Teacher Ye Weiping, who originally thought he would take advantage of the victory and pursue the situation, returned to the office in a mess, and took Hao Jun's natural science paper and angrily drew a big tiger in the scoring area for no reason. Not to mention, with a pen of three to five, the word "king" on his head, it really had the momentum of the tiger king going down the mountain and thousands of beasts worshiping him.

Ye Weiping thought to himself that Hao Jun is the big worm in our hearts. If we use our special skills and make a slap for you, then we won’t seem to be angry and we won’t fight with this guy who has changed his appearance.

This kind of mental comfort like Ah Q really made Teacher Ye Weiping breathe a sigh of relief. He was just stuck at the desk and couldn't swallow his meal. He was angry and was very embarrassed. But this little guy, Hao Jun, obviously, is protected by Principal Gu, so we can only be unable to provoke him and hide.

Almost all the teachers knew what he and Hao Jun were not dealing with, but now, hi...

Yang Gensheng looked at Ye Weiping calmly, not knowing what kind of eyes were hidden behind the brown glasses on his nose.

Gu Shanqi was a little embarrassed. She had just scolded the veteran teacher for deliberately revenge. She couldn't relieve her awkwardness. She just held the signature pen and lowered her head to paint on the draft paper, but she didn't dare to look up at people. The little girl probably didn't think about the details of her future.

Teacher Jiang Shiqijiang was actually a little disgusted with Ye Weiping's behavior of making a big fuss. This matter has become well known. He is really worried that Ye Weiping will be tough and Hao Jun will be fired. He doesn't know how the result of Ye Weiping's negotiations with Principal Gu just now.

However, judging from his delicate thoughts and unique perspective as a math teacher, Ye Weiping seemed to be in a bad mood, and he was defeated, interesting, and really interesting.

Yang Gensheng moved his body, which was a little sore because he corrected his homework. When he saw Hao Jun's brand new homework book, he felt like he had eaten a bitter gourd. The inside was full of squeaky smell, with huge stamina, and even his ears were a little uncomfortable. He pondered a little, tapped the table with a pen, and asked Jiang Shiqi softly: "Teacher Jiang, is there a place for Hao Jun in this math competition?"

Jiang Shiqi didn't know why Yang Gensheng suddenly asked about this, "Yes, Teacher Yang, Hao Jun came over and asked for it last week. I remember you were in the office at that time!"

"Oh, yes, it seems that this is the case!" Yang Gensheng glanced at Ye Weiping, "How is his math grades? Is there any hope?"

Jiang Shiqi thought for a while before thinking, "He is a student, Hao Jun, is smart, but his math foundation is a bit poor, and his grades are not ideal in normal times. However, the competition requires more vivid thinking. I hope it will be another one!"

Yang Gensheng smiled slightly: "That's the reason. This student's foundation is too poor, but he is a little clever. However, in this math competition, the third-year junior high school students do not pay much attention to it, and the grades may be somewhat different from previous years!"

Jiang Shiqi frowned and said nothing.

Yang Gensheng looked at the English letters of flying dragons and phoenixes on the homework book in his hand, and the words that clearly out of the knowledge of junior high school students, smiled slightly, and then gently closed the homework book!

Sports and entertainment activities in the third year of junior high school have basically stopped, but there are still nominal activity classes, which are roughly in the third class in the afternoon. The class teacher Yang Gensheng asked the students to move freely.

Good students will still stay in the classroom seriously and work hard and review their homework, but the "playful" students will run to the playground to have a crazy life, releasing increasingly heavy pressure, which is also a kind of adjustment.

Hao Jun had long forgotten the battle with Ye Weiping in the morning. When he thought, as long as Principal Gu checked him, Teacher Ye was so angry that he had to swallow his anger. It was not that he was not respectful enough to be respectful, but Ye Weiping did not have the qualifications to respect him.

He smiled slightly, which could be regarded as avenging the hatred of his previous life. He is not a saint, and he cannot forget some hatred, nor can he forget those cute smiling faces.

Hu Jiajie and Zhao Wenjie are naturally not the kind of children who will work hard in the classroom at such moments. At that time, the only sports students at that time were except basketball and table tennis, while girls were badminton, volleyball and so on, which was quite not rich.

The little girl Song Chenchen is naturally inseparable from Hao Jun, Hu Jiajie and Zhao Wenjie. This four-person group, which had its prototype in junior high school, developed rapidly in high school. The little girl doesn't like girls' sports such as badminton and volleyball, but she only likes basketball. Hao Jun watched the little girl prepare for exercise under the sunset, and a faint smile was always on the corner of her mouth.

The little girl specially changed into a sportswear, gray-white sports trousers, white sports jacket, and a pair of white sports shoes. Her family's financial conditions are not bad, and the sportswear is also very beautiful.

Hao Jun always felt that his eyes were a little evil, and he couldn't help looking at the little girl's slender thighs. In his mind, countless little girls grew up and were charming. When they were wearing bright red short skirts, they showed their pink and slender thighs, and they were swaying back and forth in front of him, and even their blood was still vaguely accustomed to it.

At this time, this little charming fairy girl always sat down opposite him, raised her right leg and gently placed it on her left leg. The instant spring light and the faint smile on the corners of the woman's eyebrows have made him remember it deeply and cannot be forgotten.

In my memory of his embarrassment, she laughed...

What a life-threatening little witch...

At this moment, the girl was more like a beautiful little poplar, doing standard preparations. When pressing her knees, her tight sports trousers outlined the semicircle that the little girl had already grown up, like a crescent moon, impacting Hao Jun's gaze. He could even see clearly the traces of the girl's underwear on the girl's buttocks.

He seemed to have returned to those countless scenes in an instant. Every time, that charming woman always gave him the urge to lift his skirt and find out.

What kind of woman is this? He can never make the girl in front of him coincide with the woman in his memory. However, all this is no longer important. As long as she lives happily, it is enough.

"Nizi, your curves are good, just keep this move!" Hao Jun couldn't help but want to tease this cute girl.

The little girl blushed and her beautiful eyes glared fiercely, and continued her preparations for her great work. She was trying her best to play basketball with Hao Jun and her gang.

Hao Jun is thin, but his height is barely considered to be among junior high school students. He is a restless person in elementary school, so he has always had good flexibility when playing basketball, and he is also half a master in Class 1, 3rd junior high school.

But I haven't touched the basketball for more than ten years. When I picked up the rubber, orange-yellow basketball with obvious characteristics of the times, all the passion factors in my body seemed to be alive and ready to move.

He gently transported the ball a few times, touching the basketball with his fingertips was still a little stiff. He squinted his eyes and looked at the basketball basket five meters away. He lifted the basketball, squatted down, jumped up, and took action. The basketball crossed a beautiful arc and hit the net with a sound of browsing the ground, and three-no-touch.

Those who came in response were Hu Jiajie and Zhao Wenjie booed and the little girl covered her mouth and laughed at her...

Hao Jun scratched his head with self-deprecating slap in his hands, his hands became unfamiliar, and his strength seemed to be a little insufficient.

At this moment, the sunset, the court, the boys and girls, the jumping basketball, are particularly cool...
Chapter completed!