countdown to winter

Wen Xia pushed the door, and no one in the classroom had closed the windows. The wind blew in from the wide open windows, bringing a chill to the face.

The class became noisy and looked at him from head to toe. Wen Xia walked up to the podium, put down the textbook, and said with a smile.

"Your teacher Li is pregnant and can't come to teach you, you should all know," Wen Xia glanced at, "I'm the teacher in charge of your class this semester, and I'm already a sophomore in high school, and I may be in charge all the time." It's over."

The students below laughed.

"My name is Wen Xia."

He took white chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard.

The classmate took advantage of the gap between Wen Xia's writing and muttered softly.

"Damn it, the head teacher is too handsome, isn't he looking for a model to be the teacher?"

"You look so young."

"My math is alright. It's so eye-catching to have him teach me."

"Are you sure you won't keep looking at his face in class?"

Turning around, Wen Xia put down the chalk, the class fell silent, and he suddenly met a pair of eyes in the corner.

He froze for a moment, and the owner of those eyes quickly lowered his head and stopped looking at him.

"I'm just here, so I'm not in a hurry, just get to know the students in our class, and we'll be easy to get along with later." Wen Xia casually clicked on the row next to the wall, "Let's start here. Let me introduce myself, talk about my hobbies, and I don’t mind if I want to talk about my grades—I’ll write it down.”

The boy sitting in the first row stood up, "Hello, teacher, my name is Zhang Hao, I like to play basketball - let's not talk about grades!"

Bottom laughing.

"Hi Zhang Hao, I also like playing basketball, and we can make an appointment to play together later."

Zhang Hao touched his head and sat down. The people in the second row stood up and introduced themselves.

The students in the class were still listening to their self-introductions carefully at the beginning, but then they lost their patience and started discussing the new head teacher. Wen Xia didn't mind, the first class was not a serious class, just relax.

Until Wen Xia walked to the last row, just like before, she smiled and said, "Student, introduce yourself."

The whole class suddenly fell silent.

The boy who had been lying on his stomach sat up straight and slowly stood up.

He is very thin, with dark circles under his eyes, and his skin is not very good, but his facial features can still be seen delicately. Wen Xia looked at the bruise at the corner of his mouth, frowned without any trace, and asked softly: "What is your name?" what name?"

The young man said slowly: "Shi Xing."

"Which two words?"

Wen Xia looked into his eyes, but Shi Xing didn't look at him. He lowered his eyes, took the notebook, and threw it on the table. On the cover were two words - "Shi Xing".Wen Xia was not annoyed, and continued to ask: "What do you like?"

Shi Xing raised his eyes and looked at him, his voice was very soft.

"I don't like anything."

Wen Xia looked at him quietly, Shi Xing didn't avoid him, and looked directly at the new head teacher, with a provocative look in his eyes.

"How come you don't like anything?" Wen Xia unexpectedly reached out and rubbed Shi Xing's hair, as if he was just facing some misbehaving beast, Shi Xing froze, and didn't wait for him to escape , Wen Xia took her hand away, and said: "If you live for so long, you must have something you like. If you think you don't have it, then you haven't found it."

He joked: "If it's really not possible, it's okay to take mathematics as your interest."

The whole class laughed.

Shi Xing sat down.

Wen Xia leaned over his wife and knocked on his desk twice.

"Come to my office after class, on the third floor."

The author says:

I pushed all the manuscripts, everyone will take a look, it is not the full text of the manuscript, it is updated daily.If you like it, stay, if you don't like it, see you again.In fact, I was really nervous about posting it, and I was worried that it would be disliked. This time I want to try to write a little longer, and it is easier to control short stories.I will grow up slowly. If this book is not well written, I will work harder next time.Really appreciate the support (bow