After Escaping Marriage [GL]

The intersection is not long, and at the normal pace of two adults, it takes only ten seconds to reach the opposite side.

Cheng Zhanxi held her gently, not daring to exert too much force, and almost held her breath for more than ten seconds.

Yu Qingtang pulled his fingers out slightly until he reached the opposite side.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't make any effort and let her pull out easily.

Yu Qingtang seemed to be a little more silent than usual, his eyes looked straight ahead, and the angle of his head and neck did not deviate at all.

Cheng Zhanxi recalled the cool temperature on her hands, the delicate and slippery skin on the back of her hands, and the corners of her lips were upturned, looking for a topic with a calm demeanor: "What time will the parents' meeting tomorrow, Teacher Yu?"

"nine in the morning."

"Then I can't accompany you, I'm going out tomorrow."

Yu Qingtang's thin lips moved, but she didn't ask.

Cheng Zhanxi watched her expression, and consciously explained, "I'll go to Xiufeng to sketch."

Sicheng has mountains and rivers, and Xiufeng is a mountain in the suburbs of the local area.

"Probably come back in the evening." Cheng Zhanxi said again.

Yu Qingtang said calmly, "I'll go back to my home in the old city after the meeting."

Cheng Zhanxi was frustrated: "Then I can't see you anymore?"

Yu Qingtang thought to himself: Why do you insist on seeing me? Isn't seeing five days a week enough?

A flat humming on his face.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Okay, I live here alone. The hanging chair I bought was installed on Sunday. You can try it when you come back. It's very comfortable."

Yu Qingtang kept walking forward a few steps, Fang pretended to ask casually, "Is it like a swing?"

Cheng Zhanxi shook his head and smiled and replied, "The swing can only be seated, and this one can be placed on it."

The word "pan" is used so vividly that Yu Qingtang can make up for Cheng Zhanxi's state on the hanging chair, and a smile rises on his lips unconsciously.

The two separated at the elevator entrance on the 21st floor and said goodnight to each other in advance.

They had dinner in the cafeteria. Cheng Zhanxi thought that Yu Qingtang's decision to eat at the cafeteria to get rid of eating at her house was a procrastination policy that was bound to fail. She didn't believe that she could eat at the cafeteria all the time. In this way, there is always a time to get tired of going back and forth.

Cheng Zhanxi watched Yu Qingtang's back disappear behind door 2101, then turned around and entered his house.

After Yu Qingtang entered, she pressed her back against the door, not knowing what she was thinking. For a long time, her eyelids drooped, and she swept her fingertips hanging by her side. The brain commanded, she moved her fingers, and some kind of hidden temperature enveloped invisibly, and it seemed to still stay on it, wrapping it warmly. Her cold fingers. It was a little hot, as if there was something else hot except the fingers.

Yu Qingtang raised his hand and put it on his heart, and there was a brief confusion in his expression.

Cheng Zhanxi made a one-person supper that night, and sent the photo to the circle of friends. It was only visible in groups. It was either family members or close friends, and Yu Qingtang was naturally within the authority. But Cheng Zhanxi didn't send photos to Yu Qingtang alone, which was too obvious and too much.

However, Yu Qingtang still swiped it. Since Cheng Zhanxi lost his horse, Yu Qingtang, who has never been in the habit of swiping Moments, has gained this habit. Although he is not so diligent every day, he will click in every three times to see what Cheng Mo has updated. what.

Today Yu Qingtang finished work and was lying on the bed. Before going to bed, he just clicked into Cheng Zhanxi's Moments on a whim, and saw the photo of the night supper she posted - the soup noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions and coriander, and the small wontons at the bottom looked like a It's a small boat, out of the water, the skin is thin and the stuffing is enough, and the soup base and the delicious shrimp skin are made.

Is this the handmade ravioli she said before?

Shepherd's purse, pork and shrimp filling, the bite is delicate and smooth.

