Chapter 33: Mouth three

A few days later, a heavy rain suddenly lowered the temperature in N City. "Wow--" It seemed to be as cool as someone who accidentally touched the remote control and accelerated into it ten times when watching a movie. Leaping into Qiu Gao and refreshing. When I went downstairs and pushed open the door, the cold air rushed in front of me. I couldn't help but sneeze, and Yu Guang glanced at the flowers of the acacia tree in the garden.
The summer vacation is not busy, and the work day is also very free. There was not much pressure. However, the idler Gu Sister was very painful. She had an accounting practice certificate summer tutoring class. This half-hanger dragged past, soft and hard foam, every possible means, and finally bought me a platinum VIP card of XX beauty salon.
The next day I reported the matter to Gu Xingzhi. He lifted his face from the financial newspaper: "Do you have a teacher certificate?"
"No."
"Have you ever experienced teaching?"
I sat down with him across a coffee table: "No. I also feel guilty, but Gu Xueqi's publicity sheet vowed to guarantee that it will be covered once, but if it is, the next cram school will not charge money."
"How much is the first installment?" He asked.
"Four hundred ..."
Gu Xingzhi lifted his chin and teased me: "So the final result is-only earn 500 yuan, until the old age, students do not change?"
"Don't be so confident in my students, okay."
"I have no confidence in you." He is not a boyfriend, he is a boyfriend.
"Master Gu, you can teach it ~ 100 shots ~"
"Without that idle time."
After thinking about it for a while, I said, "If the qualification test for my qualification exam for the second half of the year is 100% ..."
I spoke slowly: "Will you marry me?"
"Are you asking for marriage?"
"Ok."
Gu Xingzhi put aside the newspaper and said nothing. The paper gave me a weak but clear smile.
"Huh, are you the default?" I seemed to get some kind of approval, and my back straightened: "Are you agree? Really?"
He glanced at me again and called my name: "Xue Jin, see for yourself."
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Today is the first day of teaching. The course I am responsible for is basic accounting. I turned over the light blue and white textbooks and the textbooks are very simple. There is basically no pressure. I made a few pages of lesson preparation notes. Umbrella rushed to the location of the cram school.
Before entering the door, you can hear a noise in the classroom. Through the window, you can see the young and fresh faces under the incandescent lamp, most of them are young people in their twenties. I walked into the class dignifiedly with the pretense of the textbook, and the class suddenly became quiet. Passing the first row, I heard a whisper from the side: Manager Sun
I glanced at the sound, and the dog was blind.
It was the last time ... the boy who stopped me asking for support ... He supported his head, his hair was much longer than last time, like a restless green grass, the deer's warm and dark eyes stared at him.
Ignoring it decisively, I stepped onto the podium and introduced myself: "Hello everyone, I am KD (Gu Xueqi said it is an abbreviation for affirmation, only I think it means pit father ...) Teacher of this course, Accounting Basics Let me introduce myself, my surname is Xue, everyone can call me Teacher Xue in the future. "
"Aren't you surnamed Sun?" The boy muttered right under the podium, his voice was very low, but it was still caught by me.
I looked down at him: "What's your surname?"
"My last name."
I lowered my voice and said, "Aren't you surnamed?"
"Eh?"
"Famous support." After I finished speaking, I no longer looked at the stunned expression on his face, and turned back to write the title of the first section on the blackboard, accounting summary.
When I first arrived, most of the students were pretty good. Occasionally, a few of them fell asleep and fell asleep. I did n’t want to wake up. The first lesson passed.
During the class, I leaned on the podium to drink tea and throat, and looked at the list of students. There was only one surname in the class, Zhang Yu, which should be the name of Bao Yangjun. When I received a call from Gu Xingzhi, he asked me when I would be out of class, so he took me back by the way. I looked at my watch and the time happened to be close to him after work. Hanging up the phone, the Qiu Bao Yangjun was sitting on the seat with his legs glaring at me, and I glared back leisurely.
At this time, the bell was ringing, and I returned to the podium to clear my throat and pretend to be a teacher. I continued to be a teacher and recalled the contents of the book. The second class was also spent lightly.
When the class was about to close, the students in the class often looked out of the window. I felt inexplicable, and they leaned over. I accidentally saw Gu Xingzhi standing in the corridor outside.
Because of the rain, the sky and earth behind him were all gray, like a cage of gray. And he stood here, but revealed a bright and gentle intention.
I made a gesture with him, just a short while.
He nodded and waited for you.
I did n’t want Gu Xingzhi to wait too long. I asked a symbolic sentence: "--Is there anything my classmates do n’t understand about the content of the last lesson? You can ask me." According to the traditional style of Chinese children, there must be no one I want to ask questions, because everyone wants to die home early.
But my desire to close the class quickly is obviously unfulfilled. There is still a child who loves learning. It is the boy with the surname Zhang, who belongs to the boy ’s unique clean voice plug. In the noise:
"Teacher Xue, I have a question."
