After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Cheng Zhanxi didn't know the good thing about the pie this day. When he went to school the next day and entered the office, he clearly felt that Yu Qingtang raised his head from behind the desk and gave her a deep look.

At that time, it was the break of the first get out of class—Cheng Zhanxi slept late yesterday when painting, and woke up late today, unable to catch up with the school’s morning reading. The office was full of teachers and students, and Yu Qingtang was the first among the people who came and went. Time caught her with her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her not far from the door, the world around him was quiet, and only her pounding heart could be heard.

Cheng Zhanxi slowed down, not daring to disturb the tacit understanding, and approached Yu Qingtang's seat.

Yu Qingtang withdrew his gaze vaguely, and said, "Mr. Cheng, I have already given the video to the students."

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "Which version?"

Yu Qingtang said, "That's the teaching video."

Cheng Zhanxi was waiting for her answer, and a smile blossomed on the corners of his lips.

She was born extremely beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, bright eyes, and her beauty value rose several degrees when she smiled, making the relatively dark office corner in the back of them instantly illuminated by the sun.

Yu Qingtang's throat became dry involuntarily, she took the thermos cup on the table, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of water.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes followed her drinking water, and naturally fell to her lips.

Yu Qingtang can apply lipstick, but the color is not dark, close to the original lip color, light powder, usually makes her lips look plump and moist, like jelly lips, looks soft and very kissable.

Cheng Zhanxi licked his lips.

Yu Qingtang put down the thermos cup, and Cheng Zhanxi, with strong willpower, looked away with difficulty.

Cheng Zhanxi cleared his throat, controlled his legs, walked to the water dispenser in the corner, and said, "I'll... get a glass of water."

Yu Qingtang: "Okay."

Looking at Cheng Zhanxi's back, she opened the lid of the cup again as if she had her own will, then brought it to her lips, tilted the mouth of the cup, and took two more sips of water.

Yu Qingtang thought endlessly: Autumn has just entered, and winter has not yet arrived, why is the weather so dry?

Cheng Zhanxi was afraid of doing something in the office that would affect the school spirit and discipline, so when she returned to the office, she lowered her head to revise her syllabus. Yes, the physical education teacher also wrote lesson plans. Especially after Cheng Zhanxi taught her children to dance independently, the school leader asked her to submit a detailed report.

"Puff puff."

Yu Qingtang raised her head in surprise.

Cheng Zhanxi whispered like he was secretly talking to the middle school students' self-study class, "Mr. Yu, can you give me your lesson plan for reference?"

Yu Qingtang glanced at her.

Cheng Zhanxi: "You look down on our physical education teacher again, don't you?"

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Is this person the roundworm in her stomach?

She didn't look down on the physical education teacher, but she didn't know much about the teaching content of the physical education teacher, so she was surprised. From a certain point of view, she thought that the physical education teacher was easy, and it was indeed a kind of hard work that "looked down" on the other party.

Just two days ago, Teacher Cheng danced until three in the morning.

Yu Qingtang threw the lesson plan to her.

Cheng Zhanxi raised his hand to catch it accurately, without wrinkling at all, and caressed the cover of the kraft paper carefully before opening the first page.

Yu Qingtang's characters are graceful and graceful, round, soft and elegant. They are the kind of characters that a good girl with good grades can recognize at a glance when they are in school. When they reach the place of mathematical formulas and symbols, they are unrestrained and unrestrained. There is a spell in the medical record, and Cheng Zhanxi, a math scumbag, can't understand it even more.

Looking at these two handwritings, it seems that there are two souls entangled and fighting on the paper.

Of course, there are so few mathematical formulas that can be ignored, most of which are teaching methods and lecture thinking.

Cheng Zhanxi tapped lightly with his knuckles on the lesson plan book one after another, and turned over the entire lesson plan thoughtfully.

She raised her face, resting her chin in her hand, and stared intently in Yu Qingtang's direction.

Yu Qingtang sat upright, with his back always at 90 degrees, one hand pressed the workbook for the class, and the other held a red pen for corrections. The profile of his face was delicate, but there was no warmth.

Cheng Zhanxi got up quietly and walked around behind her lightly, without making any sound the whole time.

She glanced at the workbook.

Suppose the function f(x)...

The lethality of mathematics is comparable to that of biochemical weapons. Cheng Zhanxi was dizzy and almost reached out to support Yu Qingtang's seat back to maintain the balance of his limbs.

Cheng Zhanxi found that she changed her homework not just with a tick or a cross, but would seriously look at which step was wrong, and then draw a horizontal line at the wrong place to indicate what was wrong here. Others directly circled them and put three question marks, and Yu Qingtang wrote the words seriously with a red pen: The mathematical logic needs to be strengthened.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed silently.

