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I didn't attend anyone's school entrance banquet.

The parents are very grateful, and even the principal gave me a pennant.

The principal said that experienced teachers who graduated from prestigious schools are different, and they broke the record of our Liu Town for so many years.

I smiled and told him that the students themselves were better.Although the source of students is definitely not as good as that of Yunshi No. [-] Middle School, these children have something that others cannot have, such as rising enthusiasm and ambition to leave the world.

By the way, I used to teach in the experimental class of Yunshi No. [-] Middle School.As for why he ran to Liuzhen from the city's key middle school, that's another story.

The beginning of the story is that I like men.

No one knew about this at first, but as it happens in all dramas, most of the protagonists will encounter bad people, and their partners will cheat and try to recover.In short, I unfortunately became the protagonist.

My ex-boyfriend at that time blocked me at the school gate, with my parents present.Maybe he thought it was fashionable to imitate forced kissing or confession in TV dramas, but it turned out that not only made him look down on me, but also cost me my job.The family also found some other schools in the city for me, but I really don't want to hear those rumors anymore.It just so happened that there was a shortage of people in Liuzhong's graduating class, and the recruitment exam was not difficult, which was a good time to say goodbye to the past.

I remember that when I signed the contract with Liu Zhong, the school leaders asked me to try my best to ensure that I was admitted to a key university in the top three.Had to blow a wave and I did.

There are ten key students in our class, and Fang Min is ranked second.

Fang Min's name appeared on the red list, but I haven't seen this child for a long time.

Maybe it's a trip somewhere, maybe it's a pampering in the last summer of college.In short, what he does has nothing to do with me.This is the end of the teacher-student relationship. Maybe in the future when he comes back to see me when he becomes famous, he can still bring out the inexplicable feelings of his youth, which is the talk between grown men after drinking.

But, in some confused nights, I would actually see him.It's not the kind you see with your eyes open, it's in a dream.It's not an ordinary dream either, it's the kind that would make me psyched.

I started to panic.

This person's eyebrows and eyes are as engraved in my mind, sometimes jumping in front of the homework being corrected, and sometimes appearing anywhere in the house.Most of the time, what I think about is the first time I saw him.

My name is Shi Min, Shi from Shishi, Min from Minshan Mountain.These two characters are not easy to write, and it takes one stroke at a time to write the strokes.

So a year ago, when I first entered Fang Min's class, I carefully wrote my name on the blackboard.These little ghosts kept chattering, "Mr. Shi, Mr. Shi! There is also a 'Min' in our class."

The whole class laughed and looked back, focusing on one boy.I also deliberately opened the roster and found the boy's name.

Fang Min.

See, even the tone of voice is exactly the same.

This kind of coincidence doesn't happen very often, so I took a second look at him.

He is sleeping.From the moment I entered the classroom, he was lying on the table with his head buried in his arms, with a tall dictionary in front of him.

Thought the books were piled high enough that I couldn't see him napping in class.

I really wanted to throw a piece of chalk to remind him like other class teachers, but unfortunately I have always been bad at shooting, and I have never been in basketball, so I can only walk to him to remind him.I dozed off in the first class of the third year of high school, what should I do for the next year's review?

"Fang Min?" I called him.

The electric fan above his head was spinning rapidly, and Fang Min's hair could be seen shaking from a condescending angle.I started counting the seconds until he woke up, and on the third click he finally looked up.First, I rubbed my eyes, my eyes were sleepy, and I smiled apologetically when I saw me; then I turned to the blackboard, and after seeing the name written on it, I smiled wider, and my eyes became much clearer.

He said what a coincidence.

The nose is still red, with big eyes smiling innocently.I know the everlasting light in those eyes—youth call it obstinate, I would call it longing.

I finally understand why this man can make the girls in the class restless for so long.

It stands to reason that I have met quite a few high school students, there are many of them who are delicate, tough, and pure.But no such.The lower jaw is not well-defined, the eye sockets are deeper than ordinary people, and the bridge of the nose is slightly curved although it is high.All the facial features are not amazing when taken apart, but on this face, I can only lament the wonder of the Creator—this is the only way, and only this way.

Even the light is very sensible, the setting sun at five o'clock happened to jump on his lips.The whole person was in half-light, except for a pair of eyes that were pleasing to the eye.

For a while, I couldn't tell whether he was looking at me or something else - after all, no matter where the focus is, it is really not worthy of overly hot eyes.

Although I was inexplicably flustered by the sight, what I thought in my heart was that I should take a photo to record such a beautiful light in the evening.

Later, he asked me why I was sweating so much at that time—actually, he didn’t know. Not only was the shirt sticky with sweat, but the skin under the shirt was also hot.

I say, probably because it was the hottest day of 2011.