Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

The afternoon class started at two o'clock. Yang Wei stayed up late last night to read a novel. Today, he didn't wake up until he fell asleep at 1.550.

She rubbed her numb hands and patted her face a few times before she picked up the courseware on the desk and left the office.When she walked to the door of the second-grade classroom in fifth grade, she lifted her breath and showed a smile before she lifted her foot into the front door.

As soon as the student saw her coming in, she shouted with excitement: "Get up!"

The students stood up in unison: "Good teacher--"

"Good classmates." Yang Wei asked everyone to sit down and start the lecture with a smile. "What we want to learn today is styling. Before learning, let's understand what is called "type"." She picked up a few on the table Fruit model, began to explain the shape of the object.

The child Liang Minghao sitting in the last row secretly took out his mobile phone from the desk and sent a WeChat message to his uncle: "Our art teacher started talking about things that only elementary school students would listen to."

The other party sent a reply two minutes later: "I remember you are a primary school student."

Liang Minghao: "I am a primary school student who has been studying sketching for two years."

Uncle: "I care more about your ability to play with your mobile phone in class than this?"

"It is theoretically impossible..." Liang Minghao had just entered these words, and hadn't sent them out yet. He saw Yang Wei looking over in his own direction.He tucked his phone into his schoolbag and smiled at Yang Wei, who smiled back at him while giving a lecture.

When Yang Wei looked away, Liang Minghao took out his phone again, deleted the sentence just now, re-edited the message and sent it: "But our teacher is very beautiful, like Song Jin."

Uncle: "Who is Song Jin?"

Liang Minghao: "You don't even know Song Jin?!"

After sending this WeChat account in shock, he discovered that Yang Wei was already standing in front of him.

Yang Wei looked down at him with a faint smile on his face: "Classmate Liang Minghao, you can't play mobile phones during class time."

Liang Minghao put away his phone and smiled to Yang Weiqian: "I'm sorry Teacher Yang, I don't dare anymore."

Yang Wei nodded with a smile, turned and walked towards the podium.Liang Minghao put the art book on the desk and touched the phone.

"After understanding the diversity and unity of shapes, we are now trying to complete a composition with different shapes..." Yang Wei stood on the podium and glanced in the direction of Liang Minghao.Ha ha ha, do you think I can't tell you are playing with your mobile phone by standing on the table?

She took a breath and continued to keep the smile on her face: "Before framing, we need to make a frame by ourselves."

When the whole class raised their hands and followed Yang Wei as the framing frame, Liang Minghao finally received a reply from his uncle, this time directly a voice message.He sniffed the corner of his mouth, flipped out the earplugs from his schoolbag, and plugged in his phone.

"I just returned home."

The little angel Liang Minghao searched for him a picture of Song Jin intimately, and sent it along with a text: "The new generation of lords and goddesses, the heroine of "Painting the Soul", and now the well-known "Green Time" is also She starred."

Before long, the uncle's voice message came again.Liang Minghao just opened it, and the earplugs in his ears were pulled away. Because the force was too strong, the connector was pulled out of the phone directly.So, the uncle's clear and sweet voice rang in the classroom.

"Is your teacher a good figure?"

Liang Minghao: "..."

He looked at Yang Wei in front of him, rubbing his lips dryly: "Hehe, he is talking about Teacher Luo who teaches mathematics."

Yang Wei smirked at him with his lips, took the mobile phone on his desk, turned and walked back to the podium: "Classmate Liang Minghao, don't leave school today."

Liang Minghao: "..."