Give me back my tail

Zhao Zecheng's class is very important in Ji Rong's major, and the proportion of class hours is quite high. There are one, two, four, three days a week, and Tuesdays are scheduled in the morning. After the class, I just go to eat.

Ji Rong communicated intermittently with Zhao Zecheng last night, said a lot of standard answers in the notebook, and finally said good night to each other, and came to class again, and his mood became very different.

Zhao Zecheng still wore a clean white shirt with a larger collar than yesterday's, and a simple pattern was embroidered on one side of the collar.He has a good figure and is tall, but walking back and forth on the podium, or leaning on the table to read and give lectures, is also pleasing to the eye.

Ji Rong was in a calmer mood than yesterday, most of the time he was able to concentrate on listening to the class, and a small part of the time was distracted to look at Zhao Zecheng's face, hands, broad back and shoulders.

Apart from textbooks, there are also some other things on his desk. Ji Rong can't help being distracted for a while, and then he will pick them up to read - it's a piece of writing that he wrote after saying good night last night. note.

At the beginning it reads: Reference quotations for dining conversations.

It was a long sheet, densely packed with words on both sides.

If you want to use an analogy, Ji Rong is probably the kind of kid who is stupid but works hard. Because he learns slowly and has poor results, he spends 1 minutes learning while others spend 10 minute, and he never gives up even though the results are minimal.

Maybe this hard work has touched someone, Ji Rong thought so, and raised his eyes to look at the people on the podium from the interval of browsing.

Zhao Zecheng took over yesterday's content, and the whole class was subdivided to talk about the meaning and origin of each oracle bone inscription.

At this time, most of it was over, and I changed a slide and said that I would play a game with everyone.

"Oracle bone inscriptions are easily recognizable as hieroglyphs, and there are actually not many well-preserved oracle bone inscriptions that can be tested so far," Zhao Zecheng said, looking at the bottom of the observation platform. When Ji Rong saw him pass him, his eyes obviously paused. After clicking, he stopped moving, and continued, "A lot of characters are recombined by researchers of later generations based on existing radicals and so on."

The corner of Zhao Zecheng's mouth ticked: "So let's play a game now. The teacher will tell you the words, and you can combine them to see if you can draw correctly."

Ji Rong was also attracted by the content of the class, he ignored the note lying on the table, and stared at Zhao Zecheng's ppt seriously.

Zhao Zecheng put some fairly simple questions at first, and most of the students below were able to answer them quickly.Until a word was suddenly typed on the screen - love.

Different from other gerunds above, love is really a word that cannot be imitated or generalized by specific actions.

The students had a difficult time, and after being told that they were wrong after answering repeatedly, their appetites were whetted instead.

Ji Rong couldn't figure it out either, he unconsciously wrote the word "Love" with a pen under the small note, and drew some radicals that might be used on the side, but no matter how they matched, it didn't seem right.

It happened that Zhao Zecheng was playing tricks, so he didn't turn the page, just let everyone think about it.At the end of the discussion, the discussion was fruitless, and several female students in the front began to play tricks, and they stretched their voices to be coquettish, asking Zhao Zecheng to speak quickly.

But Zhao Zecheng didn't say anything until the end. He assigned this as one of the after-school homework amidst the ringing of the bell and the angry shouts of his classmates.

The bell stopped and the people gradually dispersed.

Ji Rong didn't leave.

He sat on the seat and watched Zhao Zecheng tidy up things unhurriedly. His slender fingers were stained with white from taking the chalk. He noticed that he quickly wiped it off with a paper towel.

Zhao Zecheng was very skillful in tidying up, just as skillful as he was in lecturing and arousing the students' interest in the lectures.

Looking at Ji Rong, he always felt that this person was different from when he first met him.

Perhaps it was because of his sharp looks, the lights in the bar were dim, and Ji Rong himself was nervous. He no longer remembered exactly what Zhao Zecheng said and did at that time, but he only remembered thinking that this person was a bit fierce.

At least according to Ji Rong at the time, that man would never be a university teacher.

But now Zhao Zecheng is stacking books with both hands, and the noon light comes in from the classroom window, making his metal eye sockets sparkle with tiny bright spots, even if the corners of his mouth are flattened, he seems very gentle.It seems that he has no other suitable identity other than being a university teacher.

It was difficult for Ji Rong to distinguish whether the disharmony between the front and back was due to Zhao Zecheng himself or the change in his mentality.

He was stunned by the sight of the people, wondering if there was anything there, until Zhao Zecheng came up to him, and then he reacted suddenly, and frantically covered the note on the table with a book.

I heard Zhao Zecheng laugh.

"You look like you were caught cheating on the final exam." Zhao Zecheng said while putting the book on Ji Rong's desk, and didn't seem to intend to leave immediately, so he pulled the seat in front of Ji Rong and sat down.

The seats in the classroom are even, but Zhao Zecheng is much taller than Ji Rong. Sitting face to face, Zhao Zecheng still slightly looks down at Ji Rong.

