teacher table

"Will it be inconvenient?" Song Linchuan said with a smile.

In fact, it really doesn't, because the frequency of Ji Lu not getting his homework without writing his name is too high. Most of the students in the class know that the homework that has a high accuracy rate and looks good without a name is Ji Lu's.Sometimes when I get mixed up in other groups, everyone will pass it on to him tacitly, and there is no need for him to search for it.

It's just that this answer is obviously embarrassing to say. Fortunately, Song Linchuan just asked casually, then closed the exercise book, turned his fingertips, changed to a black marker pen, and wrote Ji Lu's name on the cover neatly.

I remember that day, Song Linchuan smiled gently, handed him the exercise book, and said softly, "Your."

Ji Lu took out his homework, tore up Zhang Lin Shuhua's post-it note, and wrote a few words in a correct manner.Thinking about the campus newspaper I saw when I passed the podium just now, I hesitated for a moment, and finally clipped the post-it note into the exercise book, then turned around and went to the office with the homework and list.

When Ji Lu went to hand in his homework, Song Linchuan was preparing for the lesson. Seeing him coming, he first smiled gently, and then said: "Let's put it on for now."

Ji Lu stared at the pile of homework, hesitating to speak.Finally, without saying a word, he turned and went back to the classroom.

Song Linchuan, who was sorting out the materials, didn't raise his head, and didn't notice any strangeness in him for a moment.

The next day, when Song Linchuan was grading his homework, he found a yellow post-it note in Ji Lu's homework, on which was written in block letters: Teacher, you are my oxygen.

What does it mean?Song Linchuan didn't understand it, and when he was wondering, he happened to catch a glimpse of the campus newspaper on the next table.

Song Linchuan suddenly remembered something, looked up, and found that the only two teachers in the office hadn't noticed this side, stretched out their long arms, and reported the campus at the next table.

He knew about this issue, the first campus chemistry three-line poetry competition.As the nominal instructor, his own name is also on it.

The entries are almost all computer-generated, with all kinds of bright red, purple and gaudy backgrounds, and the content is naturally different, but the fonts are repeated over and over again.

He took a cursory glance and instantly discovered Ji Lu's work.

It is a picture that is different from others, and it is particularly eye-catching among the works.His work looks like he took a photo and uploaded it directly after he wrote it by hand. Song Linchuan is very familiar with Ji Lu's handwriting, so this photo is not a computer composite.

The paper is made of floral paper with beautiful cursive script written on it.The fly in the ointment is that the paper is a bit soaked in ink, but the pen used by Ji Lu was originally a bit thin, and it smudges after soaking in ink, which just makes up for this small defect.

But that ink, which Song Linchuan had seen before when he was practicing pen calligraphy, was called Cranberry.It's a pink color ink.

I've never seen Ji Lu like this...

Now Song Linchuan went to read the content:

stare at pale self

I leave this beautiful world

Only one you

For the final explanation, Ji Lu changed to a black ink and wrote: phenol and oxygen.

Song Linchuan stood up abruptly, causing the other two teachers to look over in a daze.A male teacher asked with concern: "What's wrong, School Song?"

"It's nothing." Song Linchuan smiled at him, went to get a glass of water calmly, and sat back in his seat.

He reached out to put Ji Lu's note and the campus newspaper together, and then let out a slow breath.In my mind, are the lingering entries and the words on the post-it notes.

Colorless phenol is easily oxidized to pink by oxygen.This is a sentence in a chemistry textbook explaining the chemical properties of phenol, and everyone who has studied elective five knows it.

Song Linchuan was immediately at a loss. Ji Lu's straight shot made the always calm Gentleman Song panic.

He looked at the campus newspaper again, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to trace the small three-line poem carefully.He knew that Ji Lu's handwriting was beautiful, and he could see it in his usual homework and that blackboard newspaper, but they were all in block letters.When I first heard Uncle Chen talking about Ji Lu, Uncle Chen mentioned that Ji Lu's regular script is the best.

But he didn't expect it to be so beautiful, is it because he has never seen it before, or is it because this is a love poem written by Ji Lu for him?

Song Linchuan was a little impetuous, which was rare, and he wanted to ask what Ji Lu was thinking.I want to hear what he said about himself.

It is still in class, Song Linchuan is inconvenient to disturb, but after class, there is a big break, which happens to be Saturday, and there is no need to do exercises during the big break, so they can have a good chat.

Inexplicably, Song Linchuan was somewhat expectant and nervous.

Ji Lu, who was called away by Song Linchuan just after class, was even more nervous. Looking at Song Linchuan's appearance, he should understand what he meant, but Song Linchuan didn't say a word other than calling him out, which made Ji Lu unable to bear it and began to think about it. couplet.

Speaking of which, the three-line poem about chemistry came on a whim, and telling Song Linchuan these things was also on a whim.But Ji Lu is the kind of person who, even if he is impulsive sometimes, he will never regret it.

Song Linchuan took Ji Lu to his office in the "White House". The vice principal's office was on the second floor, and Ji Lu had never been there.

The office is clean and tidy, the lighting is good, and the windows look bright and clean.There is a pot of tiger piranha on the table, which is planted in a gray-black business-style flower pot, and it looks vibrant.

Song Linchuan beckoned Ji Lu to sit down, turned around and closed the door by himself.Ji Lu sat quietly on the black leather sofa for receiving guests, waiting for Song Linchuan to speak.

