"Do you like handsome guys?"

According to Qiao, "People never hate beautiful things."

She came to the classroom with a refreshing spirit and wanted to call her.

Yu Luoluo had something to do, so she called and left early.

"Teacher, what if we don't like you?"

Yiqiao disagreed, "I didn't say you must like me." She looked at the blackboard, "Substitute lessons are just for survival. This is common sense."

A rich and second generation stubbornly walked to Yiqiao and put a stack of money in his arms on the table in front of Yiqiao, "Okay, I'll give you money, can you disappear now?!"

Yi Qiao stretched, "Not enough!"

The rich second-generation student took out a few hundred more times and placed them on the table.

Arrogance is obvious.

Yiqiao held her chin, "Why do you... hate me?"

"Everyone knows what kind of teacher is!" the rich second-generation student mocked, "So we don't want to learn painting under your leadership."

Yiqiao asked again, “Is character related to painting?”

"This...hum, no matter what, we don't want you to teach!" said the rich second-generation student coldly.

"Oh." Yiqiao turned his head and looked at the blackboard, "Okay, this classmate, I will think I am air in the future."

From that day on, Yiqiao began to take substitute classes.

Those who don’t want to listen will all lie on the table and sleep.

If you want to listen, listen.

After Yiqiao explained, he lifted the bench and walked around the classroom.

"Why do teachers always like to look out the window?" The question was the one who loved to smile.

"Because your eyes are not good, look at the scenery and prevent myopia." Yi Qiao explained patiently, "doing this will make people feel good and will not be confused."

"What are the teacher's random thoughts?"

"I miss you strange students." Yi Qiao's mouth turned and turned her face, "Am I ugly? You hate me so much?" When she said this, she looked calm and stress-free.

Not even a little embarrassed.

"They may care about your reputation as a teacher." The male classmate smiled, "After all, teacher, have you had so many things?"

"Why are they not sure if it's true?" Yi Qiao held her cheeks upset, "It's all wronged me."

The male classmate thought about it, took out the painting from his desk and handed it to Yiqiao, "I wonder if the teacher can help me see my painting?"

The painting was handed out immediately, and Yi Qiao reached out to take it, "Well, you have a lot of eyesight."

The first picture in the painting is a portrait painting, with rough lines that outline the lines of the old man’s face. The unstable and unstable brushstrokes depict the scene of the old man working in the field.

Yiqiao looked at it and said, "You are very well drawn." After a long time, he approached, "Do you live in the countryside with so many pastoral scenery?"

The male classmate smiled and took back the painting book, "No, my grandfather is in the countryside, but it is beautiful there?" As if he was explaining specifically to his hometown.

Yiqiao did not deny it. She saw from his painting, "It's really beautiful, I have the chance... I want to go too."

"Okay, let's set this summer vacation?" The male classmate generously invited Yiqiao.

Yiqiao was a little curious, "Why can you be so honest?"

"That's because I want to learn more!" The male classmate was scared, "When Teacher Liu was there, I could only ask once or twice a day. Because he was so popular, but now you, I think there are not many people coming to ask, so I want to get close to you."

Yi Qiao stroked it, "So do you think it's successful?"

"To be honest, the teacher is a charming woman. I don't know if I will succeed?" The male classmate rubbed his forehead. "But if the teacher is willing, I can pay the full travel fee this time to go to the countryside."

Yiqiao was happy, "Okay, I like the deal."

"Can the teacher help tutor your homework in the future?" the male classmate asked with blinking eyes.

"It's already traded, so the tutoring lessons are OK." Yi Qiao said, and stood up from her seat. The classmates around,

Some put their feet on the table, while others squat on chairs to eat.

Yiqiao smiled and thought to himself that this situation is really common in colleges.

Play with your phone, watch TV, eat snacks, and play games.

This is all interest.

Suddenly, one of the male classmates stood up and slapped the table and said, "Put everything away and listen to the teacher's class!"

The other students didn't know why they listened to this male classmate so much, and as soon as they said that, they began to clean up their textbooks.

After a moment, the classroom became quiet.

The male classmate who stood up had dark yellow silk, big eyes and double eyelids. The school uniform was wearing him, which made him look unique.

He is very handsome, he looks a bit like a girl.

Just now, Yiqiao was on the blackboard and the person on the drawing was this handsome guy.

He looked at Yi Qiao coldly, "Teacher, it's your turn to class."

"Okay." Yi Qiao pursed her lips, walked to the stands, and began to teach the first class.

Landscape painting.

She explained it very carefully.

Most of them are useful notes that you have recorded when you are abroad.

Twenty minutes later, she asked her classmates to draw.

A particularly loyal student of Teacher Liu poured black pigment on Yiqiao when he was passing by.

Yiqiao hid in time, and the black pigment was stained a little on the coat.

"This is a coat I like very much!" Yiqiao walked over and looked at the female classmate, "Do you want to taste the taste of being splashed with paint!"

The black paint was pinched in Yi Qiao's palm, and when it was about to touch the female classmate's face, the classroom calmed down.

Very quiet and no one speaks.

Yi Qiao grinned and drew the black paint on her palm. "Black is a very sensitive color, but it can often play the finishing touch. This classmate, you waste your paint so much, so next time you have the chance to give me an extra bottle and get my clothes on, I can't take it home!" He took it with his hand and returned to the stands lightly.

An art class passed quickly.

Yiqiao is preparing to go to the bathroom.

A male classmate quickly walked to Yiqiao and handed her a pack of napkins, "Wipe your hands!"

Yiqiao looked up and looked at the student who had just rectified his discipline in class, and was a little puzzled, "Are you a discipline committee member?"

The male classmate replied, "No!"

"Then I just thanked you." Yiqiao thanked him for rectifying his discipline in time and giving him the opportunity to attend classes in time.

The male classmate looked arrogant, "No need."

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I worked overtime and my eyes were blinded. What I subscribed was True Love. Thanks to Xiaoxiang's true love fans for their support and QQ readers. I will work harder, thank you.
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