The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Under the podium, a group of people are still doing their own things, and few people know Zheng Quzhi. Upon seeing this, Zheng Quzhi was so angry that his voice became louder: "Classmates, class is now!"

He shouted so loudly that the people in the audience finally turned their eyes to him. But what followed was a nymph-like yelling voice.

"Mom! Our new teacher is so handsome!"

"Fuck! It looks like a star on TV!"

"Plastic surgery, right? How could it be so beautiful! At first glance, it cost a lot of money..."

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Zheng Qu knew that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. In this era, he still has to rely on his face to live.

In the first class, Zheng Qu knew that he didn't give a lecture, nor could he speak out, so he only let them study by himself, and he calmly observed Li Shunhua. Li Shunhua is really a beautiful girl with strong expressiveness. She always likes to express herself, but it is a pity that this kind of person seems quite popular, but I am afraid there is a basket of people who hate her.

Zheng Quzhi also came from this age. He used to love performance. Later, after understanding the reason that love performance is easy to be black, he converged a lot.

However, this Li Shunhua obviously didn't know the truth. During a self-study class, her laughter sounded for almost the entire class without stopping.

Or just humming, although the singing is touching, but the occasion seems to be a little wrong.

"Classmates, now I am studying by myself." Zheng Quzhi smiled and tapped on Li Shunhua's desk.

"Teacher." Li Shunhua not only failed to constrain, but stood up: "I just learned a song. Can I sing it to you?"

After that, regardless of whether Zheng Quzhi agreed or disagree, he sang directly. The singing voice is moving, the voice line is beautiful, and the singing is very fanciful, and the swan neck is also a bit charming. Many young boys look at her obsessively.

"Li Shunhua, right?" Zheng Quzhi deliberately pretended to glance at her student nameplate, and said mercilessly: "Now it's a Chinese class. If you want to sing, you can wait until the music class."

Seeing Li Sunhua's somewhat stiff face, Zheng Quzhi laughed and added in time: "But it is undeniable that your singing voice is very charming."

There was laughter in the classroom, Li Shunhua also smiled, pulled the hair around his ears, and knew to Zheng Qu: "Thank you, teacher."

"Sneez—" I thought this episode could pass like this, but suddenly there was a sneer in the quiet classroom.

The get out of class was about to end. Zheng Quzhi wanted to ignore and pretend to be inaudible. However, the man didn't seem to want to be ignored. He said directly: "Teacher, what will I talk about in the next class?"

Zheng Quzhi looked over. It was a juvenile who was just looking at him. There were three or four studs on his ears and a tattoo on his neck. He didn't know what it was, like a word.

"Lecture text." Zheng Quzhi grinned, and was about to withdraw his gaze. He stopped his gaze on his nameplate and couldn't help but read: "You Youhui?"

Why is this name inexplicably familiar?

Hearing Zheng Quzhi shouting out his name, You Youyu licked the corner of his mouth, tilted his head and smiled: "Yes, Teacher Zheng, my name is You Youyu!"

Uh?

Zheng Quzhi looked dumbfounded, does this man like him? Why are you smiling so irritatingly at him? ? Also remind yourself of his name? ? ?

Fortunately, the bell rang soon after class, Zheng Quzhi quickly took his own things and said to the students: "get out of class ends."

After that, he ran away busy.

Not long after leaving the classroom, I ran into Wei Yan coming down the stairs at the top of the stairs. He wears a white shirt, a pair of gold glasses minus a lot of hostility and coldness, and looks like a gentle teacher.

Zheng Quzhi looked around, and when he saw no one, he quickly grabbed his shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Is this an illusion? Whose illusion? I saw Li Shunhua, what about you? Where are you?"

After talking a lot, Wei Yan picked a few questions and answered: "Yes, I saw Liao Yin in the second grade (B) class."

"Is anyone going to the senior year?" Zheng Quzhi asked subconsciously. After asking, he laughed again. There were only two of them who entered the illusion. How could someone go to the third year of high school?

"Our identity involves these three classes." Wei Yan stopped, raised his wrist to look at the time, and suddenly said, "Your next class is in the third grade (A) class, sixth floor."

Zheng Quzhi:? ? ?

So why wait for me to follow him to the first floor before reminding him? ? ? Zheng Quzhi gritted his teeth and looked up at the stairs, only to feel that his temples jumped suddenly.

Climbing another six floors, Zheng Quzhi's breathing hadn't calmed down completely when he got to the door of the classroom, and he hadn't ran the stairs like this for hundreds of years!

The sixth floor is a special area for learning tyrants. Even if it is still in class, the corridor is empty, and it is as quiet as it is still in class. Zheng Quzhi tilted his head and looked into the classroom, only to see that the books on each desk were nearly one meter high, almost blocking the students' view of the podium.

During the time between classes, the students didn't laugh and fight, all of them bowed their heads and struggled to write, racing against time for the college entrance examination.

Zheng Quzhi watched for a long while, and didn't enter a little nervously until the bell rang in class.

Not surprisingly, he saw Yao Li wearing thick glasses at a glance. She is a small girl with some freckles on her face, and dark circles under her eyes that appear from staying up late.

A typical child who was tortured by the college entrance examination.

Zheng Quzhi walked in and lied at will: "Your teacher has something to do, study by yourself today."

His appearance didn't seem to have had any impact on this group of students. They were still doing their own things, each holding the test papers and doing the test questions non-stop, and there was no spare time to see the new teacher.

In this way, Zheng Quzhi was more relaxed. He leaned against the wall and looked at Yao Li calmly. Yao Li's tablemate is also a girl with glasses, and I heard that the last meal was with her.

The two looked at a good relationship. Several times Zheng Quzhi saw Yao Li using the same eraser at the same table without saying hello. Normally, in this case, either the relationship is too good and needless to say, or Yao Li is rude.

But it doesn't look like Yao Li is rude.

It can only be the latter. Zheng Quzhi nodded thoughtfully, and stopped after a few seconds of thinking. Ok? Why does he want this?

It's not a **** murder case, it's dirty stuff. What does he think about it? Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi twitched his mouth and retracted his gaze.

Until school was over in the afternoon, Zheng Quzhicai and Wei Yan met. Looking at Wei Yanyan who was a little ugly on his face, Zheng Quzhi couldn't help being surprised: "What did Xiao Yanyan go through? Why is his face so ugly?"

"No problem." Wei Yan lowered his eyes, concealing the hostility in his eyes and whispered back.