Cheng Zhanxi watched with relish.

Yu Qingtang changed too much focus and didn't notice an additional audience.

A teacher looked up and saw Cheng Zhanxi's dog and cat behind Yu Qingtang, smiling and opening his mouth, Cheng Zhanxi hurriedly made a "shush" gesture.

The other teachers also cooperated and smiled knowingly at the scene of love in front of them.

The friendship of young people...well, no matter what kind of friendship, it is very precious.

Until a teacher came in at the door of the office, he frowned when he saw this picture, Cheng Zhanxi coughed lightly, interrupting Yu Qingtang's input, and said softly, "Mr. Yu."

The voice came from behind, and Yu Qingtang turned back slightly in surprise.

Cheng Zhanxi took out the textbook in his hand, showed an embarrassed smile, and said, "I've finished my reference, and I'll pay you back. Seeing that you work too hard, I can't bear to disturb you."

Yu Qingtang nodded and took the lesson plan.

"fine."

Wen Zhihan at the door: "..."

She remembered a word she once heard in her roommate's mouth, it was a kind of colored tea, but her upbringing did not allow her to say the word or even think about it in her heart.

Wen Zhihan is an associate subject. Like Yu Qingtang, she only has two classes, which is easier than an ordinary associate teacher, but she seems to be busy with other things, and usually spends far less time in the office than waiting for Yu. There are many Cheng Zhanxi. She comes early in the morning. Most of the time in the office, apart from preparing lessons, she just turns on the computer to do her own business. Cheng Zhanxi walks past her a few times when she finds a chance, and the computer screen is full of English.

Cheng Zhanxi's English level is not bad, and seeing that it involves most of the proper nouns, it seems to be a foreign language literature of physics.

What she was looking at Cheng Zhanxi didn't want to understand, and she didn't need to understand. She only knew that the competitiveness of this rival in love was getting closer and closer to nothing.

Wen Zhihan's taciturnity compares favorably with Yu Qingtang. It's not that she is overconfident, but what will Yu Qingtang do when she is with her? Do two people look after each other every day without saying anything but tears?

Now the novels don't write about the silent devotion of the bitter girl two, Mr. Wen is obviously behind the times. If you like it, you must chase it boldly, and make her madly infatuated with herself by virtue of her personal charm.

Just like her.

The most important thing is that Yu Qingtang likes her, and Wen Zhihan is out of play.

Hahaha.

Cheng Zhanxi curled his lips and smiled, and took his disposable water cup to the water dispenser to pick up water. He passed by Yu Qingtang's desk, and the second female opposite was talking to Yu Qingtang: "Are you going to see the art exhibition this weekend? Cheng Mo is holding it in the art museum. The exhibition will last for two months, I wonder if you have paid attention to it before?"

Cheng Zhanxi drank half of the water in one gulp, and choked directly in his throat without precaution.

She held the corner of Yu Qingtang's desk, bent down and coughed violently.

The two looked at each other in unison.

Cheng Zhanxi waved his hand and said, "It's okay." She slowly walked back to her place, put down the water glass, and her ears were erect like antennae.

Yu Qingtang still held the red pen and said, "I didn't pay attention."

Wen Zhihan: "The exhibition will end in less than half a month, why don't we go and see it this weekend?"

Yu Qingtang looked calm: "I won't go if I have something to do."

Wen Zhihan's unconcealed loss quickly returned to his usual appearance. He smiled lightly and said, "How about a working day? We choose an afternoon when there is no class, and the art museum is not far from the school."

Yu Qingtang put down the pen, looked at Wen Zhihan, and said nothing.

Wen Zhihan didn't speak, but his expression looked a little hurt, and then it turned firm.

Yu Qingtang said coldly, "I'm going to work."

Wen Zhihan also turned on the computer.

Their tacit understanding that everything is silent makes Cheng Zhanxi a little annoyed.

She wanted to immediately ask Yu Qingtang to clarify, but she felt that it had nothing to do with that, and she was suspected of restricting her freedom.

But just angry.

Many people say that there is a child living in the heart of an artist, so he can create imaginative and unimaginable works. And most of their tempers are like children's. They will be unhappy because they can't get candy. The closer they are to people, the more they are. Now Cheng Zhanxi is the unhappy child.

Because it is the person you like, the emotions are magnified countless times.

She sat in the chair and looked at Yu Qingtang, her eyes almost turned into reality without blinking.

Yu Qingtang noticed such a strong presence and raised her head.

Cheng Zhanxi puffed out his cheeks, and his expression was even more puffed up.

...It's weird, and there's a hint of cuteness in it.

Yu Qingtang: "???"

Yu Qingtang blinked his eyelashes slowly, and by pursing his lips, he suppressed the smile on the corner of his lips.

