Who can I compete with?

The sunlight poured on the quilt through the gaps in the curtains, and the sleeping dialect only felt warm and indescribably comfortable. In the next second, the latter opened his eyes suddenly, and bounced on the bed like a spring, and looked at the time, half past nine, a whole hour late.

He tensed for only three seconds, then slowly lit a cigarette into his mouth. The end of whether you are in a hurry or not is late, it is better to take your time, grab your schoolbag and walk outside after some washing, and don't forget to drink a bowl of soy milk when you pass by the stall early.

Rubbing his swollen eyeballs, Fang Yan sighed in his heart, he used to work in Hanbok day and night, and he could not sleep for two days in a row. Now I just slept for a few hours later than before, and I looked absent-minded.

When he came to the school, he looked at the empty position of the class, his eyes widened, and for a moment he had the illusion that he had misremembered the day and came to the school during the holidays. Shaking his confused head, he was sure that there was no school holiday today.

Those who came in advance were all scholars, and as for the other empty positions, there were not many people. Song Xiaonuan had dark circles under her eyes, took out her mobile phone listlessly, and after opening a forum, her godless eyes suddenly bloomed with a hint of brilliance.

Including the teacher, they all looked like they didn't have a good rest.

"Come in. The

teacher glanced at the dialect and didn't ask much, in fact, he was also half an hour late this morning, and he really couldn't pull his face to ask other students who were late.

Fang Yan turned around and entered the classroom, next to Song Xiaonuan.

"Fang Yan, what time did you go to bed last night?" Song

Xiaonuan's tone was extremely excited, so much so that he trembled a little.

Fang Yan was puzzled: "Ah Sister Xiaonuan, five o'clock, what's wrong

?" Song Xiaonuan put the phone in front of Fang Yan and said: "Have you also watched the video of the big demon king last night?" The name An Yanyu has become the most popular Internet celebrity in 2016, do you think she will be the head teacher of Class 9, it seems that she is also called An Yanyu. Miss Ben's heart was about to melt, and faker and Wxiao actually appeared at the same time.

Song Xiaonuan's voice was not loud or small, in the classroom that was quieter than before, it was very clear, and the classroom was lively for a while, and many people talked about last night's events.

"From today on, my idol is An Yanyu, I swiped the screen and didn't sleep until six o'clock last night, damn, it's not just the video on the top of the LOL forum, have you watched the live broadcast?"

"About this matter, I just want to say 666666, the first person in the ladder of the American service, faker, Wxiao, the top ten in the national service, I plan to PS the name in the video as mine. "

It's lonely, you must have been busy scrolling through the forum last night, and you didn't find that the IDs of the top twenty in the national uniform were all changed to a unified Happy Birthday An Yanyu, I don't know why I changed it back later." The

teacher saw that the top students in the front row were talking about what happened last night, and knew that the class couldn't go on, so he simply sat at the lectern and joined the discussion army with great interest.

Fang Yan lay on the table, his eyes open and closed.

Song Xiaonuan pinched Fang Yan's arm hard

, and said angrily: "Fang Yan, aren't you excited?" Fang Yan screamed, rubbed his arm, and said dissatisfiedly: "Sister Xiao Nuan, what are you pinching me for? I'm going to die of excitement, let me sleep for a while." "

More and more students are arriving, and classrooms, which were deserted a few minutes ago, are becoming hot.

Everyone was talking about last night's incident, and many students guessed that the protagonist was An Yanyu, the head teacher of Class 9, and when he was refuted, a sentence made everyone silent.

"There are many people in the country who have the same name, but there are very few who have the same name and have a birthday on the same day, don't you think it's a coincidence? As far as I know, last night was the birthday of the head teacher of Class 9. This can be confirmed by the people of Class 9, so I have a basis for saying that An Yanyu is the head teacher of Class 9. "

The careful analysis of the top students really convinced everyone.

After class, inside the office.

An Yanyu was surrounded by many colleagues, although she had repeatedly emphasized that the person in the video was not herself, and she didn't know faker and Wxiao at all.

In my heart, a face became clearer and clearer.

She decided to find out about it when she got out of school, and when she woke up this morning, she turned on the phone and found hundreds of missed calls, at a frequency of once a minute. In desperation, she began to consider whether to change her phone number, and more than a dozen well-known clubs called to invite, which flattered An Yanyu.

It just so happens that school is on holiday at noon today, so I have to ask you in person about anything.

In the last class, when the school announced the noon holiday, the students who were already more excited went even more crazy. During this period, Song Xiaomei called, saying that someone wanted to call the SOLO Bureau, but was rejected by Fang Yan.

He just wanted to get a good night's sleep now.

The bell rang for the end of class, Fang Yan cleaned up his desk, grabbed his schoolbag and was about to leave. Blocked by a beautiful figure in the classroom, the person who came with long hair and a shawl, a light makeup painted on his face, and his delicate facial features were gathered on one face, and his appearance was actually a few points beyond Song Xiaonuan.

An Yanyu did not wear a teacher's uniform today, but wore a one-piece short skirt, under her round and well-proportioned long legs, stepping on a pair of white canvas shoes, her figure was slender and sexy, and at the same time, she added a hint of youth.

