Walk towards the sun

Qin Xing nodded with a smile: "Well, I invite you to celebrate the start of school together, and classmate Xie Yang will appreciate it."

Xie Yang put his hand in his school uniform pocket and moved nervously a few times. Before he could answer, Qin Xing grabbed the other person's arm and pulled him into the room, then threw the remote control to him: "You watch TV first, then You can eat in 20 minutes."

Xie Yang didn't turn on the TV, he just stood by and watched him cook.

Qin Xing turned to look at him: "Want to learn?"

Xie Yang nodded, he is not very good at other things except noodles and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"I can teach you on weekends, but you can just come to my place to eat on weekdays. Anyway, there is not much difference between two people's meals when I cook alone, and it's even more difficult to cook alone. I can't eat it, too. wasted."

Xie Yang thought about it and said solemnly: "Then I will give you the meal money."

Qin Xing was shocked, and looked back at him, Xie Yang's eyes were direct and sincere, without the slightest intention of joking, he thought about it, and knew that Xie Yang would feel burdened if he just ate: "You don't need to give money, or you help Let me work, help me when I cook, how about you wash the dishes after dinner, I don't like doing dishes the least."

Xie Yang thought about it, and Qin Xing put forward all the conditions, but even if he did the dishes, he took advantage of it, and he suddenly understood the meaning of Fang Ting's gift, but it was Fang Ting's gift, and he had to give it to Qin Xing himself Only one copy is enough, Teacher's Day is coming soon, if there is no time to prepare, let's make it Christmas, thinking of this, Xie Yang felt that he could feel a little more at ease, and then nodded in agreement.

After dinner, Qin Xing planned to read the self-introduction written by the students during the day: "I'm going to work, do you want to do your homework?"

"I finished it at school."

"Then do you read? Or watch TV? There should be a football game, shall we?"

Since Liang Hao told him the basics of football last time, Xie Yang was very interested in football, but he didn't want to watch it by himself, and he was also a little curious about Qin Xing's work: "What kind of work are you going to do? I Can I see it?"

Qin Xing typed out the notes: "Of course, today I asked my students to write self-introductions, and I promised them that whoever wrote it for me to remember, I would give them some privileges."

Xie Yang walked over curiously: "What privilege?"

"I didn't think about it, for example, can I not do my homework?"

"Can it still be like this?"

"Why not?"

Yes, why not, Xie Yang couldn't think of a reason to refute, Qin Xing divided the three classes very clearly, each stack was tied with a note, on the note were written 14 classes, 11 classes , 8 classes.

Qin Xing gave him the stack from class 8: "Look, you can pick out the ones that you think are well written and put them aside."

"I'll choose?"

"Yes, you are my representative of the invisible class."

Xie Yang's eyes lit up. He is Qin Xing's class representative. For some reason, he felt a little happy. Xie Yang opened the notes and looked carefully at them one by one.

Zhang Xu: Xu of the rising sun.

Lin Jie: Lin Pingzhi's Lin, outstanding Jie.

Yang Fan: I must not be the only Yang Fan you know.

Tan Leyong: It means happiness forever.

Luo Zhulin: The master said that I lack wood in the five elements.

Xu Xilin: I was born in Xilin Gol.

After only 15 minutes, Xie Yang had finished reading one class's introduction, and picked up another class's introduction to continue reading.

That’s right, at Xie Yang’s age, it’s just fun to watch, and it’s easy to remember if it’s fun. Maybe he’s not too good at thinking about the allusions and the meaning behind it. And Qin Xing will read it very carefully and change positions. If my name is this, how should I write it so that others can remember me.

Qin Xing noticed that Xie Yang had already read all three classes: "Which name impresses you the most?"

To be honest, when Qin Xing asked this question, Xie Yang's mind was blocked for a moment, but it was only for a few seconds, and the deepest impression was not in the papers just now: "Qin Xing."

This was the first time Qin Xing heard Xie Yang call him by his name, deliberately teasing him: "Why are you so rude? Call me Teacher Qin."

Xie Yang shook his head seriously: "I mean Qin Xing, this name impressed me the most." Xie Yang clearly remembered the first day they met, "You told me your name was Qin Xing (xing) , the walking line is also the bank's line, let me call you qinhang. "

Qin Xing felt that his name was actually quite common, with no allusions and origins. Perhaps his parents didn't bother to think about it and just picked one at random. However, it may be because of the advantage of polyphonic characters that made this self-introduction seem a bit humorous.

Qin Xing nodded noncommittally: "Then besides my name, is there anything else you like more? Or it's fine if you find any rules?"

"Yes, generally those with allusions will say it directly, such as this, Xie Yang rummaged through the pile of notes he picked out, took out one and read, 'Huang Yiyi, taken from "The Evening of the Luming" Plucking Wei": The past is gone, Yangliu Yiyi', many people who have no allusions will find some characters or stars in the novel to explain, like Lin Jie himself said that he is Lin Pingzhi's Lin, outstanding Jie. There are also some that are mainly beautiful meanings, such as Qi stands for Meiyu, but I think they are very ordinary and have nothing special, just like my name.”

Qin Xing raised his hand and touched his head, and felt that Xie Yang's ability to analyze and generalize was not bad: "How come, Xie Yang, thank you for the sun, you are full of gratitude for this world and even the universe, full of kindness, very Zen, I like it very much, so you have to be like a little sun, giving warmth to those around you."