That smile was fleeting, like a flash in the pan, but Cheng Zhanxi still caught it.

Cheng Zhanxi lost most of his anger, and asked aloud, "Does Teacher Yu have any candy?"

Teacher Yu: "???"

Where did she go to get her candy?

Yu Qingtang said, "Don't you have candy in your drawer?" There are also chocolates and snacks, and I always see her giving it to classmates who come to the office.

Cheng Zhanxi said nonsense seriously: "I can't find it, you come and help me find it."

Yu Qingtang: "…"

She decided to ignore Cheng Zhanxi. Like Tong Feifei last night, she drank fake wine and didn't know what she was talking about.

The phone vibrated.

Yu Qingtang unlocked the screen.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: [Program crying.jpg]

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Where did she find such a villain's emoji package that looks exactly like herself? Could it be that the eldest lady had the money to find someone to customize it? This is... too boring.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: [Program rolling over and crying.gif]

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Cheng Zhanxi sent Yu Qingtang a few of the emoticons that she usually sent to her parents and brother acting like a spoiled child. She drew these little people herself. She drew a set for each of their family members, and updated them every year according to the latest image. Change, as long as they use emoticons, they can feel their full love. Even in a foreign country, their hearts are always connected.

Yu Qingtang closed her eyes, took a breath, restrained the urge to drag Cheng Zhanxi into the blacklist, got up and walked over.

"Where's the sugar?"

Cheng Zhanxi put his hands in his sleeves, looked relaxed, and gave up the vacant seat in front of the desk.

Relying on his memory, Yu Qingtang opened the first drawer on the right, which contained a drawer of sweets and snacks.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Which one do you want to eat?"

"fruity."

Yu Qingtang took a fruit candy with green wrapping paper and was about to hand it to her when Cheng Zhanxi said, "I want to eat grapes."

Yu Qingtang's voice was full of unknowing patience: "Is it purple?"

"Um."

When he got the candy he wanted, Cheng Zhanxi took it with wide-eyed eyes, with a very well-behaved expression. He looked at Yu Qingtang with bright and clear eyes, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Teacher Yu."

Yu Qingtang was a little dissatisfied just now, but with her smile, the clouds cleared away.

Looking at Cheng Zhanxi's smile, she was stunned for some reason. Her heart was beating at a slower beat than usual, but it was beating heavily, and again and again.

Yu Qingtang lowered her eyes and replied in a lower voice than usual: "You're welcome."

It's just a thank you to her for the hard dance practice and video recording for the seventh class students.

Yu Qingtang said so in his heart.

Cheng Zhanxi peeled off the candy wrapper, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, bit the candy into his mouth, and asked, "Does Teacher Yu eat candy?"

"No, thank you."

"Are you afraid of tooth decay?" Cheng Zhanxi didn't let her go right away. Before Yu Qingtang could speak, she suddenly looked surprised and said, "Don't you like it?"

"…Um."

"Maybe you can try it. There are many possibilities in life, just like this bag of candy. Blindfolded, you never know what the next one will taste like." Cheng Zhanxi took her hand and didn't look at it. He took a candy from the big packaging bag in the drawer, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a coincidence, it's green, the same as the one I gave you last time."

With a delicately packaged fruit candy in the palm of his hand, Yu Qingtang lowered his eyes and stared blankly at his palm.

"It seems that God destined you to eat this candy." The woman's voice was low and soft.

Yu Qingtang looked at Cheng Zhanxi.

She is no longer the child who asked for candy just now. She raised her eyes to look at her with long and deep eyes, as if looking into the depths of her soul.

Yu Qingtang was slightly confused, broke free from her hand, took a step back, and then looked closely, Cheng Zhanxi's instant insight seemed like a bizarre illusion.

"I don't like candy." She tried her best to hide it, her voice concealed an imperceptible panic, resisting any possibility of existence, and left the candy on Cheng Zhanxi's table.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at the candy for a long time, a sigh flashed in his eyes, and he put it back in the drawer.

Yu Qingtang unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup to drink water, but found that the water inside was empty at some point. She simply put down the water cup and went to the corridor outside the office to breathe.

After going to Class 7 and turning around again, the turbulent waves in the heart lake gradually subsided, and there was not a trace of ripples left.

When she entered the office, Cheng Zhanxi was not in her seat, but half-sit in front of the solid wood desk, with one long leg resting on the ground and the other calf hanging in the air, swaying slightly at will, and a few teachers Chat about celebrity gossip.

Yu Qingtang passed by her, she greeted her with a smile as usual, and continued to talk to the teacher: "It's fake, the rumor was refuted last time."

The female biology teacher said: "Really wow? I really thought she had a problem with her character before and almost lost her fans."

