There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Teacher Qi, What A Coincidence

T/N: Warning: Fixed MTL *mostly pronouns and butchered proper names, novels are not mine, one request from me; make it a habit to remember the title and the author of the novel you are reading. Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255

Quick pronunciation guide: Qi Yan is read as Chee Yan(Q is read as ‘ch’) Yan. Lu Zhiqiao is read as Loo Zhee Chao (Loo in look) Zhee (Shi with a Z)

It rained in the evening , and the temperature in Jiangcheng, which had failed to enter autumn for several days, dropped slightly. The wind blew outside, and there was a hint of coolness. The leaves of the camphor trees along the street were rustling, shaking off drops of water .

The school’s midterm exam had just ended, and Qi Yan invited a few friends to have a gathering.

The lights in the bar were dimmed, and lyrical music was played, and the air was mixed with the smell of perfume and powder.

“Finally the exam is over, I can rest for a few days.” She was sitting in the middle like a queen, wearing a red dress that was flamboyant, with a deep V neckline that accentuated her slender neck, quite sexy and charming.

She poured herself a drink while talking.

Her friends all laughed and said to her:

“I told you that being a teacher is tiring, and you’re even teaching junior high school students. The most rebellious and difficult to manage, it’s not bad if you can persist for three years.”

“That’s right, Yanyan, your family has no shortage Money, why do you suffer from this crime? Let’s go as soon as you have tasted something new.”

“It’s a waste of your condition to be a teacher.”

Qi Yan took a sip of her wine, a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said lazily: “I’m not tired yet, wait it’s never too late to leave once I’m tired.”

Everyone was laughing and chattering, until the topic turned elsewhere.

In just a short while, beauties kept coming over to strike up a conversation.

These people, with heavy make-up, have a smell of wind and dust, those who don’t wear makeup are too young, and some have short shaved heads and cigarettes in their mouths, indiscriminate between male and female. Qi Yan lacked interest and refused without exception.

On the dance floor, several beauties with graceful figures were swaying gently to the rhythm of the music, a pair of couples, so intimate, it made people feel enthusiastic and ready to move.

Qi Yan looked around, searching for prey.

After a while, her eyes stopped.

In the corner, a woman was sitting quietly alone, with long hair reaching her shoulders, her facial features were cold, wearing a smart white suit which was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.

There were tables in twos and threes nearby, but this person was deserted and lonely, not like someone who came to have fun, but more like a broken hearted person who came to get drunk.

However, she suits her taste.

Qi Yan is a woman of action, and as soon as she thought of it, she was already walking there with a glass of wine, and her friend called her behind her, but she pretended not to hear it.

Pure music is soft and soothing, the lights are getting darker, and the atmosphere is getting more and more charming.

Lu Zhiqiao sipped alone for a while, put down the empty wine glass, closed her eyes, and gently rubbed her temples with her index finger. The music had a relaxing effect. At this moment, she felt comfortable physically and mentally, a little tipsy, very comfortable.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind in her ears, and she felt someone sitting down. She opened her eyes, turned her head, and saw a gentle and bright smiling face in her sight.

“Alone?” Qi Yan raised her eyebrows.

As soon as she got closer, she smelled a faint woody fragrance, like cold citrus, and like heavy sandalwood, very cold, but also very sultry, very high-end fragrance, with a feeling of light clouds and breezy wind, which her nose captured instantly.

Just at this time, the lights of the dance floor swept over, allowing her to see more clearly.

A mature and intellectual face, with cold brows, a black tear mole at the end of the eye, a straight nose, thin and moist lips, just the right light makeup on the face, clean and delicate, and charming everywhere.

The white suit was straight and slim. Inside was a lavender shirt with a stand-up collar and the top button was buttoned up. The seams were perfectly fitted and tightly covered, with no skin in view.

“I’m alone too.” Qi Yan smiled softly, lying without blushing, “Having a drink?”

Lu Zhiqiao looked dark and didn’t speak.

It’s common for people to strike up a conversation in the bar. She rejected many of them tonight, but this person, from sitting down to talking, didn’t give her the idea of ​​driving her away.

Seeing that she didn’t answer, Qi Yan took it as a tacit consent, and called the waiter to order a whole bottle of Baikal, poured two-thirds of it for her, and handed it over, “I invite you.” wrist, hesitated for a moment before taking it.

Vodka is very strong, even if she often socializes, she can get drunk after only two or three drinks. Once she drinks, it is easily shown on her face, and within a moment, a gorgeous cherry blossom color blooms from her cheeks to the roots of her ears.

“You’re buttoned so tightly, isn’t it hot?”

“…”

“Let me unbutton it for you.”

Unknowingly, Qi Yan pressed her close, and their arms touched each other.

Lu Zhiqiao glanced down, but didn’t respond. Qi Yan stopped being polite, and slowly and carefully touched the button—a forbidden camouflage, covering up all the secrets underneath.

Qi Yan observed her expression, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, she became more courageous, hooked the button and turned it twice, put her index finger against the buttonhole, and slipped lightly.

A small piece of snow-colored scenery is faintly visible and reminiscent.

Qi Yan grabbed the button and said softly, “Next time you come to a bar, don’t wear this dress, it will easily attract wolves.”

Her breath smelled of alcohol, hot and urgent, itching on the base of her ear, Lu Zhiqiao tilted her head, and finally she opened her mouth: “Are you talking about yourself?”