Hearing what he said, Xie Yang felt that his name was very common, but he was inexplicably happy. It turns out that Qin Xing likes his name.

The next day, Qin Xing walked into the classroom of Class 8. Qin Xing planned to mainly finish explaining the difficulty of the Road to Shu in the first two weeks of school, and talk about other articles that are not the focus: "The master of cursive script came up and gave me the first paragraph of the difficulty of the Road to Shu." Copy it on the blackboard."

"Who is the master of cursive script?"

"Have you never heard of this nickname?"

Wang Lei, the monitor of class 8, asked: "Mr. Qin, did you remember the class wrong?"

Qin Xing crossed his arms: "Zhang Xu, is it from our class?"

Hearing the teacher call Zhang Xu's name, a boy stood up quickly: "Teacher, I am Zhang Xu."

"Zhang Xu, a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, was good at cursive script and liked drinking. He was called Zhang Dian in the world, and he was called Dian Zhang Zui Su together with Huai Su. Among the Eight Immortals, their cursive script is one of the three masterpieces together with Li Bai's poems and Pei Min's sword dance. You can memorize it and recite it to the whole class in the next class, and now come up and copy the first paragraph of the difficult road to Shu on the blackboard for me."

Zhang Xu scratched his head: "Teacher, I can't write well."

"Why don't you call me a master of cursive script, it's okay, come on, don't be shy."

Everyone below was laughing in disarray, Zhang Xu went up to the podium with a blushing face, picked up the chalk and started to write according to the book. This was probably the most serious time he wrote since he was born.

Qin Xing had evening self-study today, so he sent a message to Xie Yang, telling him to eat by himself at night and not to wait for him.

When Xie Yang received the text message, it was the break of the second class in the afternoon, and the next class was self-study, Jiang Zhe dragged him to the toilet.

"I heard my sister talk about it last night, saying that there is a new Chinese teacher in their class. He is handsome and humorous. She said that he is going to empathize with her."

Xie Yang nodded, expressing that he heard it, but he was not very interested.

"Hey, you don't know how nympho he is. I liked a little bastard of them before. I can't remember his name. The name is quite hot. It's a new teacher who just came and said that he likes him. I don't even know what to say about her."

A name suddenly flashed in Xie Yang's mind: "Jin Nan?"

"what?"

"The little bastard your sister likes."

"How do you know? No, I don't know either. I can't remember clearly. I remember what he does."

Xie Yang tried his best to search for the name of a girl surnamed Jiang in his mind, but he couldn't remember: "What's your sister's name, and what's the name of their new language teacher?"

"My sister's name is Jiang Qian. I remember that teacher, her name is Qin Xing. My ears were getting callused from muttering to me last night."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Jiang Zhe elbowed him: "What are you thinking, I've finished peeing."

Xie Yang let out an oh, lowered his head and quickly put on his pants, and the two returned to the classroom.Xie Yang thought in his heart that he had never seen Qin Xing give a lecture, would it be very lively and humorous, probably, Qin Xing was good-looking, and the students would definitely not slip away, but he couldn't imagine what Qin Xing's lecture would be like The textbooks of high school and junior high school will also be very different. What Qin Xing is good at, poetry, text, or reading comprehension, Xie Yang thinks that Qin Xing must be good at everything. With his grades, he should not be able to enter the fourth middle school. It's too difficult, will Qin Xing become his high school Chinese teacher?

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Jiang Zhe patted him, "We will play football at night, shall we go together?"

Playing football, Xie Yang thought for a while: "Go."

Now it was Jiang Zhe's turn to be stunned. He just asked casually. He had invited Xie Yang before, but Xie Yang always refused. Xie Yang basically didn't participate in any sports at school. The homework is either going home to do homework, why do you want to play football with him today?

Jiang Zhe scratched his head: "Then write today's homework quickly, and let's go to the stadium after school."

The second year of high school has just started, the pressure is not too great, and the evening self-study has not yet been occupied by teachers of various subjects, so students can still be relatively free. Qin Xing entered Class 10 14 minutes early, and some students have already finished their meals. One after another, they returned to their seats and began to read. After 2 minutes, Jin Nan and the two little attendants also came back, but before they sat down, they saw Jin Nan pick up a basketball from the ground, and then shook the schoolbag with his right hand On the shoulders, I will go out with my two younger brothers.

"Jin Nan." Qin Xing called out.

Jin Nan stopped and watched Qin Xing walk to his side, Jin Nan raised his eyebrows, Qin Xing guessed the meaning of this action: "Self-study now, where are you going?"

"Play ball." This sentence was said flatly, without anger or anger, as if stating the most ordinary thing.

"I don't care about the other teachers. You all have to stay here for my evening study."

Jin Nan frowned: "I didn't mean to target you, Teacher Qin, I do this every day."

Qin Xing looked him up and down: "Sports student?"

Jin Nan: "No."

Qin Xing: "Then sit back for me."

Jin Nan was a little impatient when he arrived here. He glanced at Qin Xing, didn't speak, and continued to walk towards the back door. The two younger brothers seemed to stay where they were, and they didn't want to leave.

Jin Nan turned back: "You two don't come here, stay here for self-study, be quiet, remember not to disturb Teacher Qin."

Qin Xing was laughed out of anger. Whether he was sensible or not, Qin Xing grabbed the squad leader and said a few words to him, then followed Jin Nan's direction.