Teacher Zhang Yi’s office is independent, and she is the only one in the entire office.
Moreover, in this era, the decoration of offices is generally very simple, with slightly old wooden doors. The first thing that catches the eye after entering the room is a large wooden desk.
The color of the tabletop is no longer bright, and the traces of time have left subtle scratches and mottled marks on it. Stacks of teaching materials, lesson plans and students' homework are neatly placed on the table. They are like loyal guards, always waiting for the owner's review. A pen lies quietly on the open notebook, as if it has just stopped recording thoughts.
On one side of the desk is a simple wooden bookshelf. The bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books, from ancient literary classics to modern educational theories, from poetry to prose novels. These books are not as new as new. The wear and tear on the spines and the yellowing of the pages tell the story of being read over and over again. In the corner of the bookshelf, there are also some old newspapers and magazines.
The windows in the office are not big, but they are big enough to let the sunlight into the house. The white curtains flutter gently in the breeze, adding a touch of softness to this slightly serious space. There is a pot of pothos placed in front of the window, with its emerald green leaves stretching wildly, injecting a touch of life and vitality into this simple office. The sunlight shines through the window and shines on the leaves of the pothos, reflecting spots of light, as if it is a unique decoration given to this space by nature.
There is a set of old-fashioned sofas placed against the wall. The fabric of the sofa has faded, but it is still comfortable to sit on. On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there is a cup of steaming tea. The faint fragrance of tea fills the air, making people feel a little warm. Next to the sofa, there is a small file cabinet. Various teaching materials and documents are stored in the cabinet. Although the appearance of the cabinet is slightly old, the materials inside are organized in order.
There is not much decoration on the walls of the office, only a few simple calligraphy and paintings. A calligraphy work "Teaching and Educating" is vigorous and powerful, highlighting the mission and responsibility of teachers; an ink painting "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" is simple and elegant, reflecting the elegant taste of literati. Next to the calligraphy and paintings, some outstanding compositions and certificates of awards from some students were posted.
Fortunately, a new air conditioner was installed on the wall of the simple office, making the temperature inside the office less stuffy.
"Hu~hu~"
The first thing I saw when I opened the door was a wooden desk. On a back seat with a simple soft cotton cushion, Teacher Zhang Yi's eyes were slightly closed, and her beautiful red lips were constantly spitting out hot air. The closed eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Pa-ta~"
The ballpoint pen on the table rolled to the ground, but Teacher Zhang Yi, who had just used it to grade her homework with her eyes closed, had no intention of picking it up.
The cool breeze blowing from the air conditioner swayed her hair, and Li Yang's head lying in front of her also swayed from side to side with the wind.
The more it swayed, the tighter Teacher Zhang Yi’s eyes closed.
"Bo~"
Finally, with a bang, the black-haired head lifted up, revealing the face of a handsome young man. Zhang Yi suddenly opened his eyes weakly, only to see Li Yang's face full of smiles.
"Teacher, correcting your homework is important. Don't forget to correct your homework."
Li Yang reminded with a smile, his eyes sparkling. Zhang Yi didn't understand what Li Yang was thinking right now. He narrowed his eyes and had no choice but to nod his head and turned sideways to pick up the pen that fell on the ground.
When picking up the pen, Zhang Yi subconsciously wanted to spread her legs to her sides, but she did not twitch. When she turned around, she saw that Li Yang had tightly sandwiched her beautiful legs in black stockings between them, making her Hard to break free.
"Teacher, you will fall down like this, let me help you."
Li Yang's smiling voice sounded in front of her again, and then her slender waist and perky little butt wrapped in a tight-fitting skirt were covered by Li Yang's big hands.
Zhang Yi took a breath, looked at Li Yang's smiling eyes, hurriedly pursed her lips and turned to pick up the black ballpoint pen that fell on the ground.
"Squeak~"
The wooden chair made a creaking sound, and Zhang Yi felt like she was about to fall. Fortunately, a strong hand placed on her creaking hole to prop up her upper body.
The slender and powerful palms grasped the soft flesh in her creaking nest, pinched a little mountain with the fingertips, and tightly held the clothes on her upper body together, pinching the white shirt on her upper body tightly.
