Your handwriting is so ugly...

In a word, from the serious teacher Xiao An said that Yu Yue suffered 10,000 points of injury.

Although the words are ugly, the gracefulness between the sentences makes An Yu linger. Suddenly, he remembered a recent task. An Yu's eyes turned: "To prove that this is what you wrote, please write me another manuscript."

"Manuscript?" Yu Yue was puzzled.

"Yes, the topic is proposition, um..." An Yu pretended to think for a while and said, "Let's write about youth, write a poem with youth as the theme."

Yu Yue felt that he was too big, and this was the rhythm of revealing the whole thing!

"What's wrong?" An Yu looked at Yu Yue's frowning: "Are you lying to me? Didn't this write you?"

Yu Yue lowered his head: "Teacher, this is Liangzi..."

"Stop!" An Yu's tone soared instantly: "Stop this topic for me, I know Liang Shu can't write it. Now, immediately, write me a poem of youth!"

Yu Yue looked up and saw that Teacher An Yu took the pen and paper and pushed it forward, looking like it had arrived at noon and three o'clock.

He picked up the pen helplessly, and Yu Yue began to get confused. He was a little talented and had little knowledge, so how could he write poetry?

Can you go back and write? Go on Baidu tomorrow!

But looking at Teacher Xiao An looking forward to it, Yu Yue could only give up this plan, because it was obvious that Teacher Xiao An just wanted to try himself!

Youth, youth...

Suddenly, a light of inspiration suddenly appeared!

Yu Yue was happy, but he did not dare to show his voice on his face. Instead, he looked at Teacher Xiaoan and said, "Teacher Xiaoan..."

"Remove that small word!" Teacher Xiao An said.

"Uh, Teacher An, that, if I write it out, you will read the love letter..." Yu Yue stopped talking.

"Oh, do you want to negotiate with me?" Teacher Xiao An had a faint smile on his lips, and he was arrogant without anger.

"No, no, I thought about my first offense. You are just talking about it. In fact, your teachings are profound enough. You don't have to hand it over to the head teacher. From now on, I will definitely change my mind and be a good person!" Yu Yue said sincerely.

Teacher Xiao An smiled slightly: "It's done, but it depends on how you wrote it. If it doesn't meet the requirements, then I don't agree."

"Hey hey!" Yu Yue was very happy and finally passed the test.

No longer hesitate, I write three words - to make youth.

When Teacher Xiao An saw the title, he felt happy. Although these three words were very simple, they had a unique feeling, especially for her literary youth who felt that youth was gradually fading away.

He looked at Yu Yue's beautiful eyes, waiting for Yu Yue to start writing, but unexpectedly he suddenly looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Xiao An asked in confusion without seeing the flames rushing in Yu Yue's eyes.

Yu Yue said: "If you look at me like this, you will lose inspiration if you are nervous. After I finish writing, you will read it?"

When An Yu thought it made sense, he got up and picked up the cup and said, "You sit and write."

Yu Yue let out a sound, then sat on Teacher An's chair.

The moment she sat down, a warm feeling came from her butt, and Yu Yue's heart was aroused. Oh, this is what Teacher An is so warm!

An Yu didn't know Yu Yue's mentality at this moment, but he just felt that this guy was sitting so naturally, not cramped at all, it was different!

Seeing that Teacher An walked slowly towards the water dispenser, it seemed that he would create time and space for himself, Yu Yue wrote quickly.

An Yu, who was standing next to the water dispenser, was always staring at Yu Yue. Seeing that he was flowing without stopping, he was surprised. What kind of state is this? He wrote like a god!

After a long time, Yu Yue stopped writing, and Teacher An Yu said in confusion: "Have you finished writing?"

Yu Yue nodded and saw Teacher An Yu coming over, and hurriedly got up.

Teacher An Yu sat on his chair again, picked up the manuscript and read it.

Yu Yue stood beside him, not worried that he would not be able to pass the youth. He was just thinking, did Teacher An feel the warmth of his butt?

Unfortunately, Teacher An did not have any strange emotions, but the cherry mouth rippled slightly, as if he was reading subconsciously.

When I saw the first sentence, Teacher An Yu's eyes lit up. Then, the more I read it, the more I became more and more happy. After reading it once, I felt unsatisfied and savored it again. But this time, I couldn't help but read it.

"His unruly face is like the sky is about to be late. Her hair washed is like the flame in her heart. A short carnival thought that a life will last. A long farewell is a feast of youth. My hands on the winter night are like hot oaths. Your flashing eyes are like fragile beliefs. The years of greed are ruthlessly paid back, and the indulgent nature has disappeared."

Halfway through reading, An Yu's voice trembled slightly, his heart was slightly bitter, and an inexplicable reluctance surged into his heart.

"Crazy, tired, painful...human comedy."

"I laughed, shouted, left...youth was bizarre."

After pursing his lips, the emotional An Yu's eyes were actually wet. Yu Yue saw this but was not surprised, because, back then, this song moved countless young people, both literary and ordinary, even if it was a second-hand one, it was touched.

Not only beautiful, but especially charming.

