Mindful

After that night, Qiao Yuanlin filled up the cram school and stayed outside for a whole day before returning home.

He cared about Liang Cheng, and knew that he had no right to let Liang Cheng accept his care, so apart from being depressed, he could only relieve his wounded self-esteem by himself.

Liang Cheng felt that Qiao Yuanlin was hiding from him. Once he went to the bathroom, and the other party went into the bedroom to look for a book while he was away, so he waited a few minutes longer pretending to be deaf and dumb.

On Friday night, Qiao Yuanlin lay on the bed after taking a shower. Today is the last day of the cultural festival, a celebration party was held, and the circle of friends was swiped by classmates.

He gave a thumbs-up, then plugged in the earphones and did a set of audiology synthesis.

The air was stuffy, there was no thunder, and when there was a gust of wind, it rained.

Liang Cheng went to the balcony to collect his clothes. He only had one or two pieces, most of which belonged to Qiao Yuanlin. After taking them all together, he returned to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

There was a ray of light through the crack of the door. He knew that Qiao Yuanlin was not asleep, so he knocked twice, but there was still no movement. Based on the principle of "no matter what happens", he took the clothes back to his room.

The rain in Pinghai has always been mild and long, and it stopped in the early morning after drifting all night.The paper was folded in half and placed on the bedside. Qiao Yuanlin rolled half a circle and lay flat on the bed last night, and fell asleep holding the pen.

The water droplets falling from the eaves hit the window, making a lot of noise. He woke up and reached for the phone beside his pillow.

There is an unread item sent by Tian Yu: Yuan Shen, we are going back to Pinghai today.

Qiao Yuanlin squinted his eyes and typed, and replied: I'll see you when I come back.

Tian Yu: Come on, I brought you a gift and your suitcase, why don't you come to my house?

Qiao Yuanlin sent a red envelope with the only 15 yuan left in the "change", saying: send the same city express.

Tian Yu: Who can cure your lazy cancer?

Qiao Yuanlin: Master of Xinglin, medical wizard.

After chatting without feeling sleepy, Qiao Yuanlin opened the browser and searched for "examination book template", bookmark the page.He was absent from group activities due to his personal relationship and needed to submit an inspection letter.

His ears were inexplicably swollen and painful. He raised his hand to touch it, and the bluetooth headset was plugged in all night and he forgot to take it off.

It was just seven o'clock, Qiao Yuanlin opened the door lightly, but unexpectedly the door of the opposite bedroom was not closed, and Liang Cheng was not there.On the made bed lay a stack of folded clothes that seemed to belong to him.

Qiao Yuanlin walked over and stared at the clothes. Did Liang Cheng help him fold them squarely?Deliberately leave the door open so that he can see it and come in to get it?

The bruised self-esteem seemed to heal.

He flipped through happily, shit, why are you holding two pairs of underwear?Houndstooth, anyone who saw it said it looked like a mosaic.

Qiao Yuanlin scratched his ears in embarrassment, and cried out, "Ah!"

At the door, Liang Chengshen appeared without anyone noticing, with a calm face and a tall and tall figure leaning against the door frame, he said, "What are you yelling for?"

In the past few days, he didn't speak or meet face to face, Qiao Yuanlin was a little at a loss when he met him suddenly, and replied, "My ear hurts."

Liang Cheng said, "Come here."

Qiao Yuanlin walked over and turned sideways to check with Liang Cheng.The broken hair on the sideburns covered the ears, Liang Cheng pushed aside, his cold fingertips were not like the temperature of summer.

The sky was cloudier than usual, Liang Cheng pulled Qiao Yuanlin closer to see more clearly, the ear was very thin and red, the capillaries were faintly visible, the pain was due to a little broken skin.

Qiao Yuanlin asked: "Do you use rubbing medicine?"

"Just let it dry." Liang Cheng said, "How did you do it?"

Qiao Yuanlin replied: "Last night, I practiced my listening comprehension. I wore the earphones all night and didn't take them off. It must have been hard."

It turned out that he didn't open the door on purpose, Liang Cheng pushed him back to his original position, wanting to say that he was as delicate as paper, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Don't touch the water for these two days."

Qiao Yuanlin took the clothes away, washed up and came back with the books.Liang Cheng sprayed some water on the prickly pear in front of the window, then went downstairs to move a chair and sat next to Qiao Yuanlin.