In the evening, Yu Qingtang casually dealt with two mouthfuls in the cafeteria, who had already digested it, and began to swallow. Before the stomach protested, she immediately locked the screen of her mobile phone and put it back on the bedside table, urging herself to go to sleep quickly.

...

The next day, she woke up very early. She didn't know whether she woke up naturally or was awakened by hunger. She always woke up very hungry, so hungry that she could no longer lie in bed.

Yu Qingtang searched for nearby breakfast stalls on her mobile phone, and deliberately chose one that offered wontons. It was a long way to walk for a kilometer, but today the parents don't have to get up early, she can walk slowly over and then walk back slowly. .

She had just walked to the elevator when the door on the opposite side opened.

Cheng Zhanxi was wearing a dark red jacket with a stand-up collar, long legs wrapped in black trousers, and waterproof leather short boots. She carried an easel on her shoulders, a tool bag in her hand, and her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, revealing a smooth and full forehead and a soft and well-defined face.

"Mr. Yu, good morning." Cheng Zhanxi locked the door with the key with one hand, turned around and greeted him with a smile as if he had just found Yu Qingtang.

"Good morning." Yu Qingtang looked at the easel on her back, her eyes stayed for two seconds, and she withdrew her gaze.

Cheng Zhanxi approached, so close that Yu Qingtang's outstanding eyesight could see the thin fluff on her cheeks. She didn't wear makeup, only sunscreen, her skin was translucent and delicate, and her radiance flowed. She has a more pure and clean temperament.

Her complexion was very white, but not as pale as Yu Qingtang was almost sickly and fragile, but as pink and white as March petals, the snow was rosy, reminiscent of the same vibrant spring.

The two entered the elevator.

Yu Qingtang pressed the first floor, and Cheng Zhanxi went to the underground garage.

Yu Qingtang thought to herself: Has she eaten breakfast?

Just thinking about it, Cheng Zhanxi took the initiative and said, "I ate at home and went straight to Xiufeng. Is Teacher Yu going out for breakfast?"

She noticed that Yu Qingtang's outfit was no longer a black trench coat and trousers, but a light gray sweater and slacks of the same color, and also a pair of sneakers on her feet, which softened her cold eyebrows and gave her a kind of homely tenderness.

If she hadn't decided to sketch early, and didn't want Yu Qingtang to feel that she had backtracked, she would have put the easel back and accompany her to breakfast first.

Yu Qingtang hummed in a low voice.

The two people, who were dressed differently from each other in the past, separated in the elevator on the first floor, and Cheng Zhanxi watched Yu Qingtang go out.

"See you tomorrow." Cheng Zhanxi adjusted the straps on his shoulders and waved at her with a smile on his face.

"See you tomorrow." Yu Qingtang politely watched the elevator door slowly close in front of him, and after a while, he lifted his foot and walked towards the building's exit.

Miss Xianyu at the front desk yawned halfway, took it back, restrained her expression, and smiled professionally: "Miss Yu, good morning."

Yu Qingtang seemed to have heard it but didn't. The lady at the front desk watched her approaching the door and remembered something, like a machine with too many processing procedures, she responded slowly and turned back: "Good morning."

The lady at the front desk: "..."

Miss Yu is in a trance because Miss Cheng is not with her? It's the weekend, and it's time for the little couple to be tired and crooked together.

It turned out that a "strong woman" like Miss Yu - in the eyes of the young lady at the front desk, the young people who still go out to work are definitely strong women - there is no doubt that she also has such ordinary troubles, the lady at the front desk suddenly felt that she and Yu Qingtang were invisible. Closed a lot of distance.

So she salted the fish again with peace of mind and waited for her colleagues to change shifts with her later.

The first parent-teacher meeting of Class 7 was generally very successful. Yu Qingtang made a complete outline, and the parents present also showed great respect for the teacher. There was a parent who wanted to give her a "gift" in private, but Yu Qingtang refused with a clear attitude, not giving the other party a chance to deal with it.