I smiled: "Well, please."
I was interrupted by him, and I wanted to make a gesture to Gu Xingzhi of the window to explain what, he had disappeared from the window as a whole, like the painting screen was accidentally whitened out. No shadow.
"Teacher Xue, do you have a boyfriend? Can I chase you down?" He asked me two more shocking worldly questions. The level of directness did not change that year, and it obviously increased by one compared to the fighting index of seeking support. level. The whole class was disturbed by this problem, and the heat before the class condensed to the iceberg.
I put down the textbook that I was already holding in my arms, and calmly answered him: "Child, you have only graduated from high school, I am already thirty years old ~ Are you too nervous and caused the language organization to be wrong? Are you sure you want to ask 'Mr. Xue you Is there such a problem if I have a son?

The class laughed together, and Zhang Yu's face was black. At the same time, I also received a text message from Gu Xingzhi. He said: The company is in a hurry, so I have to leave first, sorry. I returned four words: wood is related.
After class, Zhang Yu stayed outside the classroom door, and I went out and asked, "Why don't you go yet?"
"You control me." His elbow pressed against the balcony railing. I turned around and walked away, and was hurriedly stopped by him, "Mr. Xue."
"Well, what's the matter?"
He held back for a short while to introduce himself, "My name is Zhang Yu."
"Oh ~ octopus?" I just wanted to mock his name.
"Just call it that way, I'm very casual ~" He didn't care, and suddenly returned to the usual attitude of being unscrupulous, swaggering past me downstairs.
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The little joke that I made with Zhang Yu before class was amazing on the first day. It made me get close to my classmates a lot.
After the break between classes, there were often girls in the front row who took the initiative to talk to me about off-topics, celebrities dressing nails and the like.
I know some of it, so I wo n’t be embarrassed. A girl even surprised to say, teacher, are you really thirty?
Of course, I also asked if Gu Xingzhi was my boyfriend or not. After that, they expressed envy in most of their voices, and their eyes were full of loss, "A man like a little hero"-yes What girl does n’t want to meet such a man.
I leaned against the window with my arms and casually said to the three young girls in front of me: "Everyone is the same, I am also a serious patient of the Appearance Association. We think that the definition of an excellent man is a flattering man who is flattering and insignificant Ugly men should be dragged out and shot. "
They laughed happily.
"So I was left until I was thirty," I waved a turning point without panic: "Don't be like this."
"The teacher jokes, there are such perfect men."
I picked up the tea cup that was originally placed on the table in front of them, but I couldn't laugh.
In fact, there will always be a day when the person appears, I believe that the young girl will understand, as long as it is the boy he likes and loves. Even if he is not so good, not so handsome, and does not even meet the basic conditions at least, he is still the man of his own words.
He has always been, always will.
Even if the years will make him blessed with a beer belly, and wipe out the black gloss of his hair, the lines on his face are no longer tough and cracked with dry wrinkles, and the original clear light of his eyes is gradually turbid, and his knuckles ca n’t hold you. His wrist, your name is already hoarse.
The appearance, wealth and posture are all gone. However, you can still call him "old man" in the same unpleasant voice, and walk with him in the park trails, and your heart is still full of the thick sticky affection of a girl.
How many people love your youthful and happy hours, adore your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity, but I alone love the soul of your pilgrim. This is the true love that should be dreamed up, rather than the "white and thin money" that is lingering in my mouth at this moment.
The sun was just outside, and the grass under the tree was covered with clear light spots. I stood at the window and waited for a while, and suddenly my shoulder was photographed, and I turned to see Zhang Yu standing behind me, saying, "Teacher, outside Someone finds it. "
I turned around and saw a girl standing outside. The dressing style of Japanese and Korean magazines like "Mina", with a big bright ponytail, showed a small face, a refreshing and comfortable and seductive girl.
I walked to her and asked, "Is there anything?"
She looked a little embarrassed, erected a white sign hung on her chest, with small and dignified black letters printed on it:
"Dongfang Daily" reporter: Yun Wei
"Hmm ...?" I don't understand her intentions. This newspaper does a great job, and the reporters in the East are by no means idle.
She smiled: "I'm going to do a news topic about student vacation cram school recently, but I want to do a small interview every time I come back here. I always use some teachers who don't understand it, especially the junior high school. What kind of private visit I thought The extremist reporter who exposed the shortcomings. I have been here several times, and it is always not going well. I am still in the trial period, and I do n’t make anything. It is estimated that there is no way to correct it. " "Can you help?"
"Okay." I didn't think about agreeing. What about the newspaper, why not do it.
She let out the Buddha's sigh of relief and smiled much more naturally than before. She almost hugged me: "Great! I'll go back and sort it out. I'll come to interview you tomorrow afternoon!"
Then he trot down the stairs with his bag.
I stood on the spot and watched her back for a long time until it completely disappeared in my field of vision.
I always feel that this girl is familiar, where have you seen it?