When Zhang Zhong came to school, he had been in the third period of the morning for a long time.

Knocked on the door outside the classroom.

Teacher Huang opened the door, saw him, glanced at him, turned around and said, "Come in."

Just as Zhang Zhong was about to go to his seat, he found that his seat had been taken by Lan Xuan'er.

Lan Xuan'er, who was chatting with Ma Yan, stood up and stepped aside.

Zhang Zhong was lucky enough to sit at the same table with two beautiful school beauties, Ma Yan on the left and Lan Xuan'er on the right.

Many boys in the same class were so angry that they dared not speak out and jumped in anger.

Ma Yan was wearing a black down jacket and looked very bulky. Maybe it was too cold. Her face was red and she kept her hands under the desk, not showing her face.

Lan Xuan'er was wearing a white trench coat with a fur collar. She was holding a hot water bottle in her hand and a stove under her feet. Her fair and pretty face was radiant. Students from wealthy families were well prepared.

"Would you like to warm up over the fire?" Lan Xuan'er handed the oven to Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong was not cold and shook his head.

Ma Yan glanced at Zhang Zhong and lowered her head shyly, as if she wanted to stop talking.

Xiao Nizi has become very silent recently.

During class, Ma Yan kept rubbing her hands, and Zhang Zhong noticed that her hands had frostbite and were swollen very badly.

Zhang Zhong grabbed her hand.

Ma Yan struggled hard and her hands were red, but Zhang Zhong didn't let go and rubbed them hard a few times.

Ma Yan's palms were pressed with red marks. The pain made her bite her lips tightly. Thinking that this was in class, she did not dare to say anything.

His eyes widened several times.

But this kid just ignored me.

Continue to rub, rub, and press.

The cold, white little hands slowly warmed up in his palm.

Acupressure.

Zhang Chong uses the most traditional Chinese medicine techniques.

Ma Yan felt the warmth in her palms and looked at the podium with fear.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Huang was staring at Zhang Zhong with a murderous look.

While Ma Yan was mourning for Zhang Zhong, she used her other hand to squeeze Zhang Zhong's thigh. Even Lan Xuan'er was squeezing Zhang Zhong's arm.

Zhang Zhong, who was in pain, glanced at the two women. Both women were stared at by Teacher Huang and did not dare to say anything.

Zhang Zhong didn't notice Teacher Huang looking at him at all, but kept rubbing Ma Yan's hands.

Teacher Huang stopped talking, stared at Zhang Zhong, and walked to his seat from the podium.

Zhang Zhong was still unaware.

"Zhang Chong." Teacher Huang slapped him hard on the desk in front of Zhang Chong.

Zhang Zhong then let go of Ma Yan's hand and stood up.

"Follow me to the office." After saying this, Teacher Huang walked out of the classroom without looking at Zhang Zhong again.

Ma Yan lowered her head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say and feeling a little guilty.

Lan Xuan'er had a snickering look on her face.

Xiao Nizi didn't seem worried that something would happen to Zhang Zhong.

So heartless.

Zhang Zhong entered Teacher Huang's office. Teacher Huang closed the door of the office, grabbed Zhang Zhong by the collar and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I should be the one to ask you?" Zhang Zhong didn't expect that Teacher Huang would be so powerful as to force the bow.

"Oh, you were flirting with your female classmates in class, and you still had the nerve to question me, are you ashamed?" Teacher Huang yelled at Zhang Zhong. At this time, she didn't have the bearing that a teacher should have, like

It's the monkey with the cannon stick burning on his tail, and he wants to bite someone.

This was the first time Zhang Zhong had seen such a beautiful teacher who was so out of character.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Zhong grasped the woman's hand.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" Teacher Huang asked himself two words, then shook his head, covered his head with both hands, and looked painful, then squatted on the ground, holding his head with both hands, not talking.

Zhang Zhong slowly squatted down and hugged the woman in his arms.

Teacher Huang murmured to himself: "What's wrong with me? Why do you see you close to other women? My mind is like exploding the pot, and my emotions will be out of control."

"Why? Why?" Teacher Huang said tightly his head in his knee.

"Why is this?"

"Why do you torture me?"

"Why?"

She cried and screamed, and she hit Zhang Chong's chest and seemed to be so sad that she would not be so sad.

"Zhang Zhong, you bastard, why do you save me so many times, why do you want me to know you. Why? Why not leave me far away."

Teacher Huang shouted and shouted in Zhang Zhong's chest.

Zhang Chong held her tightly, her fist was weak, and she rushed to Zhang Chong's shoulder and bit it hard.

She was so excited that she was a furious beast, and she had to tear people.

Zhang Chong patted her back and comforted.

It was just that she couldn't listen, and repeated in her mouth: Why?

She kept talking, just like a young child.

Zhang Zhong hugged her tightly like this, listening to her telling the encounter between the two, the meeting between the two.

Teacher Huang's Kaicheng Public told Zhang Shi to listen to it.

Zhang Zhong heard it.

She was tired, her mouth was dry, so she lay in Zhang Zhong's arms and fell asleep.

Soon the ringtone sounded, Zhang Chong put his coat on the woman, got up to class.

When Ma Yan saw Zhang Zhong came to the seat, he got up and asked: "Teacher Huang didn't scold you."

"No!" Zhang Chong shook his head, sat on the seat and opened the book, and couldn't stand it. He kept moving with Mr. Huang's crying in his mind.

Lan Xuan'er leaned his head and handed a note to Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong took a hand holding the note in one hand and put it in the pants bag.

The fourth lesson is mathematics lesson. Zhang Zhong has been dozing off. The math teacher saw Zhang Chong's calendar, and he could only open one eye and closed one eye.

The frostbite on Ma Yan was better, and she stopped rubbing her hands anymore. Occasionally, watching Zhang Zhong's side shadow was a little bit god.

Lan Xuan'er still looked at the textbook and occasionally lost his mind. No one knew what she was thinking.

Zhang Chong wanted to take out the note from the pants bag a few times, but to hold back.

Anyway, after the get out of class, Zhang Zhong ran to the rooftop immediately and opened the note.

I only read above: "Don't forget Zhou Wei's date."

Zhang Chong was full of heart, and turned to Teacher Huang again, and couldn't help sighing.

In the fourth quarter, Zhang Zhong went to Teacher Huang's office. This woman was still sleeping.

Zhang Shijie patted the desk, the woman raised her face.

Her eyes were swollen and tear marks. They couldn't care about the door.

"Wait a while, I'll close the door." Zhang Zhong let go of the woman to bring the door with.

Teacher Huang couldn't wait to press him on the door and kissed his lips.

The corner of the mouth is salty, there seems to be tear marks.

Zhang Zhong's heart was dissolved by the tears of the woman.
Chapter completed!