In addition to the parents of the students whose home was not in Sicheng who had reported in advance, there were also two parents of classmates who did not come. One of them was Xiang Tianyou. When the parent meeting was about to start in the morning, Yu Qingtang went to the corridor and gave a message to the parents group. Xiang Tianyou's mother made a phone call. Xiang Tianyou was surprised and said, "Did his father not go?"

Yu Qingtang said calmly, "No."

Xiang's mother immediately said: "I'm sorry teacher, maybe his father was too busy with work and forgot."

Yu Qingtang turned to ask her if she could come, and hesitantly said to her mother, "I don't have time now."

Yu Qingtang said: "Okay, let's talk on WeChat later?"

Xiang's mother hesitated for a moment, and said vaguely, "Tell him about it." She paused for a while, and said in a low voice, "He and his father, it's not convenient for me."

Yu Qingtang understood, and responded without any emotion: "Okay."

Xiang mother smiled stiffly, and asked as if remembering something, "Teacher, do you have his dad's phone number?"

Yu Qingtang: "Yes." All the students' profiles.

Yu Qingtang also clearly remembered that the "family status" column on the high school student enrollment information form that Xiang Tianyou filled out only included his father's information. But why his mother was added to the class group is unknown.

Xiang Mom: "Then I won't bother you anymore?"

Yu Qingtang: "Okay, you're busy."

Before hanging up with his mother, he asked casually, "Is Xiang Tianyou still obedient at school?"

Yu Qingtang's lips moved, and she didn't know how to answer, she was silent, and said, "Well."

Xiang's mother seemed to smile and said, "That's good. He used to be very good, and the teachers who taught him praised him, saying that he was diligent, hardworking and eager to learn..."

There was the girl's soft urging sound, and she shouted "Mom" in a milky voice. She stopped the topic in a hurry to her mother, picked up her little daughter, and said, "Teacher, I have something to do, I will talk to you next time when I have time. "

Then the phone disconnected.

next time? available?

If she hadn't taken the initiative to call her this time, I'm afraid she wouldn't have remembered to ask about her son's situation after this semester. Yu Qingtang held back the sarcastic arc of the corner of his mouth.

The divorce rate in contemporary society continues to rise, which means that more and more students come from divorced families. Xiang Tianyou is not an exception. For teenagers who are in the critical period of growth, the divorce of their parents will have a great impact on them. If parents still love their children, just giving this love separately can minimize the damage. The most fearful thing is that the parents Starting a family, having children, focusing on one's new home, and blaming each other, the original children seem to be superfluous, and they can't find where they belong, and their temperament changes drastically.

The last time Yu Qingtang called Xiangjia, the servant or nanny answered the phone. Yu Qingtang also heard her calling out "Mrs." over the phone, so Xiang's father must have remarried.

From the beginning of the school year to the present, the father that Xiang Tianyou filled in the information form has never appeared.

Yu Qingtang put away her phone, turned around and walked into the classroom.

The parents of the students gathered together, and the vacant position for the parents of Xiang Tianyou looked particularly conspicuous.

Yu Qingtang retracted his eyes without a trace, and opened the notebook in front of him.

...

The parents meeting ended. Some parents wanted to know more about their children’s situation at school, so they pulled Yu Qingtang to ask alone, feeling concerned; some parents were absent-minded and anxious, and immediately turned on the silent mobile phone after the end, and called one by one, busy They were too busy to say hello, and left in a hurry; some parents took the parent-teacher meeting as a social occasion, and hurriedly handed over business cards to introduce themselves and broaden their social network.

Human feelings, but that's it.

Grandpa and grandmother Fang Wenjiao often said, "There are no parents in the world", in Yu Qingtang's view, it is only because children can't choose their own parents. Their births were set from the beginning, and the world was not fair.

After sending all the parents away, several class committees restored the seats and cleaned the classroom. Li Lan straightened up and looked at Yu Qingtang, who was sitting above the podium, with an unusually calm expression, but her eyes were blank. She tilted her head, took a bottle of mineral water from the box in the corner, and walked to the podium.

