Chapter 539: Substitute teacher

Chapter 539 Substitute Teacher
For this kind of request, Ye Sang refused without even thinking about it. For this reason, she was worried that the two people would come to their school in a group. Before she left, she was worried about them several times.
If you don't let her fall in love, don't talk about it.
If these people go there, they won't know the issue of dating.
The old fathers felt very hurt for the daughter's relentless refusal and stared at her faintly.
Ye Sang felt his guilty conscience abruptly.
She closed the door slightly, shook her head, and ran to her room.
The first time I closed the door, I took out my mobile phone, lay on the bed and shrank under the covers, checked the balance in my card, and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the series of zeros behind.
Ye Sang just noticed that Huo Chenyu had sent a message to himself when he just wanted to turn off the phone.
The rough idea should be that their school arranges an internship, and Duan Jinyan happened to be arranged in their school.
You can usually let the other person take care of yourself.
Ye Sang only pouted his mouth when he saw it, and didn't react much.
In fact, she also understood what Huo Chenyu meant. Duan Jinyan came to their kind of aristocratic school for nothing but an internship.
Take care?
What can he take care of?
Ye Sang turned off the desk lamp next to him without taking Huo Chenyu's words to heart. He put the quilt on his head and fell asleep in the quilt.
...
The next day, she was afraid of being blocked by a few dads, so she went to school early. Around six o'clock, there were a few scattered students in her seat.
Ye Sang yawned and sat obediently in her position. The first time she woke up so early, she didn't recover, her chin pressed against the table and wanted to sleep again.
Drowsy, she didn't notice the discussion of her classmates around her. "Our class has another internship coming..."
"I just don't know how he looks like, his temper is good or not, I remember the last time the intern teacher looked very beautiful and his personality was also very good, didn't he still cry alive by those rich second generations?"
To say that in their class, the people who have the most hippy smiles and positive teachers are the rich second generations.
For this kind of capitalist children, the school also closes one eye.
"Tsk tusk tusk, to be honest, among the wealthy people in our class, Ye Sang has the best character."
Shen Yao has an arrogant personality, and the other eldest ladies can't wait to look at people with their nostrils.
If Ye Sang is easygoing, that's not the case.
She usually doesn't care about anyone, and those who have a good relationship are the young masters of the big family.
Most people don't dare to lean in front of her.
Partially Mu is an exception.
Some have played well with Mu Yue, and couldn't help but touch the other's shoulders, winking and smiling, "Miss, the real version of Bai Fumei, I think Ye Sang seems a bit interesting to you."
"Why don't you think about it, share with your little girlfriend and chase after Ye Sang?"
He whispered.
Mu Yue's eyes sank, and there was no answer.
Few people know that he has a girlfriend. After all, he is about to reach adulthood. How could he not have a girlfriend at this age.
just.
His family is poor. Those who come to No. 1 Middle School either have money or study well. Mu Yue obviously belongs to the latter.
It may be caused by the living environment. Mu Yue, who was afraid of being poor since he was a child, eagerly wanted to find a few rich girlfriends in this rich second-generation school.
Ye Sang was the target he had focused on long ago.
It's just obvious.
The other party's feelings were extraordinarily slow, and now he had only a vaguely favorable impression of himself, which made Mu Yue faintly irritated.
He felt that he couldn't sit still like this anymore.
Need to pierce this layer of window paper.
Otherwise, after graduation, it would be harder to find a beautiful girl like Ye Sang from a good family background than to get to the sky.
Ye Sang, who didn't know what the other party was thinking, was bored with his little head buried in his arms, lazily thinking about what to eat for lunch.
After waiting for all the students to arrive, the classroom still didn't calm down, and even Ye Sang's deskmate was chatting endlessly.
"Sangsang, let me tell you. When I came to school today, I saw a thief and a few handsome boys!!" Zhou Sisi grabbed her arm and yelled twice. Seeing the listless appearance of her own table, she stretched out Poke the opponent's small forehead.
"What's the matter? Listless."
Ye Sang covered his face and was in a daze: "Thinking about what to eat at noon."
She thought for a while, "I want to eat grapes, I don't know if there are any fruits in the cafeteria."
Zhou Sisi: "..."
Ye Sang licked her lips and was still in a trance. She was so silent that she couldn't help her thinking.
Zhou Sisi: "..."
Come on.
She is talking about it.
The class was discussing their substitute teachers. Ye Sang, who knew who the other party was early in the morning, was not interested. She even lay on the table with a bored expression.
When people came, the messy classroom was obviously quiet. The boy had white shirt and black pants, thick eyelashes, and extra red lips. When he was not smiling, he was alienated and cold.
How does this look like a teacher...
Ye Sang saw the other side's face that was damaging the country and the people, and he rolled his eyes slightly behind him, uninterested and wanted to continue lying on his stomach.
However, at this moment, Jin Yan didn't know if she hated what she did last time. He casually pinched his name from the blackboard, and then gave an introduction in a cold voice, and then stopped talking to the students.
He was too lazy, he didn't even bother to go down the podium at the moment, he squeezed a chalk head and slammed it straight in the direction of Ye Sang.
Don't say it.
This person is quite accurate.
Ye Sang, who was lying on her stomach, clutched her forehead, gritted her teeth and saw Duan Jin Yan's familiar face. She sat up slowly, looking at the chalk head on the table, her voice was sweet, "Teacher."
Gentle and gentle.
The first time I heard this little girl call her teacher, Duan Jinyan bent her legs slightly against the wall, raised her eyes and laughed, but she heard something different.
The young man lazily propped his chin, as if revenge against her, tapped his fingertips on the podium table, and said slowly, "Do you have any opinion on me?"
May I ask, where does this person look like a teacher?
Ye Sang shook his head obediently, suppressing the urge to beat him, and the little milk slowly said, "No."
"You are electricity, you are light, and you are the only myth. How dare I have an opinion."
When the teacher spoke, she did not dare to speak or talk back.
Ye Sang still has this kind of consciousness.
Duan Jinyan: "..."
He almost laughed directly.
Quite capable.
Don't forget a few words at this time.
In the following class, when everyone was silent in the beauty of the new teacher, Ye Sang didn't know how to offend this person. One class was picked up and answered questions seven or eight times. The man was lying on the table, awkward, lacking energy at all.
(End of this chapter)