The birds chirping outside the window made the house extraordinarily quiet.

Liang Cheng was reading a heavy professional book. The notebook was pressed by Qiao Yuanlin's economics textbook. He pulled it out and took a carbon pen from the shared pen holder.

The tip of the pen poked at the end of a line of words, Qiao Yuanlin lowered his head, his peripheral vision spread from the header of the book to the handwriting written by Liang Cheng, from the perspective of his deskmate.

He had a wonderful feeling that he and Liang Cheng went to different schools and were a few grades apart, but they were studying at the same table at the moment.This kind of scene, when he wandered around the gate of No. [-] Middle School looking for Liang Cheng countless times, he had fantasized about it over and over again.

Qiao Yuanlin got carried away with complacency, the childishness of a male high school student emerged, and elbowed Liang Cheng.Liang Cheng didn't look at him, and crossed out the crooked words and re-wrote them.

"Brother?" he asked, "Did you have a deskmate before?"

Liang Cheng said, "No."

Qiao Yuanlin said: "Then I am your first tablemate?"

Liang Cheng's progress never stopped, and he gave a perfunctory "hmm".

Qiao Yuanlin glanced at the bed, half satisfied and half regretful, said: "I'll be the first one to share the bed with you, but unfortunately I slept too soundly, unconscious, I'll sleep with you again some other day."

Liang Cheng finally stopped writing and said, "Get out if you don't do your homework."

The phone rang, saving Qiao Yuanlin's life.

The incoming call showed "Dad", Qiao Yuanlin suddenly became honest, and hung up in his ear to connect.

Qiao Wenyuan said: "Come back today, have you got off the train?"

"Ah?" Qiao Yuanlin reacted for two seconds, "Oh...it's today, not yet. I'll go straight back to grandma's house when we arrive."

Qiao Wenyuan asked: "How was the activity?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "That's right, it's quite interesting."

"What's the point? Your school just has too many fancy activities, wasting time." In Qiao Wenyuan's eyes, this week has been wasted and must be made up. Only three quarters left."

Too many class hours have been consumed these past few days, Qiao Yuanlin asked guiltily: "Then do I continue after I finish?"

"I've already continued." Qiao Wenyuan said, "The lecturer will be changed after these three sessions."

"why?"

"Why, the new teacher is more experienced, and his class is the most difficult to arrange, so don't pick and choose."

It's like this every time, Qiao Yuanlin said angrily: "But I'm used to this teacher, you can change it whenever you want, without asking me?"

"Now I'm asking you." Qiao Wenyuan maintained the high profile of the patriarch, "Has the scholarship been spent? Do you want pocket money?"

Qiao Yuanlin really ran out of money, but he chose to protect the more expensive dignity without hesitation, saying: "No need, hang up."

Even though there was a cool breeze blowing in, Qiao Yuanlin's ears became even hotter. He just lied, compromised, and acted bravely in front of Liang Cheng.

The room was embarrassingly quiet, not even the birds chirping.

After a while, Liang Cheng put on the cap of his pen, crossed his fingers and moved his joints, picked up the economics textbook, and said, "Study economics with a moral heart?"

"Elective." Qiao Yuanlin didn't like this one. "I want to take sociology, and my dad asked me to choose this. He cares about everything. I will overthrow his dictatorship sooner or later."

Liang Cheng thought it was very interesting, people always like to meddle in other people's affairs, and it would be annoying to be meddled.

Qiao Yuanlin seemed to guess what he was thinking, and cleverly reversed his attitude: "Although he is not very good at this point...but he is very capable and dedicated. People are complicated, right."

Liang Cheng asked: "Then are you complicated?"

"I'm definitely not as complicated as you." Qiao Yuanlin didn't know where the courage came from, and then covered it up with a joke, "I'm also a bit complicated, for example, if you don't accept my favor, I will be disappointed, if you help me buy a cup of coffee from the convenience store I will be happy again with the new plum soda."

Liang Cheng closed the book: "You should still be disappointed."

When I went to school on Monday, the students in the international class were still immersed in a free and happy atmosphere. The morning bell rang but no one paid attention, which made Duan Sicun lose his temper.

Qiao Yuanlin didn't hit the gun and left the inspection paper until noon. He wanted to take this opportunity to resign as monitor.