With her hands behind her back, she blocked the door of the first class, looking at the dialect with a playful gaze.

The moment she saw An Yanyu, Song Xiaonuan, who was following behind Fang Yan, was like a child whose favorite toy had been robbed, hurriedly blocking in front of Fang Yan and looking at An Yanyu vigilantly.

"Teacher, is there anything wrong with you?" asked

Song Xiaonuan nervously.

An Yanyu smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Of course there is something, dialect classmates, let's go with the teacher."

Song Xiaonuan grabbed Fang Yan's arm, as if the latter would never come back once he left.

An Yanyu said with a smile: "Don't worry, the teacher has something to do with her, at a young age, what are you thinking?"

In desperation, Fang Yan followed behind An Yanyu without saying a word, looking at her back blankly, and looked a little absorbed in a trance, so that An Yanyu suddenly stopped and he didn't notice it, and hurriedly bumped into the soft and fragrant body.

Fang Yan's body tensed, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, blushing and apologizing: "I'm sorry." After

getting into the car, An Yanyu took out her mobile phone, and there was a QQ number on it, which was the trumpet used by the dialect to join the ninth class.

"Fang Yan, who do you say this person will be? I made a gift to the teacher last night, this guy is really hidden, are you afraid that the teacher will eat him?"

An Yan seemed to be smiling, and her bright eyes were staring at Fang Yan.

"Teacher, did you recognize the wrong person?"

An Yanyu put away her mobile phone and said with a smile: "If the teacher didn't guess wrong, that person should be called Fang Yan, right? Are you right? Fang Yan classmate?"

As she spoke, An Yanyu tilted her head, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was extremely strange.

In front of him, the smell of perfume on the opposite side penetrated into his nostrils, and Fang Yan fidgeted, only feeling that his face was hot, and he wanted to open the car door immediately and leave at a speed of one hundred and eighty miles.

"Teacher, you recognized the wrong person.

Fang Yan calmed down and cheekily denied it.

An Yanyu didn't give him a chance to leave, locked the car door, and the car slowly left the campus. Neither of them noticed that somewhere behind the car, Song Xiaonuan pursed her lips and grabbed the corner of her clothes with her little hand, until the car disappeared from sight, and then stomped her feet hard.

"A bastard who is heavy on color and light on friends.

Song Xiaonuan looked aggrieved, snorted in her nose, and turned to leave.

An Audi car parked at the door of a high-end hotel, a perfect long leg stretched out from the car, An Yanyu wore sunglasses, looked up at the hotel, and said: "The teacher said that he would invite that person to dinner, as a teacher's return gift, that person should not refuse." "

The dialect hesitates, in this kind of place, you have to eat thousands of dollars for a meal.

"Teacher, why don't you change places, it's too expensive.

An Yan was stunned for a moment, and then comforted: "It's okay, the teacher has a treat."

Eventually, Fang Yan walked in with him, and when he saw the prices on the menu, his face twitched. The egg fried rice is called the emperor's fried rice, a bowl of eighty-eight pieces, paralyzed, almost snatched.

An Yanyu saw the embarrassment of the dialect and took the menu for a meal.

Next, the atmosphere was more awkward, and Fang Yan's gaze shifted elsewhere, embarrassed to look at the delicate face.

An Yan suddenly said, "Fang Yan, isn't the teacher beautiful?" Fang Yan didn't

understand why she asked this, nodded and said, "Beautiful." "

Then why don't you look at the teacher, it makes me weird, it seems that I didn't wash my face this morning."

An Yanyu said with a smile.

Dialect is stopped, I can't tell the truth about the teacher, I'm shy, it is estimated that An Yanyu will laugh more exaggeratedly, and she will be more shy, this is a dead loop.

Dialect swears that today is his most embarrassing day.

An Yanyu put away her playfulness and asked seriously: "Fang Yan, do you know Wxiao, how did you do it last night?"

The more he talked, the more frightened he became, but fortunately, at this time, the food was served, and he threw off his cheeks and ate wildly, in order to escape An Yanyu's inquiry.

If you keep talking, you're going to be exposed.

His identity is known only to a few people, but they have not seen the dialect, and it is nothing more than occasional contact. At the end of the day, he doesn't like things in the game to interfere with his normal life.

An Yanyu said more.

The dialect asked one question after another, and the shy look caused the latter to giggle.

was eating, a phone call came, it seemed to be Yang Yang from the first class.

After answering, Yang Yang's angry voice came from the phone: "Brother Fang Yan, Sister Xiao Nuan was beaten and cried, come and take a look, a group of dogs." The

dialect whose face was still red before immediately became gloomy.

"What's going on?" Yang

Yang said: "Sister Xiao Nuan privately agreed to the peak competition, but lost the game, and the first class even started beating people, making Sister Xiao Nuan cry, and she was in the Dianjing Internet café."

Fang Yan hung up the phone, stood up and was about to leave: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I still have something."

An Yanyu said: "It's okay, where is it, I'll send you over." "