"The beautiful scenery of good times and beautiful scenery are the sky, and I have worked hard for whom I am sweet. This year's youth has passed away, but there is a unique world. The beautiful scenery of good times and beautiful scenery is the sky, and I have worked hard for whom I am sweet. This year's youth has passed away, and I understand the time..."

The sound stopped gradually hoarsely, and the lingering sound lingers on the beams and the artistic conception is quiet.

Even Yu Yue, who had long appreciated the beautiful lyrics of this song, was once again shocked by beauty after hearing An Yu's confession.

An Yu didn't come back to his senses for a long time, but just looked at the words quietly, as if he was trapped in infinite memories.

Everyone has their own youth. In those years, there are the tender buds of spring, the night rain in summer, the yellow leaves in autumn, the white snow in winter, and the unique him or her. It is a time that will never be erased.

"It's so good!" Teacher An Yu finally came to his senses, but his eyes were still reluctant to leave the manuscript.

Seeing that there was a faint sorrow between Teacher An Yu's eyebrows, Yu Yue said, "It's just that the word "is a bit ugly."

With a squeak, An Yu laughed, the infinite sorrow dissipated instantly, and then he looked at Yu Yue with reproach.

Yu Yue grinned.

Finally put down the manuscript, An Yu looked at Yu Yue again, but this time, she found that she couldn't understand the student.

"How could you have such a profound understanding of youth?"

Yu Yue smiled and said, "Teacher Xiaoan, I want to say that I had a dream, dreaming of leaving campus, going to society and looking like ten years later, do you believe it?"

"You think I'm an idiot?" Teacher An Yu asked.

"No, I just..."

"Stop!" Teacher An Yu shouted quickly, then glared at Yu Yue: "Be serious!"

Yu Yue narrowed his eyes and smiled honestly.

"Okay, this is over, I won't hand you over to Teacher Li." Teacher An Yu said.

"Ouch!" Yu Yue was so excited that he clasped his hands together and said, "I know that Teacher Xiaoan, you are more beautiful and you will never be too stubborn!"

Teacher An Yu rolled his eyes, what does it mean to destroy flowers with a harsh hands? Are you also a flower?

Also, people are more beautiful in heart? Puff...

"Teacher Xiao An, am I going to class?" Yu Yue solicited for a while.

"Wait, it's not over yet." Teacher An said.

"Ah?" Yu Yue was stunned for a moment, not finished yet?

"Say, who did this be written for!" Teacher An asked.

Yu Yue was stunned, then felt a little distressed and begged: "Teacher Xiaoan..."

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, come to the truth!" Teacher An turned his back on his face.

"This is not a love letter, it is a poem I wrote casually!" Yu Yue started Tai Chi.

"Do you think I'm in vain...Don't talk to me quickly!" Teacher An changed his words in a hurry, learning from his mistakes, and he could not speak like this in the future!

Yu Yue gritted his teeth and felt that Teacher An was a well-educated person, so he said, "Teacher An, is this personal privacy?"

"What did you say?" Teacher An widened his eyes, as if you said it again and I'll listen to it.

Yu Yue twitched, damn, he miscalculated. Teacher An also had a domineering side. He quickly changed his mind and decided to move him with emotion and reason. He said bitterly: "Teacher An, you are also a person who has experienced it. Youth is young, who is not restless? I am just a secret love. I promise that I will never develop further and will not affect my studies!"

Teacher An hummed disdainfully, you don’t have to worry about your studies, but there will be a second one. It’s so great that you can let you go. What should I do if it has an impact on that girl’s study?

Yu Yue is right. Teacher Xiaoan is a veteran and she knows adolescent girls.

Not to mention some girls who want to steal the forbidden fruit, even if those good students regard love as tigers, once they receive a love letter, they will definitely be confused and will think about it. No matter whether the other party is handsome or not, whether they are good at studying, or whether they like the opposite sex, they will be beating around, which will undoubtedly have a huge impact on learning. Therefore, she must completely solve this problem. Of course, she will not be arrogant, but she also has her own methods.

So she was extremely determined and watched Yu Yue issue an ultimatum again: "Say!"

Yu Yue gritted his teeth and looked like he would not say anything. He was beaten to death.

"Don't say it, right?" An Yu asked.

Yu Yue closed his mouth and was silent.

"Okay, if you don't say it, then I'll hand you over to Teacher Li!" An Yu threatened.

"No!" Yu Yue exclaimed: "We agreed!"

"Yes, but based on your confession, if you don't say it, I can only hand you over to the head teacher!" An Yu said.

Yu Yue looked pitiful.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful. For the last chance, I'll say, who did this poem be written for!" Teacher An Yu maintained his momentum.

Yu Yue looked at Teacher Anyu and seemed to be struggling.

Teacher An Yu held his arms and admired Yu Yue's performance, but his attitude was very firm, as if you were not in too much time.

Finally, Yu Yue was defeated and lowered his head, and then gently spit out a word with shame, guilt, regret, and embarrassment - you...

"Hmm?" Teacher An Yu was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

"What?" screamed in horror.

Then, Teacher Xiaoan completely collapsed.

He stared at Yu Yue in disbelief, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying scene.

His eyes were panicked, his mouth was slightly opened, his face was flushed, and his heart was beating sharply.
Chapter completed!