The voice became clearer and calmer, like the gurgling water after the winter snow melted, a little cold and indescribable.

Qi Yan felt that she had picked up a treasure tonight, and that this person was in line with her preferences in every way, and she will regret it if nothing happened.

“That’s right.” She closed her eyes and let out a warm breath, “I’m a beast.”

A soft kiss landed on the side of the girl’s ear.

Lu Zhiqiao’s whole body stiffened, she squeezed the wine glass tightly, her heart was beating violently, and she could hardly restrain the impulse.

She has been under a lot of work pressure recently, and she came here just to drink and relax, the bar is full of women, the safety factor is higher than that of the opposite sex bar, and she is already bent.

However, the body has been quiet for a long time, and it is very sensitive, easy to react, coupled with the stimulating effect of alcohol, she felt like floating.

“How long has it been since, huh?” Qi Yan could easily see it, knowing that she couldn’t resist, so she couldn’t help being more presumptuous.

An abstinent and conservative mature woman tastes the most delicious.

The dense kisses were imprinted on the temples, the tips of the ears, and even the roots of the hair. Everywhere there was a flame that was about to move, as if it would burn in an inconspicuous corner at any time, devouring all reason.

With a little force, she pulled open the second round button, and Lu Zhiqiao suddenly woke up and grabbed the hand.

“Why, don’t you like it?” Qi Yan smiled.

In the process of catching prey, animals always enjoy the joy of the prey’s dying struggle.

Lu Zhiqiao’s face was red and her ears were hot, and she was a little drunk. Although she was conscious, her movements were a little slow, and she let go of her hand unconsciously.

The lights are dim, and the artistic conception is strong.

The two hugged and kissed in a dark corner, like sparks falling into dry wood, in a daze, not caring about any restraint, from a little taste to a deep pursuit, inseparable.

Qi Yan blew in her ear with a soft voice:

“Don’t suppress yourself, we are all adults.”

“Let’s go to the hotel.”

… A night of indulgence, the sky is bright.

Qi Yan was woken up by the alarm clock, slowly got up from the bed, rubbed his sore arms, picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, Friday, seven o’clock sharp, the curtains were not drawn, the sun shone in unscrupulously, the large golden color was very dazzling . The room was very quiet, and the place around her was empty, only the messy pillow quilt and crumpled tissues on the floor reminded her that everything last night was not a dream.

She thought that person was cold and not easy to get close to, but unexpectedly, she was more enthusiastic than her when she indulged. Her hands were tied, and she endured it patiently. She refused to make a sound, and all the initiative was expressed with body language, which was full of temptation.

Once you have tasted that taste, you will never forget it again.

Qi Yan thought about it, stretched her waist, picked up the underwear on the pillow and put it on, turned her gaze, and caught a glimpse of something sparkly beside the pillow. She lowered her head and looked carefully. It was a small earring.

Last night, she felt that the earrings were in the way, so she would scrape her lips and let the woman take them off, but she didn’t expect to drop one here. It can be seen how anxious the other party is going, and things that are in pairs don’t care if one is missing.

Qi Yan picked up the earrings and held them in the palm of her hand. The transparent rhinestones sparkled in the sunlight, with a pure color, and suddenly she felt a little regretful. They didn’t know each other’s names, and didn’t leave any contact information. There was a huge crowd, and they might never meet again in this life. Only this small earring left behind remained as a souvenir.

She put the earring in her bag, dressed and washed briefly, and left the hotel.

At 8:10, Qi Yan drove into the High School affiliated to Jiang University.

She has been teaching in this key middle school for three years. She just sent off her first batch of graduates in June this year, and then was promoted as a homeroom teacher. She started school in September and lead the first grade of junior high school. There are obviously more and more complicated things to do than before.

This morning was the opening ceremony of the sports meeting. The leaders talked endlessly on it, and the teachers and students basked in the sun below.

Parents meeting will be held in the afternoon. Students with projects should stay and participate in the competition, and those without projects can go home for the weekend.

In the first class of junior high school, the students on duty had already cleaned the classroom. Qi Yan asked the class monitor to help. The two of them knocked down the stool that was buckled on the table, closed the back door, and wrote “Parents’ Meeting” on the blackboard with red chalk.

Around 2:30, the parents came one after another.

The class monitor sits in the first row of seats beside the podium, with a sign-in sheet and a pen in front of him. Every parent must sign beside their child’s name when they come in, and then go to the teacher to get the report card, and then find a seat of their choice.

It was Qi Yan’s first parent-teacher meeting, and she deliberately wanted to familiarize with  the parents’ faces.

“Who are you?”

“Hi teacher, I’m Zhou Yuxiang’s father.”

“Okay, please sign in first.”

“Teacher Qi? I’m Guo Shiying’s mother. I almost walked to the next class just now… “A middle-aged woman came in and smiled at her embarrassedly.

Qi Yan smiled and said it was okay, motioned for her to sign in, and lowered her head to get the report card.

There was a clear and powerful sound of high-heeled shoes from the corridor outside the door, from far to near, all the way into the classroom, and then a familiar cold fragrance filled the room.

Like cold citrus, but also like heavy sandalwood.

Qi Yan paused and raised her head abruptly.

Their eyes met at that moment.

“Teacher Qi, what a coincidence.”