At nine o'clock in the evening, at Linjiang Middle School, Pan Xiaoru sat behind the teacher's desk, looking at the entire classroom with more than fifty young men in the flowery season, either reading books, writing homework, talking softly, discussing problems, and sighed softly in her heart: What a great years, they are buried in these useless books...
The night wind quietly passed through the slightly opened window crack, blowing Pan Xiaoru's thin hair, gently teasing her white chest. The slightly itchy feeling was like a gentle wave of water, slowly spreading from her soft breasts little by little...
Under the desk, Pan Xiaoru crossed her feet, her slender legs tightly joined together. It seemed that only such squeezing could relieve the ubiquitous slight itch. Unfortunately, the wind was not quiet, and the heart was not stopped...
Linjiang Middle School is a private middle school with an annual tuition fee of about 500,000 yuan. Pan Xiaoru graduated from a master's degree three years ago and passed the interview. She entered this school as she wished. That year, she also got married to her boyfriend whom she had been in love with for seven years...
But her married life is not as she imagined. After the short honeymoon, Pan Xiaoru was so overwhelmed by her busy work that she was breathless. Her colleagues were almost all senior special teachers from major prestigious schools. Only with crazy work and crazy study can she gain a foothold. The high salary she imagined was linked to work assessment. She has been at the bottom for three consecutive years...
Pan Xiaoru's husband works as a salesperson and runs around the country almost every day. The new house he bought for a huge sum of money when he got married overlooks the river view, and the spring flowers are blooming, but now he has almost become a hotel in Linjiang.
Pan Xiaoru sometimes laughs at herself that she is like a lover raised by her husband in Linjiang City. The flame of passionate love for seven years has been completely extinguished by her marriage life for less than a year...
Before I knew it, I became a slave to the riverside apartment, a captive of tedious work, and a trapped beast in the love grave...
The slender ballpoint pen kept turning between Pan Xiaoru's equally slender fingers. There were less than 30 minutes to finish the evening self-study, and Pan Xiaoru had less than 30 minutes to make the final decision...
The Director of Academic Affairs, I hope that he is only 36 years old this year, and is in charge of the work rating of all teachers in the school, and almost holds the wallet of every teacher in the school.
He has always given Pan Xiaoru the impression that he is handsome, knowledgeable, humorous, upright and dedicated...
Married for 10 years, one son and one daughter, and the family is stable.
Such people should be in such a critical position...
Pan Xiaoru was actually a little dissatisfied. She had deliberately designed to tease him several times, but unfortunately the charm was like the fragrance of flowers floating everywhere, and it could not cause any turmoil at all...
Alas, such a man...
However, in the past month, Xi Yesheng began to approach Pan Xiaoru very abnormally and frequently, which made Pan Xiaoru ignite another look of expectation in her endless confusion. If...
Just if...
So will the year-end assessment of this summer be able to make a breakthrough?
Smack, the slender ballpoint pen accidentally slid from Pan Xiaoru's fingertips and fell to the ground. The sound was not loud, and it seemed that it did not attract anyone's attention at all. At 9:25, Pan Xiaoru sighed, got up, bent down, and picked up the ballpoint pen on the ground. However, looking up at the classroom, she found that many boys who were originally looking down at the book and doing homework were looking in their direction, facing their own eyes, and quickly lowered their heads...
Pan Xiaoru smiled in her heart. Tonight, she was wearing a light pink sleeveless low-necked shirt, naked with a white chest, and her deep cleavage appeared and disappeared...
A pair of white half-short hot pants tightly wrapped around the round thighs, but proudly exposed the gentle and smooth calves...
Her delicate breasts gently support her short shirt, and her pretty face turned red by the pink...
This room is a young man with a temperament, and who doesn’t like to peek at such a teacher?
But today's seemingly casual outfit is worn for the academic director Xi Ye, because Xi also hopes to come on WeChat after school in the afternoon, saying that after evening self-study, there is some time to provide one-on-one tutoring for Pan Xiaoru on teaching methods to help Pan Xiaoru improve the quality of teaching...
One-to-one tutoring?
what happens?
And what should you do and what can you do?
