Chapter 19: Nineteenth day

【155】
Today, I sometimes meet my teacher and sister from the previous language class. She and Ling Jun are both righteous teachers, but she is a teacher who teaches Italian students Chinese.
Sister is indeed a Scorpio, with keen insight. She glanced at me and Ling Jun at the dinner, smiled clearly, and asked me: "Are you together?"
I am back, nervous: "How did you know?"
"intuition."
"..."
"In fact, I thought you would be together a long time ago. When I first saw you, I felt that you would definitely be together."
"why?"
"Intuition." My sister smiled again, and suddenly approached me ambiguously: "However, I am relieved to hand you over to Ling Jun."
I suddenly have an ominous hunch?
I always feel that my sister made a lot of determination when she handed me over to Ling Jun, and then she decided to give away the hamster she had raised for a long time.
Prior to this, my sister had once looked for a changer and asked him: "Do you like her?"
Jun Ling was stunned for a while, then quibbled: "Well, no."
"Don't lie, I can see it all."
Mr. Zero said nothing.
My sister laughed again and added: "You are a very motivated boy, and smart. I can rest assured if you leave her to you."
The Italian headmaster of the cram school also learned the news of my love relationship with Ling Jun. She exclaimed and said, "Then when are you going to get married?"
"..." Ling Jun gave a dry cough, embarrassed.
It is said that Ling Jun is the principal's favorite boy, and I am her favorite girl. According to the Chinese, this is a pair of golden boys and girls destined to be together.
【156】
To talk about something a little bit metaphysical, when Lingjun was in elementary school, he went to the temple with his parents to offer incense, and suddenly an old fortune-teller grabbed him, "I won't charge you, I'll calculate it for you."
Mr. Ling was taken aback and refused: "No need."
The old man insisted and said: "Don't refuse, I must count it for you."
Mr. Ling couldn't, he could only listen to him.
The old man said: "In the future, when you are XX years old, you will meet a person who is very important to you, your noble person. After this, your life will be very happy, your studies and career are very good."
In the end, Mr. Ling really met me that year.
However, why did he force the nobleman to be his wife? !
【157】
Lingjun recently had a bad stomach, vomiting and diarrhea, plus a bad cold, and stayed in bed at home for two days.
I also went to his house to accompany him, although there is not much I can do, that is, watch TV in the quilt, and let the very clingy Ling Jun hug my thigh to sleep.
Only when he is sick, this man will show such an unusually soft side.
I asked him distressedly: "Is his head still hot?"
Ling Jun was very weak, coughed slightly, and replied, "It's still a bit hot."
"Oh." I put my frozen hands on his head one after another to warm him, perhaps because the purpose was too obvious, and I unconsciously sighed-"It's so warm", which caused me to be critically hit by Lingjun.
I am wronged and want to cry.
When he was drowsy and slept until the afternoon, he finally thought that there would be class the next day, so he got up to study, leaving me with a lonely back.
Mr. Ling has a weird temper. Once he starts to learn, he doesn't care about anything that happens. He can completely indulge in learning, unable to extricate himself, and he doesn't even have time to give his mobile phone a second.
I yelled twice and saw that he ignored me. He cursed fiercely in his heart: The man who "wants to change after seeing a difference" forgets me after learning!
Ling Jun suddenly turned around and answered me indifferently: "Girls are all obstacles to men's career."
"Oh." I don't have the beauty of Daji, so I can get the king out of court early.
【158】
I had just gone abroad before, and I had no language foundation. I repeated the first year of middle school in Italy. However, their subject knowledge is very different from that in China. I was very decadent at that time. Many things were returned to the teacher, and almost all of them were out of subjects.
When Ling Jun learned of this situation, as a friend of mine, he could not stand by. In fact, it is more likely to hate iron but not steel. It is really shameful to think that I actually lost to the Italians.
Therefore, he asked me to come to the cram school one hour in advance every afternoon, to make up other homework for me first, and then to attend the Italian tutoring class as usual.
I still remember that it was a hot summer day. After class in school during the day, I was already sleepy. In the afternoon, I had to listen to Ling Junxu's babbling commentary. After a while, I was distracted and stared straight into his eyes.
Ling Jun was very angry. He felt that he was talking like a duck, and said sternly, "Concentrate!"
"Oh." I quickly recovered and sat down tightly.
But after a while, I sniffed the unique soapy smell of his body, and fell asleep again. As far as I know, Mr. Ling's clothes are all hand-washed by him. The refreshing soapy smell is mixed with the dry smell of sunlight, which always gives people a unique sense of smell, at least I personally like it very much.
Of course, the consequence of indulging in fragrance is... I was scolded again.
【159】
When I first went abroad, my parents were unstable at work.
At that time, I was facing a crisis of possible relocation. Transferring schools in Italy is almost commonplace. Even Italians don’t hesitate to transfer to another place as long as they feel that their school is not good. After all, there are convenient buses and trains between towns and many more. College students will take the one-hour train to the university in the morning and rush home in the afternoon.
I feel upset. Although the relationship with Lingjun is only a friend, they have also established a deep friendship. Therefore, it is very hard to part with the difference.
Before class, I said to Ling Jun: "Maybe I am moving."
Ling Jun's pen sharpened, and asked me in a low voice: "Where to go?"
"From here, it takes two hours to drive, in short, it's far, far away."
I was very depressed, and Ling Jun also said nothing.
After a while, he picked up the ballpoint pen and drew scribbled patterns on the paper again and again, as if to vent his inner boredom.
In the evening, there was a pouring rain outside the cram school.
The weather is bad, and my mood has been gloomy. When he was about to take the school bus home, Ling Jun suddenly walked up to me, stretched out his hand, and covered the top of my hair—he smiled, rubbed my head wantonly, and came to kill him.
Of course, luck was in the end. My parents don't plan to move, and I don't have to leave Lingjun.
I asked Ling Jun: "What if I do move?"
"Italy is only a little bit big in total, and I will see you no matter how far away."
"Then will you fall in love with me?"
"If you want, I will talk to you, because it is difficult for me to like someone," Ling Jun paused, and asked me back, "Do you think it is easy to like someone? You are not easy to look at. The top."
I nodded half-knowingly, inwardly: It seems really easy?
【160】
I remembered that a long time ago, after Ling Jun's mother secretly looked at me during Christmas dinner, she discussed with Ling Jun in private: "Is the little girl a little short?"
Ling Jun is not tall, but he is still about 18 centimeters away from me, and it only seems to reach his chest.
His mother hesitated for a while, then said tactfully: "If you give birth in the future..."
Mr. Ling decisively retorted: "You and my dad are not tall, didn't you give birth to me so tall?"
According to him, in future generations, there should be taller children?
But at that time, Mr. Ling and I hadn't started dating, at best it was a flair! Does this guy even think about the child? ! fall!
Zero Jun Weibo is: Zero Jun V
2017-02-01
There is a very popular one on the Internet, humming your boobs, recording, I begged for a long time before he recorded it, and deleted it after 48 hours! If you are interested, hurry up and listen, hahahahahahaha, I will help you here!
There is also Mr. Ling who doesn't like to post Weibo... and he doesn't like to post. It's not that he pretends to be cold, but he is particularly afraid of being noticed. He is very low-key. Don't get me wrong.
Mr. Zero himself is still very gentle=3=
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