She raised her left buttocks and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Li Yang's strong palms firmly grasped her buttocks and fixed her down.
"Hoo, ho, Li Yang, you have to hold on tight."
Zhang Yi hurriedly grabbed the back of the chair with her left hand, turned to Li Yang and said.
"Don't worry, teacher, it's safe."
Li Yang suddenly smiled and spoke. As he spoke, he exerted force with both hands, leaving traces of scratches on his buttocks.
Zhang Yi pursed her lips, then bit her lips again and pushed down to pick up the black ballpoint pen.
As soon as her body sank, most of her plump buttocks sitting on the chair were immediately exposed. Her white and tender palms hooked on the ground but failed to catch them. Li Yang's palms hurriedly grabbed the plump buttocks to prevent Zhang Yi from letting go. The body fell to the ground.
"Hmm~"
The naughty ballpoint pen rolled down too far. Zhang Yi stretched out his hand again and couldn't reach it. He couldn't help but snorted in his throat. He then moved forward and stretched his waist so hard that his white shirt was stretched. He pulled it until his waist was exposed and finally picked up the pen.
"Li Yang, please pull me back and sit back."
After picking up the ballpoint pen, Zhang Yi looked back at Li Yang, with a red smile on her face, and hurriedly spoke to him.
Although Li Yang was holding her for support, it was obvious that this posture was too much of a test on one's waist strength and she would not be able to support it.
"Okay, teacher."
Li Yang smiled, and then used force to pull Teacher Zhang Yi's body back and sit on the bench.
"Pull it back, why are you grabbing your butt so hard with your hand?"
Teacher Zhang Yi was caught upright, but her brows furrowed, and she bit her lip slightly and asked Li Yang weakly. "How can you know how soft the teacher is without exerting force?"
Li Yang said with a smile, and then said with a smile to the blushing teacher Zhang Yi: "Teacher, it's time for you to change your homework."
Zhang Yi looked down at her homework with a rosy face, and then looked at Li Yang's hand still holding her butt. She pursed her lips and nodded, took a deep breath quickly, put on a serious posture, and began to correct the work on the table seriously. test paper.
When Li Yang saw this, a smile appeared on his face, and he stared at the black silk thighs in front of him with his eyes. He slid his hands to the top, buried his head hard, and pressed it against the middle part.
Zhang Yi paused for a moment while she was correcting her homework, and her face turned red again. But the next moment she calmed down and continued to correct her homework seriously.
Only her shoulders that shook from time to time betrayed her state.
From time to time, I cast my gaze out of the office window. It was noon, and there was a bright sunny sky outside the window. The bright scene was like a gorgeous picture, slowly unfolding in front of my eyes.
Zhang Yi squinted her eyes, exhaled through her red lips, suddenly opened her eyes, bit her lips lightly, and squinted her eyes hurriedly.
The sun shone on her face, and Zhang Yi had homework placed in front of her. The eyelashes on her eyes trembled slightly, and they trembled for a long time before blushing, biting her lips, and continued to open her eyes and start correcting the homework.
The sky is as blue as a gem, so clear that there is no trace of impurities. That kind of blue is both deep and bright, as if it can suck people's soul into it. Large tracts of clouds seem to have been kneaded by skillful craftsmen at will. Some are as fluffy and soft as marshmallows, floating in groups; some are shaped like continuous mountains, majestic and spectacular; The light tulle floats in the sky indistinctly. These clouds are not static. They move slowly under the breeze, constantly changing their shapes and positions, adding endless dynamic beauty to the blue sky.
The sun shines down unreservedly, bright and hot. Each beam of light is like a golden arrow, penetrating the clouds and shooting straight to the earth. The sun shines on the glass walls of the building, reflecting the dazzling light that makes it almost impossible to open your eyes. Under the sunlight, those high-rise buildings have clearer outlines and stronger lines, as if they are giant sculptures carved with light.
On the street below, pedestrians were coming and going. Some of them were in a hurry, perhaps rushing to deal with important matters; others were leisurely and leisurely, walking slowly, enjoying this rare sunny time. People's figures lengthen and shorten in the sunlight, forming unique silhouettes. The ladies held up colorful parasols, moving like blooming flowers on the street; most of the men wore hats or covered their foreheads with their hands to avoid the strong light.
