Ji Ze straightened up slightly.

Next to them, several male students wearing school uniforms were still teasing the female teacher who had just walked over.

This is a normal thing for young men who are engaging in hormones during adolescence.

Ji Ze felt a little harsh when he heard it.

He glanced at him sideways, and the retro phoenix eyes were filled with a sharp edge.

The captivating eyes and aura made the male students notice it, and the voices unknowingly fell until they disappeared.

Uneasy guesses:

Could it be that they were so loud that Young Master Ji was unhappy?

Under the bright golden sunlight, the young man's eyebrows and eyes were as bright as luxurious oil paintings. His bright red lips opened lightly, and he said word by word:

"In the future, I don't want to hear what you say about Teacher Yan in your mouth."

“…”

Ji Ze's identity and background are in black, and everyone knows it in this aristocratic school.

There are guns that can be used in class, who dares to mess with them?

Although these male students were puzzled, they did not dare to disobey the "Imperial Imperial Purpose" of this young master of Hei Dao.

One by one, he nodded quickly to promise.

"I understand, Mr. Ji!"

The boy didn't say anything, he withdrew his gaze, inserted one hand into his trouser pocket, and turned around and entered the classroom.

I walked to the seat of a female classmate and stopped to stand.

Ji Ze thought for a while, and a name appeared on her red lips: "...Lin Yan?"

Lin Yan was startled: "Ji Ze, Ji Classmate..."

My little face is a little red and a little hot.

One day his name would actually be called out from Ji Ze's mouth...

Just think about it, it will make your heart beat faster.

This is Ji Ze.

Although Ji Ze is a person who dares to provoke in this aristocratic school, his identity, appearance, and handsomeness are the ones that girls who are so excited about at this age are most likely to be moved by.

What about God.

When Lin Yan thought that it was Ji Ze who was talking to her, she became stuttering.

"Student Ji Ze, may I ask, is there anything you have?"

"Lin Yan, English class representative?"

Ji Ze's bones were well-proportioned and his fair and slender hands slapped a few times on Lin Yan's desk.

Staring at the boy's hand, Lin Yan's eyes were a little straight, and she murmured: "...yes."

"This is the homework I've put away today, right?"

Ji Ze moved his finger to a stack of homework books, reached out and flipped it around casually - just a small action, which he did was so pleasing to the eye.

"I'll send homework to the office. When someone asks you, he says you're uncomfortable."

An irresistible tone and posture, a faintly commanding tone.

However, the word "力" in the words made Lin Yan feel that she was a little different.

Why did Ji Ze help her?

Could it be...

Lin Yan reached out and held her red and hot little face, lowered her head shyly and said, "Student Ji Ze, I can go there by myself in order to send homework, so I don't have to bother you..."

No response for a long time.

Lin Yan raised her head, where was Ji Ze's shadow in front of her?

"Dongdong."

The boy leaned against the door, knocked on the door with one hand, his bright red lips slightly bent and asked, "Teacher, can I come in?"

As soon as Fenghua looked up, she saw Ji Ze standing lazily at the door.

The school uniform on her body was slightly open, revealing a delicate jade-like collarbone, which was against the brilliant golden light, like an unruly beautiful boy walking out of the comics.

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The plot is not complicated, I just want to write a love sweet cake.
Chapter completed!