Ji Rong's guilty thought was indeed similar to cheating, so his subordinates couldn't help but read the textbooks again, some of them didn't have 300 taels of silver here.

Zhao Zecheng could easily see Ji Rong's guess about the hieroglyphs of the word "Love" exposed under the uncovered note.

He thought it was just an ordinary draft, but he didn't doubt it, and asked Ji Rong, "Do you want to know how to write love in advance?"

It is true that Ji Rong's heart is occupied by other more important things at this time, but he still has curiosity, so he nodded and asked softly: "How do you write it?"

"Then I'll write to you, don't be shy." Zhao Zecheng said.

At first, Ji Rong didn't understand how a word would make people shy, but after Zhao Zecheng roughly sketched the outline on his textbook with a pen, Ji Rong understood.

The character love is not a combination of two different radicals, but a combination of the same radical "人".

One is above and the other is below, and they are intertwined, making a person who is not very pure know what it is after seeing it.

And Ji Rong happened to be impure.

Because Zhao Zecheng wanted to write, he moved closer to Ji Rong, and did not move away after finishing writing, asking him, "Do you understand?"

Ji Rong didn't speak.

He said again: "Love, primitive love, isn't it just..."

Zhao Zecheng didn't finish his sentence, and Ji Rong felt that he seemed to be getting closer to him, because when he laughed from behind, his breath sprayed on his face.

Ji Rong dodged inconspicuously afterwards. He was not blushing at first, but when Zhao Zecheng stuck him too close, he turned a little red. Because he didn't know what to do next, he looked up at Zhao Zecheng helplessly. .

Zhao Zecheng didn't look like he was going to stand up soon.

He seemed to want to have a chat with Ji Rong before eating.This made Ji Rong very nervous.

Because he believed that the online conversation with Zhao Zecheng yesterday based on the quotations was very successful, and it had laid a good start for the long-term development of the two of them, and if the face-to-face conversation fell short, Ji Rong would cry.

But the cheat sheet was typed in the restaurant, not in the classroom, which is beyond the outline.

Zhao Zecheng saw his nervousness, and he joked: "Why are you so shy when you are face to face?"

"I'm not shy..." Ji Rong retorted quickly, because in his concept, being shy means not daring to take the next step. No, it will hinder the growth of the tail.

But after Ji Rong's rebuttal lacked theoretical and factual basis, he didn't know how to continue.

Ji Rong kept flashing through the sentences he read yesterday, similar to the ones on the cheat sheet, and the candidates who wanted to cram for a while, their minds were running fast.

"I think oracle bone inscriptions are so difficult." When Ji Rong finally found the reason, his eyes lit up, "I'm afraid you will really fail me at the end of the semester."

Zhao Zecheng looked at Ji Rong, guessing that he probably didn't know how betrayed his heart was by his expression.

Zhao Zecheng saw that Ji Rong was funny no matter what he looked at, so he deliberately put on a very serious expression and tone: "It is very difficult, and the failure rate of this course is very high."

Ji Rong's eyes stared for a moment, and at this time he forgot to refer to it again, and complained to Zhao Zecheng: "But I passed the application, you can't—"

Zhao Zecheng's laughter interrupted him.

"What?" Zhao Zecheng said jokingly, "If you pass the application, do you plan to let me pass it for you no matter what? This is a back door."

Ji Rong choked.In fact, he has never had a bad grade in the courses he took in school since he was a child. Even if he doesn't open the back door, there is a high probability that he will pass.

It's just that Ji Rong felt that Zhao Zecheng didn't seem to mean that.

The way Zhao Zecheng looked at him was not the way a teacher looks at a student.

There are still students leaving outside the classroom, people come and go, everyone laughs and chats, filled with the youthful and pure atmosphere on the campus, only this side of the world is different.

Ji Rong and Zhao Zecheng sat in the classroom, but Zhao Zecheng seemed to have returned to the bar that night, to the hotel that night, no longer remembering his identity as a teacher, just like a man, staring at Ji Rong with some desire. look.

Ji Rong also tried to answer with other identities. He glanced at Zhao Zecheng, then quickly lowered his voice, and asked him softly, "Can't you?"

"It depends on your performance." Zhao Zecheng said.

Ji Rong raised his eyes to look again, Zhao Zecheng held his chin, and didn't tell him to lower it any further.

Zhao Ze adult also approached, so close that he almost kissed Ji Rong.

Ji Rong swallowed: "What performance?"

Zhao Zecheng's eyes fell on Ji Rong's face from top to bottom through the lens, with naked desire and not much scrutiny.

At this moment, Ji Rong suddenly figured out that the huge difference in Zhao Zecheng's image before and after may be the result of both himself and his own psychological changes.

Because at this moment, Zhao Zecheng would not be as gentle and gentle as he was on the podium, and he was much more aggressive with desire, but Ji Rong didn't think he was fierce either.

Zhao Zecheng's voice was one degree lower than before: "What do you think?"

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