There were few people on lunch break, so Qiao Yuanlin went to the office to find Duan Sicun.On the table was a lunch box bought from the cafeteria, without opening the lid, and he put the inspection book on the corner of the table.

Duan Sicun held the mouse and said, "Go back first."

Qiao Yuanlin didn't get to the point yet, and refused to leave: "Teacher Duan, you haven't eaten yet?"

"Well, the computer suddenly needs to be upgraded."

Qiao Yuanlin said, "Go ahead and eat, I'll make it for you, it will be ready soon."

Duan Sicun glanced at him, got up from his seat, and walked to the sofa beside him with a box of lunch.He sat in front of the computer and skillfully upgraded the school system.

Qiao Yuanlin was hesitating about how to speak, but Duan Sicun spoke up first, and said, "I'm too lazy to ask my classmates to help you drag the suitcase, and now I offer to help, do you have something to say?"

Qiao Yuan and Lin Xin said that this was too eye-catching, he nodded, and said foreshadowing: "I didn't participate in the cultural festival this time, and I reflected a lot when I wrote the inspection report."

Duan Sicun said: "Introspection alone is useless."

"So I decided to..."

"When you decide not to go, you have to consider the consequences." Duan Sicun has a normal appetite and eats slowly, "Although there is a reason for the incident, but you didn't participate, what's the point of writing the inspection report?"

Qiao Yuanlin had no choice but to hold back the words and asked, "Then what should I do?"

Duan Sicun said: "Find a way to make up the credits, otherwise the grade point will be affected. Wait for the school net to see what other activities there are this semester."

"Oh." Qiao Yuanlin responded.

After the system was upgraded, Qiao Yuanlin opened the intranet to test the operation effect, and automatically logged in to Duan Sicun's account. The page was very different from the student version.

He browsed curiously, teaching training, project development, course materials... Suddenly, he saw a message of recruiting experimental teaching assistants.

In addition to basic experimental courses in Dezhong Middle School, students also need a lot of experiments to complete major assignments, term papers and graduation thesis, so experimental teaching assistants are essential.

This position is not a long-term contract. New recruits are recruited every six months to a year, and most of the recruits are young college students.Although it is a short-term job, the salary is good and stable, and the working environment is also very good.

Qiao Yuanlin clicked on this message to read the details, and the teachers in the class recommended it internally, and then took the unified examination to select the best candidates for employment.

The "Recommended" link has a different color from other links, indicating that it has been clicked. Qiao Yuanlin looked at Duan Sicun and stood up from his chair.

"Teacher Duan," he couldn't wait to lay the groundwork this time, and asked bluntly, "Have you recruited the experimental teaching assistant?"

Duan Si put away the lunch box, unscrewed the cup and took a sip of water, and said, "No, the information just came out these two days."

Qiao Yuanlin pressed one hand on the edge of the table, not sure which position he was on, and he was not sure whether it was reasonable, anyway, he said it hard: "Can you recommend Liang Cheng?"

Duan Sicun was stuck in the corner of the sofa, clutching his water glass and fell silent.

The office was filled with the aroma of food and the smell of ink from test papers. The mixture made Qiao Yuanlin feel suffocated. He held his breath and looked at Duan Sicun, praying a little: "Recommend him, okay?"

Duan Sicun was silent for a long time before he said, "I have one condition."

Qiao Yuanlin became embarrassed: "I know you care about Liang Cheng, but his address and recent situation are too private, so I can't tell you without authorization. If he becomes a teaching assistant, wouldn't it be better for you to ask him personally?"

Duan Sicun said: "Not these."

"What's the condition?" Qiao Yuanlin couldn't guess.

Duan Sicun put the lunch box and tableware into the garbage bag, got up and walked to the side of the table, picked up the inspection book at the corner of the table, and vacated it on top of the garbage bag.

Qiao Yuanlin was a little confused: "Can you make it clear?"

"The head of the inspection department is about to graduate." Duan Sicun said, "I hope you can run for the new term, so that you can add credits and win honor for the class."

Qiao Yuanlin was dumbfounded. He didn't even want to be the class monitor anymore, so he ran for minister?

Before he agreed, Duan Sicun let go of his hand, and the inspection letter and resignation letter fell into the trash bag.