Teacher Takeaway-Second

After the charade-like conversation was over, there were no other flashpoints that night.

When I went back to the room, Yihua grabbed me and asked a few questions. Of course, she would be very concerned about what Jingyun said about her in front of me, but I just said a few words lightly.By the way, remind her that Jingyun is still upstairs, and it is best to wait a little longer before picking up the clothes.

The senior sister came back, and she took back a lot of photocopied materials; I didn't hear the fleeting name in Jingyun's mouth very clearly, so I didn't dare to inquire about the senior sister's father, and she I was very focused on my writing, so I obediently returned to my seat and opened my English textbook.

Then it was a replica of last semester, one after another inter-class activities and homework pressure came like a tide!The first week started, which is even worse than last semester when we were freshmen!

The first activity is the inter-class English song competition!Basically, it is a concept where the whole class participates. Each class has a designated song and a self-selected song. We are equivalent to switching from a volleyball team to a women's choir.

But what about optional songs!But I voted for the song Maroon5's Sugar, and when our class is free, we will be there "Sugar! Yes, please~~Won'tyoucomeandputitdownonme" (Sweetheart! Yes, please~~Why don't you just come over , give me you?)

Especially I don’t know which genius it is, and proposed to practice a second part singing. I was assigned to the group of the second part, and every time I had to work hard to restrain myself from being dragged away by the classmates who sang the first part!

"Young!"

"Why?" Zihan's tone was serious, did I sing too badly?

Zihan pushed the big glasses, and then teased me with a volume that only I could hear! "You have to practice hard... because you might have a chance to sing this song to Teacher Xiaowei!"

I rely on!Now... It's the end of get out of class time, but can you not pick this kind of time to joke?Gan is right next to you! "That's enough! Lin Zihan!" I stood up.

"Hahaha! Xiaoyou is angry!"

Are you so happy?Really, don't run if you have the guts!

Zihan was simply joking. Although she is one of the few friends in the class who knows that I like the teacher, it is really difficult for me to share many things with her.

The message between me and Teacher Xiaowei just stayed at the sentence I answered "hehe"; for two days, the group I joined for volleyball practice still occasionally posted a few messages, and the teacher would also post some Japanese professional women's volleyball videos for us in the group, but on the whole, the chat between the groups is like the winter that has passed, and it continues to surround us.

Just like the relationship between me and my teacher.

I know exactly what Teacher Xiaowei is probing with that sentence.

'How much does Youxuan know? '

yes i know.I learned about it from Senior Sister Yingjia.

I know that you and the teacher of Class [-] have been together; I know that you have been dating since you were a student, but you broke up for some reason.

I also know that she hasn't given up on saving you, and that that letter can have a huge impact on your mood...

I know you still like her.

What can I use to compare with the teacher of Class [-]?

She is so beautiful, has a good figure, and the two have been friends for more than ten years. How can this ugly duckling like me compare?

Although it was cruel, it was the truth; I lost. In the snack bar, the teacher of Class [-]'s obvious dismissal was tantamount to telling me to retreat.

It's like saying to me "Give up! You can't beat me".

I know, Teacher Xiaowei, I actually know...

Because of my status as a small Chinese teacher, I can still get in touch with Teacher Xiaowei. When I practice singing English songs, I occasionally let the teacher hear it. Abandoned" and so on.

The rest of the interaction was so-so; I didn't have the opportunity to ask the teacher about sister Yingjia again.

However, except for the first day of school when I was particularly concerned by the teacher of Class [-], on Thursday and Friday for two consecutive days, during the morning self-study, I noticed that the teacher of Class [-] stayed in our class for a while, and... I don’t know if it’s me Overreacting, I always feel like she's watching me... paying special attention to me.

I didn't do anything bad!

I just like Teacher Xiaowei, and I really hope to have more interaction and contact with your ex-girlfriend. If there is a chance, I even plan to confess to her, nothing out of the ordinary!

Does she also know how I feel about Teacher Xiaowei...?

After all, the teacher seems to be so different from other students to me.

Occasionally I miss the special hugs my teachers gave me, and the brief individual sessions; but so far that's about it.

Staring at the previous conversation record with the teacher, I slid and slid, and finally stopped on the 'hehe (smiley face)' I answered the teacher.

For some reason, I suddenly had the urge to cry.

***

The class on Friday ended like this. During the tutor time, Teacher Xiaowei revealed the idea of ​​re-selecting seats.What a bolt from the blue!From last semester to now, Zihan has been sitting on my right hand. Although she sometimes makes fun of me (should be quite often), she is still my best friend in the class. My English is basically I still have to rely on her to help me make up for it...

