kind of madness, in his bones, is covered with a luxurious and elegant skin, which is not annoying at all.

No wonder her daughter, Cheng Feifei, threw herself on him with all her heart.

Cheng Qing twitched her lips, decided to wrong her daughter, and dismissed the matter lightly, "Since the principal said it, let's leave it at that. But next time, if this happens again, please ask classmate Yan say hi."

This is vaguely blaming him.

Yan Che said softly, "Yes."

"Student Cheng Feifei, sit down first." Cheng Qing said, "The election for class cadres will begin..."

(End of this chapter)