The bell... Finally, the last bell for evening self-study rang. Pan Xiaoru nodded and watched the classmates leave the classroom with a smile, but her heart was pounding, and her pretty face was unknowingly red...
The night wind quietly passed through the slightly opened window crack, blowing Pan Xiaoru's thin hair, gently teasing her white chest. The slightly itchy feeling was like a gentle wave of water, slowly spreading from her soft breasts little by little...
Under the desk, Pan Xiaoru crossed her feet, her slender legs tightly joined together. It seemed that only such squeezing could relieve the ubiquitous slight itch. Unfortunately, the wind was not quiet, and the heart was not stopped...
Linjiang Middle School is a private middle school with an annual tuition fee of about 500,000 yuan. Pan Xiaoru graduated from a master's degree three years ago and passed the interview. She entered this school as she wished. That year, she also got married to her boyfriend whom she had been in love with for seven years...
But her married life is not as she imagined. After the short honeymoon, Pan Xiaoru was so overwhelmed by her busy work that she was breathless. Her colleagues were almost all senior special teachers from major prestigious schools. Only with crazy work and crazy study can she gain a foothold. The high salary she imagined was linked to work assessment. She has been at the bottom for three consecutive years...
Pan Xiaoru's husband works as a salesperson and runs around the country almost every day. The new house he bought for a huge sum of money when he got married overlooks the river view, and the spring flowers are blooming, but now he has almost become a hotel in Linjiang.
Pan Xiaoru sometimes laughs at herself that she is like a lover raised by her husband in Linjiang City. The flame of passionate love for seven years has been completely extinguished by her marriage life for less than a year...
Before I knew it, I became a slave to the riverside apartment, a captive of tedious work, and a trapped beast in the love grave...
The slender ballpoint pen kept turning between Pan Xiaoru's equally slender fingers. There were less than 30 minutes to finish the evening self-study, and Pan Xiaoru had less than 30 minutes to make the final decision...
The Director of Academic Affairs, I hope that he is only 36 years old this year, and is in charge of the work rating of all teachers in the school, and almost holds the wallet of every teacher in the school.
He has always given Pan Xiaoru the impression that he is handsome, knowledgeable, humorous, upright and dedicated...
Married for 10 years, one son and one daughter, and the family is stable.
Such people should be in such a critical position...
Pan Xiaoru was actually a little dissatisfied. She had deliberately designed to tease him several times, but unfortunately the charm was like the fragrance of flowers floating everywhere, and it could not cause any turmoil at all...
Alas, such a man...
However, in the past month, Xi Yesheng began to approach Pan Xiaoru very abnormally and frequently, which made Pan Xiaoru ignite another look of expectation in her endless confusion. If...
Just if...
So will the year-end assessment of this summer be able to make a breakthrough?
Smack, the slender ballpoint pen accidentally slid from Pan Xiaoru's fingertips and fell to the ground. The sound was not loud, and it seemed that it did not attract anyone's attention at all. At 9:25, Pan Xiaoru sighed, got up, bent down, and picked up the ballpoint pen on the ground. However, looking up at the classroom, she found that many boys who were originally looking down at the book and doing homework were looking in their direction, facing their own eyes, and quickly lowered their heads...
Pan Xiaoru smiled in her heart. Tonight, she was wearing a light pink sleeveless low-necked shirt, naked with a white chest, and her deep cleavage appeared and disappeared...
A pair of white half-short hot pants tightly wrapped around the round thighs, but proudly exposed the gentle and smooth calves...
Her delicate breasts gently support her short shirt, and her pretty face turned red by the pink...
This room is a young man with a temperament, and who doesn’t like to peek at such a teacher?
But today's seemingly casual outfit is worn for the academic director Xi Ye, because Xi also hopes to come on WeChat after school in the afternoon, saying that after evening self-study, there is some time to provide one-on-one tutoring for Pan Xiaoru on teaching methods to help Pan Xiaoru improve the quality of teaching...
One-to-one tutoring?
what happens?
And what should you do and what can you do?
The bell... Finally, the last bell for evening self-study rang. Pan Xiaoru nodded and watched the classmates leave the classroom with a smile, but her heart was pounding, and her pretty face was unknowingly red...
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