[Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Female Teacher's Dog Training Rules (14)]
A tall man walked in against the light.
The shadows slanted down, and the sunlight was eclipsed in front of him.
Her long hair, dyed pink, was curled into slightly curly waves and draped over her chest, with half-long bangs parted on both sides, like a blooming iris.
His eyebrows are as thin as willow leaves, his eyes are full of affection, and the small mole at the end of his eyes makes him look even more unique and handsome.
She has a high nose bridge, slightly upturned lips, and delicate makeup that is just right.
Stunning beauty, unparalleled in the world.
She wore a silver-gray sweater with an open V-neck that revealed a small piece of butterfly collarbone, and every inch of her body was extremely beautiful.
Blurred gender, blurred age.
It's like he was born a monster.
He walked in and frowned at Bai Yunxuan.
"It's so imperfect." He sighed again.
This man who always uses "imperfect" as his catchphrase is the third male protagonist in the story.
Gold hanukkah on red background at home.
Bai Yunxuan sat cross-legged on the sofa, rubbing his injured toe, ignoring the disgust in his words: "You're back so soon?"
"They can't contain someone as perfect as me." Jin Han took out a mirror he always carried with him from his pocket and looked at his face from all angles.
At the end, he did not forget to sigh, "It's really impeccable."
You know, the nanny Wang Ma can't stand his beauty trap the most.
This time the old man tricked him into going back on the pretext of being sick, just to get him to participate in the selection of new recruits next spring.
He made a bitter face on the spot, held his small mirror in his arms sadly, and argued, "How can the noble daffodils survive in the sweat of stinky men?"
The upright old man was so angry that he was like a Buddha leaving his body and ascending to heaven.
Jin Han truly inherited her parents' excellent genes in appearance and has been as beautiful as an immortal since she was young.
He looks better than girls, but his personality is not as weak as it seems, and he pursues perfection in everything.
Piano, calligraphy, Chinese painting, violin, even Taekwondo, Sanda, etc., as long as he is involved in a field, he will practice it to the extreme.
But there is one thing, which is that he is too narcissistic.
Others are either heterosexual or homosexual, but he is autosexual.
Bai Yunxuan looked at the scene and while he was used to it, he couldn't help but feel a little envious.
Jin Han is different from them.
He seemed to be out of tune with the whole world, yet he was pure and flawless.
And they are the flowers of evil that bloom in the darkness, waiting for the day when they will rot completely.
It's not that I haven't tried to dye it black, but it always ended in failure.
It turns out that it is extremely difficult to drag a person with a high degree of mental mysophobia into the water.
The Jin family, which has a special background, also made him and Zhao Jinling dare not act rashly.
Jin Han's reason for playing with them was quite ridiculous. He actually felt that in the entire academy, only he and Zhao Jinling had the looks to be qualified to stand by his side.
Jin Han played with the long hair hanging down on his shoulders, glanced at the injury on Bai Yunxuan's foot, and asked with interest: "Don't tell me you kicked me by accident."
The narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the long curled eyelashes gently shook off a small shadow, and the small mole at the corner of the eye became more vivid.
Bai Yunxuan looked away unnaturally: "Of course."
Jin Han clicked his tongue, obviously not believing it, but didn't ask any more questions.
"The college has a new dean of studies," he mentioned casually.
He turned his face to the side, and an inexplicable light flashed in his lacquer-like eyes.
Bai Yunxuan's expression changed, and he quickly asked, "Who is it?"
After the last incident, Old Man Tong forced them to make three rules, one of which was to set up the position of Dean of Studies.
This position is given great authority.
Including expelling these aristocratic students.
His baby face was serious, and his instinct told him that the visitor was not well-intentioned.
It will hinder their existence, so it is better for them not to exist.
Jin Han raised his eyelids lazily: "Old Tong only mentioned it to my grandfather on the phone."
"Maybe the person hasn't arrived yet." He spread his hands.
He ignored Bai Yunxuan and took the elevator upstairs.
Back in his room, he stood by the window with the curtains open, looking through the glass at the swaying roses in the garden.
The lips moved, and a low murmur escaped from them: "Will there be any difference this time?"
The gentle voice carries a certain excitement and a hint of anticipation.
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Yan Qing tied Zhao Jinling in the equipment room, and then fought with Afro and others at Lover's Lake and became famous.
Many students were surprised to see that she was safe and sound for several days.
You should know that in the past three years, the number of teachers forced to resign has been no less than double digits.
There were many students who came out of curiosity, so Yan Qing’s classes were always full.
The thing that Shenghui had the most was money, so an entire large flat was opened up and twenty-one grand pianos were placed in it.
There is also professional sound amplification equipment in front of the podium to ensure that the teacher's piano music can be clearly heard by every student.
The young ladies and gentlemen, who originally had no interest in this kind of basic course, now are willing to pay money to exchange seats with the specially recruited top students who have reserved them in advance in order to get a seat.
For a while, Yan Qing's class became very popular.
But when she entered the practice room today, she found something different: the first few pianos were occupied by girls.
And he had an inexplicable hostility towards her.
Yang Shu stood up and looked at the stool in front of the teaching piano. He was about to open his mouth to remind her when he was interrupted by Yan Qing.
She placed the music score on the desk and looked at the round stool in front of her own piano.
With her weight, she would definitely fall down if she sat on the stool which was missing a leg.
This childish method made her feel that some students' brains were undeveloped.
Picking up the stool and placing it sideways on the podium, she frowned in distress and said, "It's uneven. I need to fix it."
His hand rose up like a knife and chopped down with his palm vertically, and the other three chair legs, which were as thick as a child's arm, were broken into pieces.
The broken section is not very neat.
"Hiss~" The sound of gasps came one after another in the huge classroom.
Yan Qing raised his glasses, kicked the short-legged round stool aside, and swept his fingers across the black and white piano keys.
"Today we will talk about something else."
She spoke softly and recounted her experience of learning martial arts from a hermit master in the mountains.
Of course, she made it all up.
Things like punching a tiger, uprooting a willow tree, fighting a pack of wolves with wits, crossing the river on a single reed... it really makes people stunned.
Just as everyone was about to question whether these stories seemed familiar, she smiled and stepped on the broken-legged stool, breaking it into pieces.
"The teacher is itching to play today. Anyone want to come and spar with me?"
The voice was so gentle that it seemed to make water come out.
The girls who wanted to cause trouble for her swallowed their saliva and pressed a few notes on the piano keys with trembling hands.
The little guys who are spoiled in the ivory tower just lack some social beatings.
Yan Qing tilted his head to look at Bai Yunxuan who was holding a bouquet of flowers by the window, and the smile on his lips became brighter.
The hypocritical boy tried to transform himself into the god of jealousy and seduce his admirers to become the blades in his hands.
Unfortunately, they are all blunt knives.
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