There was an extra bottle of water on the podium table in front of Yu Qingtang. She turned her eyes and saw Li Lan and her beautiful mole on the tip of her nose.

This time, the parent meeting was Li Lan's father, who wore the glasses of a vice scholar and had a gentle and elegant temperament. Li Lan's mid-term exam was unsatisfactory this time, so Yu Qingtang didn't say it in court, but chatted with her father in private. His father was very open-minded and was not annoyed by her drop in grades. He also said that Li Lan had already talked to her parents. Yes, they all understand.

Compared to Xiang Tianyou, who was never cared about, Li Lan, who was held in the palms of his parents' hands, was a world of difference.

But these are her students.

We took classes together, took exams together, participated in sports games together, and won honors for the class together. Is it because Xiang Tianyou Tiansheng is worse than Li Lan? No, he just doesn't have parents like Li Lan. What he lacked since birth, I don't know how much time and energy it will take to catch up in the future. Maybe social achievements can be equal to Li Lan, but the lost life will never be returned.

Yu Qingtang understood Xiang Tianyou's mentality very well, and felt empathy. At the same time, she also deeply hated herself who could empathize with her.

Although he has been desperate for countless times, he still has expectations in his heart.

Li Lan: "Teacher, drink some water."

Yu Qingtang's voice was cold and clean: "Thank you."

Li Lan glanced at her with a hint of nervousness in her hesitant expression, and said, "It's almost time for lunch. We are going to have lunch together. Will Teacher Yu come with us?" She was referring to several class committee members who came to school in the morning.

The members of the class committee under the leadership of Li Lan are not only united, but also have excellent friendships. Li Lan is now a die-hard fan of Yu Qingtang. When preparing for the parent-teacher meeting, Yu Qingtang only said that he would ask a few students to help, and Li Lan arranged it in an instant. Posts, and the number of people is much larger than Yu Qingtang expected, doing things in an orderly manner. Once Li Lan, the squad leader, uses it well, Yu Qingtang will not be a little bit of peace of mind.

Yu Qingtang thought for a while and said, "Yes."

Li Lan smiled and gestured towards the classmates below with her hands behind her.

Several students looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.

Yu Qingtang said, "But..."

Her voice raised a little, except for Li Lan, everyone else heard it, and invariably cast their eyes and held their breath.

Under the anxious and expectant gazes of everyone, Yu Qingtang said the second half of the sentence and said lightly, "I'm here to treat you."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lian Yabing stood in the last row of the classroom, holding the broom handle in her hand, and asked loudly, "Mr. Yu, can I invite you to the banquet in the future?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Yes."

But after the class is assigned, it is unlikely that Lian Yabing, the representative of her math class, will be assigned to her class again. Now many people with familiar faces will leave. When the senior year graduation banquet, everyone will forget her, a teacher who only brought her first year of high school.

However, these words do not need to be said to the students.

Lian Yabing asked again: "Can I ask Teacher Cheng to come with you?"

Yu Qingtang was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicable. She swallowed the sentence "What does Teacher Cheng have to do with me?" and said lightly, "If Teacher Cheng wants to."

When Lian Yabing heard the words, she immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, revealing only a pair of eyes that were almost squinting from a smile, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.

Yu Qingtang: "???"

Today's students are really getting harder and harder to understand.

Everyone tidied up the classroom and prepared to go out for lunch together.

Li Lan was in charge of locking the door and walked last with Yu Qingtang.

Everyone in front was talking and laughing, but the back was relatively deserted. Li Lan walked silently with Yu Qingtang for a while, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Mr. Yu, can I invite you to my entrance banquet?"

Yu Qingtang returned the same answer with the same tone: "Yes."

Li Lan added: "I didn't say it casually, nor was it an impulse at the moment. I know that the second year of high school will be divided into classes, and I may be divided into other teachers' classes. We can only be teachers and students for one year. Even so, I still want to invite you, and I will definitely invite you, I hope you can come.”

