Chapter 93 Beautiful Teacher

The second class this morning is a math class. After the lecture, Ye Bihuang stopped Jiang Yachun and said, "Mr. Jiang, I have some English questions. Can I ask you?"

Jiang Yachun said with a smile, "Don't you have an English teacher? Why do you ask me?"

"But the questions I asked are a little profound, not to mention that I like to ask Mr. Jiang!" Ye Bihuang said with a smile.

"Good, since you are so easy to learn, it's okay for me to teach you English, but don't let others know, otherwise people will think I despise him when it comes to your English teacher's ears." In fact, Jiang Yachun really looks down on Ye Bihuang's English teacher. The English teacher in the second and second class of junior high school is 35 years old. He is an old man. He is particularly obscene, but he wants to pursue Jiang Yachun.

Jiang Yachun didn't accept it several times, because Jiang Yachun couldn't stand hearing his previous obscene deeds and seeing his face.

Seeing the notebook in Ye Bihuang's hand, Jiang Yachun smiled and said, "Come with me to the office. It's not good in the aisle."

"Well, there are too many problems in my notebook. I'm afraid I don't have enough time." Ye Bihuang stretched out his hand and wiped his nose.

"Well, today is English evening self-study. Didn't you have a half-hour break before? I'm in the office, waiting for you to come at any time. Jiang Yachun said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Jiang!" While Jiang Yachun turned around, Ye Bihuang took a deep breath of the fragrance from her body, which was still the familiar smell of Ferragamo perfume. Obviously, she did not accept Ye Bihuang's suggestion last time.

Ye Bihuang returned to the classroom and met Lee Kuan Yew, who had a serious gossip spirit.

"Hey hey, Brother Huang, what did you say to Mr. Jiang secretly just now?" Lee Kuan Yew blinked his eyes and said with a silver smile.

"We have an appointment to meet!" Ye Bihuang deliberately smiled mysteriously, which aroused Lee Kuan Yew's appetite.

"What? A date?" Lee Kuan Yew was so surprised that his mouth was so open that he almost saw his throat.

"Let's make an appointment! I'm going to ask questions." Ye Bihuang said solemnly.

"Personal questions?" Lee Kuan Yew smiled and tried his best to dig up some news.

"Yes! Personal issues." Ye Bihuang added with a smile: "Private English problem!"

After saying that, he had returned to his seat, leaving only a confused Lee Kuan Yew.

After three classes in the afternoon, Ye Bihuang took a notebook full of various sentences and walked to Jiang Yachun's office with expectation.

Pushing open the door of the office, the huge office was silent. Only Jiang Yachun sat there alone with a pen and writing something. Ye Bihuang looked at it from afar and saw Jiang Yachun like a goddess, exuding a charming atmosphere.

She was wearing a black professional suit, a black professional skirt and flesh-colored stockings. The huge Xuefeng on his chest bulged his clothes, as if he could break free from the shackles of his clothes.

Ye Bihuang took two steps forward. Jiang Yachun heard the footsteps and gently looked up and said with a smile, "It's Ye Bihuang. Come and sit down. If you have any questions, ask as soon as possible. I still have something to do." Even after class, Jiang Yachun is still expressionless and does business.

Ye Bihuang smiled and stepped forward to stand on the side of Jiang Yachun. The teacher asked him to sit there. It was just polite. How could he really sit? What's more, he didn't ask many questions.

He handed the notebook in his hand to Jiang Yachun and said with a smile, "Teacher, what I remember on this notebook is the question I want to ask you."

Jiang Yachun pulled a stool from the side and motioned Ye Bihuang to sit down without being so reserved.

"Thank you, teacher!" Seeing that Jiang Yachun must let himself sit down, Ye Bihuang was more respectful than obedient and sat on the chair.

This is an office hall. Each teacher in the hall has a small compartment. The teacher works in these compartments one by one. The other teachers are estimated to be off work, but Jiang Yachun is still here to correct homework for the students.

What a dedicated teacher, he is born to be so beautiful! It's really beautiful and touching.

Jiang Yachun opened her notebook and looked at it attentively. Her face, which was originally smiling, suddenly frowned slightly. She asked with some doubts, "Where did you find these sentences?" Speaking and pointing to the lines of English sentences in Ye Bihuang's book, it is obvious that this is American slang! Will you take the English exam for the middle school entrance examination?

"Teacher, what's wrong with these sentences? Is it difficult?" Ye Bihuang said doubtfully. He deliberately messed up these sentences, but he didn't want Jiang Yachun to see what the content was.

Looking at Jiang Yachun's current performance, these things may be difficult. If she can't answer it, then no one will ask. After all, she has the highest English ability around her.

Jiang Yachun shook his head and said, "It's not this problem. I have also read the English textbooks of junior high school, and I have some understanding. These words clearly exceed the scope of the syllabus of the middle school entrance examination. How can you ask these questions?

As a math teacher, Jiang Yachun has read English textbooks, which surprised Ye Bihuang a little, but he has been prepared for a long time. He replied, "Teacher, I learn English for application, not the kind of English that can only do papers."

Jiang Yachun smiled and said, "The sentences above are all about hacking technology on the Internet. Do you want to be a hacker?"

Ye Bihuang knew that he couldn't hide it, so he nodded and said, "I just want to learn a little technology. I'm far from a real hacker. I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a long time to become a hacker."

"Okay, I'll take a look at these things for you." With that, Jiang Yachun pointed to each line of English sentence on the notebook with delicate jade and began to read it carefully.

There are a lot of American slang. Without certain professional knowledge or people who have not lived in the United States, they can't understand the meaning at all. Many things in English can't be found in the dictionary. Some words, even if you have to think about how to say them, then you can smooth out all the meanings, and then tell Ye Bihuang.

Ye Bihuang's eyes secretly swept over her whole body while Jiang Yachun was meditating. The beautiful legs were particularly attractive, and the plump and slender thighs were wrapped in a layer of flesh-colored stockings, **, full and round. He secretly scanned Jiang Yachun's thighs and buttocks up and down with the afterglow of his eyes, and gently moved back to improve the perspective.

Jiang Yachun smiled and looked up, gently opened the cherry lips, and the fairy voice floated out of the red and white lips: "Bihuang, come here, get closer, I'll tell you..." Ye Bihuang took two steps closer to Jiang Yachun. Jiang Yachun reached out and picked up a ballpoint pen from the seat, lit the English sentences on the notebook, and began to explain the meaning in detail.