From the very beginning, his impression of Song Linchuan was too good to be true, not love at first sight, but he just couldn't help wanting to get closer to him.Gradually, the relationship between the two became dissatisfied and became more and more dissatisfied.

He wanted to go further, but this required Song Linchuan's consent.

Ji Lu had already thought that if Song Linchuan scolded him for being disgusting and told him to go away, he would turn around in a noble and cold manner and leave without saying a word, at worst, he would transfer to another school to usher in the next spring.However, according to Song Linchuan's temperament, he should not be so rude, and it must be tactful and gentle to refuse people, so he should be decisive and don't make this gentleman embarrassing.

As a result, Song Linchuan opened his mouth with a self-introduction: "First of all, I want to explain something. I have been divorced and have a son. You know all of this. Then let me tell you something you don't know. I am very possessive and jealous. Sometimes I'm narrow-minded, and sometimes I lose my temper."

"Ah?" Ji Lu, who had already figured out how to confess that it was all his own fault and had nothing to do with Mr. Song, you are too perfect, I can't control it, but you can rest assured that I will never bother you again, said suddenly, "Mr. Song, what do you say?" What are these for?" It's not quite right with the painting style I thought.

Song Linchuan looked into Ji Lu's eyes with utmost tenderness, suppressed his nervousness forcibly, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I want to tell you that I am not a perfect person, and I also have shortcomings. And I have such and other shortcomings , do you still like it?"

Ji Lu was taken aback, completely fascinated by Song Linchuan's sudden gentleness, the inner construction that was always ready to give up Mr. Song fell apart, and now Ji Lu even felt that even if Song Linchuan pointed at his nose and told him to get lost, he would still join in. Go up and kiss and earn money.

However, it was rare for him to think so many times, but it turned out to be completely useless.

"Lulu." Song Linchuan even changed his address, "Speaking of which, I've never been in a relationship. Would you like to guide me?"

Ji Lu quickly calmed down, and said to Song Linchuan: "I brought this up first."

Song Linchuan sat next to Ji Lu, stretched out his hand and rubbed Ji Lu's head: "Okay boyfriend, shall we guide each other?"

Ji Lu was stunned by a sudden pat on the head, but in the next second, he heard a sentence from his boyfriend. After organizing his tongue for a long time, he couldn't form any smooth and decent words. In a hurry, he was ready to run: "I, I am in class. went."

Song Linchuan knew that he was shy, so he didn't force him to stay, but he still said casually: "Won't you kiss me goodbye, boyfriend?"

Ji Lu almost bit his tongue. The teacher is worthy of being a teacher. He got started so quickly that he didn't need any guidance at all.

Ji Lu originally planned to run away, but after thinking about it, he leaned over and kissed Song Linchuan on the cheek quickly, without even saying goodbye, turned around and ran away before Song Linchuan could react.

Ji Lu ran in such a hurry that he didn't even close the door.The second floor has a wooden floor, and the sound of footsteps will be amplified infinitely. Song Linchuan couldn't stop smiling when he heard the footsteps of someone running away.

On Saturday, it was Song Linchuan's evening self-study.Seeing him coming, Ji Lu casually grabbed a chemistry textbook and sat next to Song Linchuan, pretending to ask questions.

The teachers who keep self-study all sit in the last row of the class, which is reserved for the students to ask questions, but now it is convenient for the two to fall in love.

Relying that no one could see, Song Linchuan grabbed Ji Lu's hand the moment he sat down, clasped it tightly, and then asked, "Which question?"

But both of them understood that the problem was just an excuse.

In order to stay with her new boyfriend for a while longer, Ji Lu followed Song Linchuan's words and said, "Here."

Song Linchuan spoke a few words in a decent manner, and the hands they held were almost sweating. Ji Lu said, "That's all, thank you Teacher Song."

Song Linchuan didn't answer, but just held onto Ji Lu's hand, and Ji Lu twitched vigorously. Song Linchuan looked at him with a smile, and mouthed a sentence: "Study hard, boyfriend."

Really... Ji Lu pulled out his hand and returned to his seat without looking back.

But Lin Shuhua came to join in the fun at this time: "Is the classroom so hot? Your face is so red."

Ji Lu's expression remained the same: "Yeah."

Lin Shuhua nodded: "This air conditioner is not very cool, but I think it's okay. Ji Lu, are you afraid of the heat?" Ji Lu ignored him, and gently shook the hand that Song Linchuan held.

The class had just changed seats, and Ji Lu and Lin Shuhua were sitting in front of Song Linchuan.Lin Shuhua didn't deliberately lower his voice, Song Linchuan couldn't help but bend his eyebrows when he heard it.

The author has something to say: Given the differences in their personalities and identities, they are absolutely well-behaved before the relationship is confirmed, and there will be no ambiguous period.

As mentioned earlier in the copy, with Song Linchuan's character and sense of responsibility, he not only cares for his lover but also loves his juniors for Ji Lu.Song Linchuan has Song Kai, so he can tell the difference between himself and Ji Lu, and Ji Lu lacks the care of his parents since he was a child, so he doesn't think this relationship is strange.

As for the reason for Song Linchuan's divorce, I will explain it slowly in the future. There is no love between Bai Jinshu and him, so there will be no conflict with Ji Lu.

Finally, love you, my little cuties.

☆、Chapter 24