Yu Qingtang's footsteps paused imperceptibly for half a second, and there were ripples in Rushui's eyes.

She tilted her head and glanced at Li Lan, and said softly, "Yeah."

Li Lan was a little embarrassed, and excused herself to tell others about something, she lowered her head and ran a few steps, merged into the group of classmates in front, and pretended to chat with her classmates for a while, and turned back to peek at Yu Qingtang, but she didn't walk steadily , collided with a classmate's foot and almost tripped.

Yu Qingtang couldn't help laughing, and the corners of her lips ticked upwards very slightly.

This meal was arranged by the students, and their preferences were naturally based on the students' preferences. Yu Qingtang didn't ask any questions during the whole process. Anyway, she wasn't picky eaters, she could eat whatever she wanted. In the end, she was in charge of the bill, and she could go home.

Half an hour later, Yu Qingtang, the person who sat in the hot pot restaurant, felt regretful, very regretful.

She went to a hot pot restaurant only a handful of times in her life, and after reaching the first middle school, she made an exception twice. First, Cheng Zhanxi invited her to eat hot pot, which was so spicy that she was sweating profusely. Then she invited students to eat hot pot. It was the type of people she hated most who fished their chopsticks around in the pot, talking and laughing loudly.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

When choosing the bottom of the pot, everyone respectfully handed over the choice to Yu Qingtang.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight pairs of eyes looked at her, one pair was bigger than the other, and the other was brighter than the other.

Yu Qingtang learned the lesson from the last time, and didn't care anymore, but said honestly, "I'm not very good at spicy food."

Li Lan decided: "Let's have some mandarin ducks, a mushroom pot bottom and a butter pot bottom. Mild or medium spicy?"

Some people say mild spicy, others say medium spicy, Li Lan said to the waiter: "Mild spicy is fine." And to the classmates, "If you want to eat spicy, make your own sauce, I don't know which one is the hottest, ask me, I guarantee you are spicy speechless."

Everyone: "Hahahaha."

Then there was the time for ordering. Yu Qingtang did not participate in the discussion, and asked to eat everything. The phone in her pocket vibrated.

Yu Qingtang leaned into the seat, took out his phone, and clicked on the notification bar when he got closer.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Is Teacher Yu's parent meeting over?

[Yu Qingtang]: It's over

[Cheng Zhanxi]: What to eat for lunch

Yu Qingtang sighed silently in her heart and lowered her head to type.

[Yu Qingtang]: Hot pot

[Cheng Zhanxi]:? ? ?

Xiufeng is not high, Cheng Zhanxi climbed to the top of the mountain this morning, not long after the sunrise, she found a quiet place with less people, set up her easel and tools, and planned to stay here for a whole day before going home.

Packed her homemade rice **** in her backpack for lunch.

When she saw the word "hot pot", the rice **** in her hands suddenly became fragrant, and immediately a strong sense of crisis hit her heart!

[Cheng Zhanxi]: with whom

Before she sent this sentence, she deleted the three exclamation points that followed.

[Yu Qingtang]: Student

Cheng Zhanxi laughed, leaned back on the tree trunk with his straight back, typed and asked: [What's the matter? 】

Yu Qingtang rested her fingertips on the virtual keyboard, hesitating between detailing the ins and outs and skipping the topic, choosing the former. Typing is much less stressful than speaking.

Yu Qingtang told how she was careless and accidentally got on the "pirate ship" of a hot pot restaurant.

After sending it, Yu Qingtang stared at the screen of the mobile phone, but "the other party is typing" never appeared on the top.

Yu Qingtang pursed her lips.

She had just locked the screen of her phone and was about to put it back in her pocket, but the phone vibrated in her palm.

Yu Qingtang opened it quickly.

Cheng Zhanxi sent her a picture.

Yu Qingtang opened it, and saw Cheng Zhanxi's fair and slender hand holding a glutinous rice ball, which could have caused people's index fingers to move, but the surface was covered with mud, and he felt regretful.

Cheng Zhanxi sent her an emoji package of [Program Cry.jpg].

