I'm not the underworld

Chapter 610 How do you want to play?
This has little to do with him, Chen Yifan didn't care about it.

But when the first Chinese class started, Chen Yifan couldn't help but stop the autistic learning mode, staring at the woman walking towards the podium with wide eyes.

Looking at each other, Huang Ying smiled slightly at Chen Yifan, unconsciously raised her hand and lightly brushed the hair beside her ears, then took her textbooks and walked to the podium, ready to start the lecture.

"Wait!" Chen Yifan stood up suddenly, which caused the students who were under pressure to be serious because of his presence to look over in surprise.

Huang Ying also looked at him with a little surprise.

"Who are you?" Chen Yifan asked this question, which should be obvious, in front of many classmates.

Moreover, the demeanor is very serious.

Huang Ying paused, then smiled lightly, and said, "Although I have introduced myself two days ago, there are obviously some skippers who don't understand the situation."

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Huang Ying, and I'm your new Chinese teacher. Because I'm still an intern, I'll only take you in one class for the time being."

Like all the new teachers in the world, Huang Ying introduced herself, then turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard.

But when she turned around again, she was startled suddenly and couldn't help but take a step back.

Across the podium, Chen Yifan's face was close at hand, and his warm breath seemed to be directly on his face.

The height of the podium just made up for the height difference between the two.

"Student, don't stand so close, go down and sit down!" Huang Ying warned Chen Yifan.

"Yuan'er!" A dull voice escaped from Chen Yifan's throat, causing the too petite body in front of him to tremble slightly.

"Student, the teacher's name is Huang Ying! Also... please respect the teacher, don't call me by his first name, you can call me Teacher Huang." Huang Ying frowned and continued.

Chen Yifan stretched out the podium and approached again, so that the relationship between the two seemed very ambiguous.

It is this smell, although it is slightly different from the one on Ao Lingyuan's body and is lighter, but its essence is clearly the same.

No wonder two completely different people will make me feel so familiar at first glance, they have the same thing in their bones.

Ao Lingyuan was born as a fairy, so it is not impossible to have some means that she does not understand.

"How do you want to play?" Chen Yifan asked with a smile, ignoring Huang Ying's words.

Is this...a test?
It doesn't matter anymore, if she is willing to play, I am willing... to accompany her to the end!
"I don't understand what you're talking about, please sit back in your seat!" Huang Ying's eyes widened, her brows were furrowed, her voice raised a few degrees, and she became more severe.

Chen Yifan looked at her fixedly, but just when Huang Ying was about to speak again, she turned around obediently and walked back to her seat.

He didn't enter the mode of autistic learning and isolation from the world, but just looked at her with admiration, as if admiring the rare and rare things in the world, so earnestly.

The students started whispering.

"Isn't it? Is the class monitor you agreed to be the seed of infatuation? It's been a long time since we broke up with Ms. Ao, and now I'm eyeing our Chinese teacher!"

"As expected of the class monitor, society, society! The teacher dares to move? I bet he has endless Chinese homework!"

"Even the squad leader sees it differently and wants to change, I don't believe in love anymore!"

……

Chen Yifan ignored the whispers in his ears, but Huang Ying couldn't. She was a Chinese teacher, so how could she let the students in Class [-] talk below.

"Quiet! It's class time now!" Huang Ying frowned, and she drank coldly, which was really powerful, but maybe because her body was smaller than Ao Lingyuan's, she didn't have that much momentum.

Some students still couldn't stop whispering.

"If you are deaf, you have to be cured. Didn't you hear the teacher tell you to be quiet? Want to go to the hospital to have your ears treated?" Chen Yifan glanced around and threatened the students who were still whispering.

"..." Almost instantly, the whole hall was silent.

Huang Ying glanced at Chen Yifan, paused, and then said: "It seems that some students are very powerful in the class! As a student, if you don't study hard, skip class, form cliques, you will be punished by copying today's text ten times!"

The students couldn't help but look at Chen Yifan. Was this flattering on the horse's leg?

From the perspective of Chen Yifan in the eyes of his classmates, it is impossible not to be thankless and not angry.

But when the students were waiting for Chen Yifan to lose his temper, Chen Yifan didn't refute and said with a smile, "Okay!"

As a teacher, if you want to find an excuse to punish your students, no one can stop you.

Although it is a bit far-fetched to talk about forming cliques.

But his own woman is meant to be pampered, and he is happy to be punished.

"..."

"Squad leader really has no lower limit!"

"I don't believe in love anymore!"

The students whispered again.

This time, Chen Yifan didn't even open his mouth, just glanced at him, and suppressed the whispers in the room.

Chen Yifan took out his notebook and completed his copying homework seriously.

On the podium, Huang Ying's eyes twitched: "I didn't tell you to write now, ignore the classroom discipline, and add five more times."

Chen Yifan paused slightly, then looked up at Huang Ying.

Huang Ying looked at him calmly, even with a bit of teacher's majesty.

"Okay!" Chen Yifan lowered his eyes, put away his notebook, and took out his textbook.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Long and long hesitation

And the lonely rain alley,

I hope every time
A clove
A grumpy girl.

She has

the color of lilac,

smells like cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

mourn in the rain,
mournful and anxious;
She wanders in this lonely rainy alley,

Holding a paper umbrella

like me,
Like me
walking silently,

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently
Approached, then cast
Breathing eyes,

She drifts by

like a dream,

As sad and confused as a dream.

Drifting by in a dream

a sprig of lilac,

This girl floats by me;
She went away silently, far away,
To the crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain,

faded her color,

Scattered her fragrance,

Dissipated, even her
breathless eyes,

Lilac-like melancholy. "

The sound of reading aloud echoed in the classroom. Since Chen Yifan entered high school, he was listening to the class more seriously than ever before.

Unexpectedly... From the text that I have already memorized fluently, I can feel a different kind of emotion.

At this moment, words are no longer words.

Originally at the request of the teacher, the students who were reading the text together couldn't help but stop, and looked at Chen Yifan with amazed eyes.

I always feel that... the text read from the monitor's mouth is different from what they read, as if it has a kind of bewitching magic power, which makes people unconsciously immersed in it.

Even listening to this originally boring and disgusting text seems to be a kind of enjoyment at this time.

They didn't dare to confuse their reading voice with that of the monitor, and stopped reading one after another to watch the monitor "perform" alone.

(End of this chapter)