The trees beside the street are lush and green, and the green leaves become brighter and brighter under the baptism of the sun. The edges of the leaves shone with golden light, as if they were framed with a bright border. The breeze blows and the leaves rustle, like playing a cheerful summer symphony. The branches swayed in the wind, casting patches of mottled shade. Under the shade of the trees, occasionally a few puppies were playing and playing. They were running and jumping, and their cheerful barks broke the afternoon tranquility.
Looking further into the distance, there is an open park. The lawn in the park is like a huge green carpet, covering the entire ground. The grasses straightened their backs, absorbing the sunshine, rain and dew to their heart's content, showing their tenacious vitality. On the lawn, several families were having a picnic. The children were running and laughing on the grass, flying kites and playing football. Their laughter was as clear as silver bells, echoing in the air. The adults were sitting on picnic mats, tasting delicious food and watching the children playing with happy smiles on their faces.
The lake in the park sparkles in the sunlight, like a huge mirror. The lake is crystal clear and fish can be seen swimming freely in the water. Sometimes they jump out of the water and splash; sometimes they dive into the bottom and disappear without a trace. On the lake, several small boats floated gently, and the rowers were leisurely and contented. The oars in their hands gently stirred the lake water, creating circles of ripples.
In the sky, a few birds occasionally flew over. They spread their powerful wings and soared among the blue sky and white clouds. The chirping of the birds is clear and sweet, as if telling people about the vastness and freedom of the sky. One of the white doves is particularly eye-catching. Its white feathers shine with holy light in the sun, like an angel descending to the world.
At this moment, sunshine, blue sky, white clouds, green trees, lakes, pedestrians, birds... everything constitutes a harmonious and beautiful picture. This picture is full of vitality and vitality, making people feel the charm of nature and the beauty of life.
On the wooden desk in the office, Zhang Yi was grading homework seriously.
However, after correcting a few times, she felt that her wrist was a little weak. She adjusted her posture forcibly and looked at her handwriting on the homework book, which was crooked and soft, and she did not want her handwriting to appear in the students' homework books.
But she was really weak. She wanted to wait until she was ready before writing, but Li Yang refused and asked her to write hard. She could only bite her lip bitterly and continue to correct her homework.
In this way, the homework was corrected one by one.
Zhang Yi gritted her teeth and tried her best to correct all the homework.
Twenty minutes later, finally, the last homework was corrected in her hands.
"Well, the homework has been graded. The teacher has something to do at home. Li Yang, will you come with me?"
Zhang Yi hurriedly stood up from the chair and wanted to leave, but Li Yang hugged her legs and kept her from leaving. So she crossed her legs and looked down at Li Yang, who was looking up in confusion, and spoke with a blushing face.
"Well, okay, then we might as well go to the teacher's house."
Li Yang was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and then he took the initiative to lift up the teacher's slim waist and stood up from the table.
Zhang Yi hurriedly packed her clothes, blushed and walked out of the office with Li Yang holding her waist, and walked home.
The two walked out of the campus. Fortunately, it was during class time and they didn't meet anyone.
Not long after, they arrived at Teacher Zhang Yi's home near the school. After entering the house, Teacher Zhang Yi closed the door, turned on the air conditioner, and hurriedly went to take a shower.
Not long after, Teacher Zhang Yi came out of the shower. The air-conditioned room had become a little cooler, but her face turned hot when she looked at Li Yang.
"Li Yang, you, you should also take a shower."
After taking a bath, Teacher Zhang Yi wore a bathrobe, her white calves and snow-white neck exposed to the air, and spoke to Li Yang in a low voice.
"Okay."
With a smile on Li Yang's face, he stood up and walked into the bathroom generously.
Zhang Yi sat nervously on the sofa. She was relieved when Li Yang didn't move again. She followed her hands tightly and looked at the bathroom where Li Yang was taking a bath, but she was a little dazed.
It wasn't until a moment later that Li Yang reappeared from the bathroom and walked up to her with a smile on his face.
In this closed air-conditioned room, the air seemed to be frozen, and only the presence of the two of them filled the small space with a burning atmosphere. (End of chapter)