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I was having dinner, but my hands shook and fell to the ground with laughter, woo woo woo

[Cheng Zhanxi]: You pay for you [Program rolls over and cry.gif]

Li Lan was sitting closest to Yu Qingtang when a light smile suddenly came from his ear.

The laughter of adult women and adolescent girls is very different. Li Lan thought she had heard it wrong, but she turned to look, but found that Yu Qingtang still had a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and she had not had time to hide it.

Yu Qingtang didn't know whether it was because she was forced to enter the hot pot restaurant, or Cheng Zhanxi, who couldn't even laugh at lunch, was even worse because she heard that she entered the hot pot restaurant. She couldn't help but laugh.

Li Lan was extraordinarily quiet, and her classmates followed her line of sight to look at Yu Qingtang, who was smiling, and their eyes widened.

Yu Qingtang raised her head from her phone, and her eight pairs of eyes stared at her.

"!!!" Yu Qingtang almost couldn't keep his calm expression.

She cleared her throat, and the curvature of the corners of her lips disappeared.

Yu Qingtang pretended to look around naturally a few times, and the classmates looked away.

Waiting for her to bow her head again, Cheng Zhanxi sent her several emojis of [Program Rolling Cry.gif], with a text message: [Mr. Yu, I'm about to roll from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain crying, you don't care take care of me? [Poor Baba]]

Yu Qingtang straightened her out: [En]

Cheng Zhanxi: [I'm going to be hungry at noon, I have to draw all afternoon, I'm hungry and tired [Life is not easy, Cheng Miao sighs.gif]]

Yu Qingtang looked at the little man Cheng Zhanxi in the form of animal ears, his heart suddenly warmed, and a strange feeling flowed through his heart.

This expression... I don't seem to have seen it before.

Yu Qingtang's throat moved slightly, and he took a sip from the glass on the table.

[Yu Qingtang]: Can't you come back earlier?

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I am alone when I come back, forget it

Yu Qingtang suppressed the "what if I were here" that naturally jumped into his mind and the following series of assumptions, and reorganized the language: [If you are really hungry, go back early, your health is important]

Pulling up a long list of chat messages, Yu Qingtang did not give her a chance to continue spreading, saying: [I want to eat]

Not long after Yu Qingtang put down the phone, the bottom of the pot was brought up.

The chunks of butter just put in the red soup melted slowly, and several fungi were floating on the white soup.

Li Lan came over with the oil dish and dried chili dish prepared with chopped green onion, minced garlic and sesame oil, put them down in front of the two female students, and asked Yu Qingtang, who had been sitting still in the seat, "What kind of sauce does Teacher Yu like? Spicy or not? Spicy, can I adjust it for you?"

Yu Qingtang stood up against the table and said, "I'll do it myself."

She went to the seasoning area, and several classmates in the class were there, giving each other Amway's own sauces, you spoon me a spoon, it was lively.

When they saw Yu Qingtang coming over, they all looked straight.

Yu Qingtang put it into the taste dish just as Cheng Zhanxi had prepared for her last time. A daring girl saw that she had picked up the spoon for the beef sauce, and brought the saucer to it and said, "Mr. Yu, can you have a spoon in the bowl for me too?"

Yu Qingtang looked up and saw that she was the life committee member of the seventh class.

She lowered her chin slightly, motioning her to step up a little further, and scooped a spoonful of beef sauce onto her plate.

Life Committee Member: "Thank you, Teacher Yu."

She bit her lower lip, with an expression that Yu Qingtang couldn't describe, her eyes were full of happiness, but she tried her best to keep her reserved and restrained face, she cleared her throat, and her mouth was wide open.

Yu Qingtang wanted to laugh a little, but held back, he prepared the sauce for himself, nodded to the students who were still there, and left.

The life committee waited for her to walk away, holding her saucer, and said with affectionate eyes: "This is the beef sauce that Teacher Yu gave me." She sighed, raised her head pompously, and said with emotion, "I am He Dehe. sure."