Cheng Zhanxi searched for clarification posts on the Internet and showed them to the biology teacher.

The biology teacher was overjoyed after reading it: "Oh, thank you so much, Xiaocheng, I can do it again. You young people are still good at surfing the Internet."

"Where."

Yu Qingtang watched coldly for a while, and became more and more certain that it was his own delusion just now.

Yu Qingtang finished the last few assignments and left this episode behind.

There was still a while before school ended at noon, Yu Qingtang turned on the computer and opened the homepage of the Sicheng Art Museum.

There is a big promotion on the homepage—painter Cheng Mo held an exhibition at the Sicheng Art Museum in mid-August. The exhibition lasted for two months. You are welcome to come and visit. She also introduced some of her most famous works, including her first exhibition. Several new works.

Yu Qingtang's biological mother, Yu Ci, was a painter, but Yu Ci's studio was locked by Wei Tingyu, and only he could enter. Wei Tingyu did not give her any artistic edification or training. When she saw her in the yard using branches to paint in the soil of the small garden, and using stones to carve and grind on the ground, she would stride over from far away. , Junxiu's face was distorted, and he was furious at her. The branches and stones were thrown away roughly, and the servants took her away.

Everyone in the Wei family listened to Wei Tingyu's words. As long as she showed the slightest move, she would be ruthlessly snatched away the "paintbrush" in her hand and thrown away.

He didn't allow her to have the slightest resemblance to Yu Ci. No one can replace her, nor can she become the second her, including her biological daughter.

Because of her childhood, Yu Qingtang had no experience with painting, and after moving to Sicheng, her grandparents showed great resistance when they wanted her to learn painting like Yu Ci.

But the absence of her mother still made her instinctively pay attention to painting-related things. She would stop at the art-related floors of the library, wander aimlessly around, but did not take any books with her. She will go to see art exhibitions from time to time, but she will not pay attention to the exhibition time, nor will she pay special attention to which painter.

She thought that Wen Zhihan might not know, she actually didn't know anything about painting, she also didn't know how to appreciate a painting, she couldn't understand the superb techniques and the painter's expression.

Ha, she doesn't know how to draw.

As the daughter of a talented female painter, she doesn't even have the most basic artistic aesthetics, which is very funny.

Yu Qingtang's knuckles turning white while holding the thermos cup, slowly loosened after a while, and her eyes fell on the name "Cheng Mo". After recalling for a while, she remembered that "Blizzard" at her house seemed to be painted by her. .

She wanted to see Cheng Mo's art exhibition a little bit, but she planned to go alone instead of accepting Wen Zhihan's invitation.

Wen Zhihan is different from her. She has to continue to study abroad. While teaching in Sicheng, she has not given up her studies in physics. She is reading foreign literature every day. Some universities have exchanges and borrow their labs. They are always busy late every day. Sometimes they sleep directly in the lab and go to school without changing their clothes.

They are people of two worlds. Don't say that Yu Qingtang didn't like her, even if she did, she wouldn't be with her.

She shouldn't waste more time on herself.

Yu Qingtang recorded "Cheng Mo's Art Exhibition" in the reminder on his mobile phone. After clicking it, he found that there was another item in it: Invite Teacher Cheng to dinner.

Yu Qingtang frowned.

She almost forgot about it!

"Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi raised his head when he heard the sound, and smiled warmly: "What's the matter?"

"I said I wanted to invite you to dinner." Yu Qingtang asked, "Are you free this weekend? I'll invite you to Xiangjiang Garden."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "Yes, but I will decide the restaurant."

Yu Qingtang had no objection.

Cheng Zhanxi made an "OK" gesture and said, "I'll send the address to your WeChat on Friday."

This time Yu Qingtang thought about it and said, "Is it ok before school on Friday?"

Yu Qingtang University passed the driver's license, but did not buy a scooter. If Cheng Zhanxi is located far away from the old city, it is very inconvenient for her to travel, so she will stay in the new city for one more night, and push back the time of returning to her grandmother's house to Saturday, and she will call her grandmother Fang Wenjiao in advance. Be informed.

Cheng Zhanxi: "No problem."

Cheng Zhanxi sat relaxed in the office chair, opened the food review app, and set the range: near the Sicheng Art Museum.

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

Based on her observation, Yu Qingtang did not refuse to go to the exhibition, but refused Wen Zhihan's invitation to go to the exhibition. Then, let this deity take her to see her own paintings. If she doesn't understand, she will answer them lovingly and give her the most luxurious VVVIP enjoyment.

Well, thanks again for Mr. Wen's wrong demonstration.

Mr. Wen is a really nice person.

Cheng Zhanxi tutted twice in her heart, sympathizing with her for 0.1 seconds out of humanitarianism, only 0.1, no more.

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