I have to adjust the seat, and I don’t know who I will sit with in the future; Zihan patted me on the shoulder calmly and told me at least "we are still in the same class". Of course I understand, but I still feel reluctant... …

I walked back to the dormitory with my schoolbag on my back. On the way, Jiaqi, Peiyao and others quickly passed me.I just walked into the Green Maple Forest. After a winter, the leaves on the treetops have almost fallen off. The people assigned to the outer sweeping area should sweep to death, right?

Recalling when I first entered school or when I was practicing volleyball, there were still many, many leaves on the tree... I can’t help but compare the leaves to the feelings between classmates, because playing volleyball feels like bringing the whole class together. It began to shake as the leaves fell.

It turns out that I still have this kind of "literary youth" in my bones!I stared at the few leaves on the tree and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The first week ended quickly, maybe because I just had a winter vacation, so I didn't want to go home so much; yesterday I sent a message to my mother, reporting that I "may" choose to stay in school, because Practice the repertoire of the English singing competition.

That's just an excuse... In fact, none of the classmates have made an appointment to stay and practice; I just don't want to leave school, and I still have enough pocket money to get through the next week anyway.

After swiping the card and entering the dormitory, Yihua and Ting Zhen were both preparing to pack their luggage. They saw me sitting quietly on the chair and looked at each other suspiciously, but they didn't ask me what I was planning.

Yihua still came to talk to me after being yelled at by Jingyun on the top floor. She said some bad things about Jingyun emotionally. Apart from saying that Jingyun is very arrogant as the monitor, she also has attitudes towards other disadvantaged students. It’s not good or anything; I’m ashamed to dismantle her platform, and I want to tell her that last semester Jingyun would actually lend a helping hand to a few classmates who are inconvenient. I often see her donating change or □□, for students who may need scholarships, she also helps students send application forms and so on. She has actually done a lot of things.

Ting Zhen and Yi Hua left the room holding hands, and the dormitory of four people became very quiet immediately; I turned on the computer, played some web games, and then closed the window out of interest.

I sat blankly, staring at the mobile phone on the desk; suddenly I don't know, what am I going to do here?

The seniors haven't come back yet, maybe they just went to play basketball; after the club activities start, they will have intensive training, it seems that they will exchange ideas with the badminton club of the sister school?I seem to have heard yesterday that the sisters said that they will also hold competitions.

But, today is Friday... Could a sports club really play like a school team...?

The door lock beeped, and the door opened. Senior Yingjia, who was wearing sports shorts and a uniform shirt on the upper body, walked in.Every strand of hair under the purple headband is still neat as usual, and there are still drops of sweat or water on the bridge of the nose and around the eye sockets.

"Huh? Youxuan, why are you still here? Aren't you going home?"

"Oh... yes, I want to say that I have been at home for the whole winter vacation... I am a little too lazy to go home!"

The senior sister nodded with a half-smile.She takes off her sneakers, puts her racket in order, and removes her shirt to reveal the tight sweatshirt she brought.Sister Xue always smells good on her body, but that is not perfume, but deodorant; people with a cleanliness probably won't allow others to smell their own body odor, right?

"What? You don't seem particularly happy." She took off her socks, and I looked at her neatly trimmed toenails, and accidentally found a touch of shine.Why is there a small metal ring on the index toe of the senior's left foot?Like a ring!Just wear it on your toes!I never found out before!

I stared at the ornaments on her feet and scratched my head in embarrassment. "Sister... have you noticed?"

"Is it not good to get along with Teacher Xiaowei? I remember you had dinner together on Wednesday."

"Who did you hear that from?" I don't remember ever mentioning it to her.

"Yihua." The senior took off her headband and turned to her own screen; I saw her enter her daily exercise amount into the self-management program.She is really different from us!Self-requirements are very strict.

By the way, the grades of the seniors in their class seem to be among the best...

This question should be pretty safe if it's just for probing.

"What's your senior high school test score?"

Senior sister Yingjia glanced at me, and I was taken aback when she told me the results of the year!That's enough score for the first choice.

"Why did you suddenly ask me how much I studied for the test?"

"Uh... no... just curious hahaha!" If I had been more courageous, I should have asked her directly why she studied in Daohe instead of No. [-] Girls' High School.

If she was fooled so easily, she wouldn't be senior sister Yingjia.After she finished keying the data, she turned around, "Do you want to ask me why I choose to study here?"

"Hmm... I have thought about this question; my sister's grades are very good, so it shouldn't be a problem to be the first choice?"

Her eyes are black and white, like clear river water, but they also contain many mysteries.I was so stared at her that my scalp was numb, and in the end, she just smiled and said, "I'm not going back this week. I thought I was the only one, and I could stay here and write novels... Forget it! I have someone to compare with me." Don't be bored, let's take a shower first!" She pulled the collar of her sweatshirt and got up from the chair.

"After washing and relaxing, we can have a good chat." When she said the last three words, her eyes were intentionally or unintentionally aimed at the two empty beds opposite.

The weekend night without the "busy people waiting" is indeed the best time to chat.