The art committee scoffed, "You're almost there, just rely on your thick skin."

The living committee said: "Mr. Yu likes thick skinned ones. Look at my beef sauce, do you have any? Hehehe."

She laughed too much, but she couldn't refute it. The art committee turned her face to look at Lian Yabing: "Representative of the math class, you and Teacher Yu are so close, why don't you let her give you some too?"

Lian Yabing immediately shook her head and said, "I don't deserve it."

Life Committee: "???"

The propaganda member who learned the inside story said: "Don't worry about her, she is crazy, and she sheds tears every day for a beautiful love."

other people:"???"

Lian Yabing blinked at everyone and said sincerely, "Don't you think that Teacher Yu and Teacher Cheng are a good match? One is sunny and cheerful, the other is abstinent and deserted."

Others: What the hell? ? ?

After a while they: Huh? It's really good. What's the matter?

After this talk, Lian Yabing successfully brought the idiom cp into the eyes of the students.

The dining atmosphere was different from what Yu Qingtang expected.

While waiting for the pot to open, Li Lan asked Yu Qingtang softly, "Mr. Yu can't eat spicy food at all or can you eat a little bit?"

"I can eat a little."

Li Lan put the public chopsticks in front of her. At this time, her classmates still didn't understand her "scheming".

The pot was opened. Considering the presence of the teacher, no one moved. Except for Li Lan, she put a whole plate of beef into the hot pot with public chopsticks. He dipped twice into the red soup, passed the chili base that stuck to the surface, and put it on Yu Qingtang's plate.

Yu Qingtang: "...Thank you."

Li Lan fished out two slices one after another, Yu Qingtang stopped her with his eyes, looked at the other students who were sitting, his thin lips moved, and he persuaded rustly, "Eat all of them, they will get old in a while."

Seven or eight pairs of chopsticks, walked around in the pot, and got them clean.

Li Lan placed another plate, and others were also placing beef and mutton slices, but there was only one pair of clean male chopsticks, and they were firmly in Li Lan's hands, so she was the only one who occupied the job of filling Yu Qingtang's meat. Everyone was embarrassed to use their own chopsticks in the face of Yu Qingtang, a kaolin flower that was so cold and difficult to approach.

The members of the class committee headed by the life committee all cast envious glances at Li Lan.

The waiter passed by, and the living committee raised his hand and said, "Hello, can you give us two more pairs of chopsticks?"

The waiter glanced at their table: "Okay, please wait."

The situation with the addition of two pairs of male chopsticks suddenly became very complicated.

Except for Lian Yabing, everyone else took turns to use public chopsticks to fish meat and vegetables for Yu Qingtang. Yu Qingtang was very happy to take them with a bowl, but he lowered his eyebrows and looked at her pitifully when he refused in a shallow voice.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

The temples jumped and throbbed, and Yu Qingtang seemed to see seven difficult Teacher Cheng at the same time.

No, it's more difficult than Cheng Zhanxi. Cheng Zhanxi is an adult. She refuses if she refuses. Make her angry. But the students in front of them were different. They would feel depressed because Yu Qingtang ate hers but not mine, and they would also be jealous of each other. Yu Qingtang had to treat them equally, let alone be angry with them.

Because all their behaviors like "fighting for favor" in front of her today stem from their liking for her and their mutual admiration.

Straightforward, unabashed love.

Because there is no sense of proportion, this love is particularly strong, so strong that she can't convince herself to ignore it.

Since she was a child, she has been able to deal with cold eyes calmly, and she does not care about everything. Only the simple and enthusiastic love of young people makes her feel at a loss.

The tightly closed shell in her heart was stubbornly lit by this light, as if a gap had been cracked open.

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small theater:

Yu Qingtang: My classmates and I are just pure teacher-student relationship, don't think about it

Cheng Zhanxi: What about me? What is your relationship with you?

Yu Qingtang: Drinking eight glasses of water every night and staying out of bed for three days and three nights (//▽//)