God Made Incompatibility

The rain was falling, and Meng Wanji frowned, waking up under the action of the biological clock. The sky outside the window was gray, and it was the rare rain after summer. She tilted her head and took her watch to check the time. She sat up with her elbows bent, a dull pain slowly spreading from her wrists and her abdomen.

The wrists that had been rubbed with medicinal wine still showed bruises; Nanyang Cai didn't know if it was inappropriate for the stomach, and the stomach had not been very comfortable since before going to bed last night.

It's not hard, and it's not hard to bear.

She got out of bed as if nothing was wrong, changed her clothes step by step and went out of the bedroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Once again, she met Sheng Jinshu who just opened the door.

Sheng Jinshu pulled her hair back and wore a pair of beige overalls that she had never seen before. She was clean and neat, and her usual soft eyebrows and eyes were a little sharper.

With hindsight, Meng Wanji remembered that Sheng Jinshu had an early supervisor repair this morning. Looking at each other, Sheng Jinshu still gave her some dignity, and said lightly, "You go first."

I can't find the shadow of always inviting her with enthusiasm a few days ago.

Meng Wanji's throat moved, but before she could answer, Sheng Jinshu returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

Meng Wanji looked at the closed door, pursed her lips, lowered her eyelids, and stepped into the bathroom as usual to do what she was supposed to do.

Rainy days really affect the mood. She didn't turn on the lights, listened to the sound of rain and squeezed toothpaste, and was distracted for several seconds.

Unexpectedly, this is just the beginning of a rainy day.

As soon as she entered the school in the morning, the head teacher of Class 8 approached her and complained, saying that the two classes' contract areas were adjacent and the boundaries were unclear. ,it's nothing. But in the past two days, the students approached her and complained, saying that the people in the fifth class who were in the contract area didn't do well at all, and they always swept the garbage directly to their class's place and took it seriously. The students observed it for two days and found that it was like this every day and could not bear it any longer.

Meng Wanji had no choice but to seek out the students who had been doing hygiene for the past two days to find out the situation.

The students refused to accept the account at first, but after being asked in a hurry, they said that it was Class 8 who did this first, and they were so angry that they fought back.

The head teacher of Class 8 immediately grimaced, and called out all the students who had been sanitation in their class a few days ago, and the two classes confronted each other.

In the end, everyone has their own reasons, and everyone is wronged. Meng Wanji and the head teacher of the eighth class are one of the top two. There is no way to take them. Let them go back.

The two sighed with emotion. Meng Wanji just took the thermos cup to the water dispenser to pick up water, thinking that the last day before the National Day holiday could be spent quietly, but not long after class, the math teacher He Xiaowen burst into anger from class 5. I went back to the office, slammed loudly, I couldn't take this class.

Meng Wanji remembered the class schedule for Class 5 and knew that she was from Class 5, so she hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

He Xiaowen's anger still remained, and the corners of her eyes were reddening and she complained, "Song Yuxiang didn't take me seriously at all."

She said that Song Yuxiang was reading comics in her class, but she was caught on the spot, but she refused to admit it, insisted on reasoning, and asked her to have the ability to check the surveillance, without giving her any respect. She asked Meng Wanji to contact Song Yuxiang's parents immediately. Song Yuxiang asked her parents to apologize if she didn't apologize. If she doesn't apologize, Song Yuxiang will not enter her class again.

Meng Wanji was stunned. Song Yuxiang has been her class representative for more than a year. She knows a little bit about her. In her impression, she is not such a student. She met her parents once at the parent-teacher meeting. They seemed to be a strict family with strict family education, so I don't know if it was because of this. No matter how lively and outgoing Song Yuxiang was after class, he always followed the rules in terms of discipline.

Afraid of secret feelings, she comforted He Xiaowen, sent He Xiaowen to class 5 in person, gave her enough steps to continue the class first, and then called Song Yuxiang out and took him to the monitoring room. Before reaching the monitoring room, Song Yuxiang admitted it himself: "Teacher, don't go, I did read comics in math class."

Meng Wanji was a little disappointed, and asked her why she didn't admit it in class and contradicted He Xiaowen, but Song Yuxiang refused to say any more.

Meng Wanji didn't like to invite her parents whenever she had something to do, but she was even more afraid that Song Yuxiang would end badly if the incident happened to her parents. She wanted to protect her, wanted to give her a chance, and turned the big things into small ones, but no matter how she comforted and guided her, the girl would not reveal the reason, nor did she agree to apologize.

Looking at the girl's stubborn face, she felt powerless and frustrated for a while. She has never been good at communication and reconciliation, and teaching is not a profession she chose. Every time she deals with this kind of thing, she is in a trance, what is she doing, is it really right?

She can do her job and fulfill her responsibilities. In any case, she can only do her best with energy.

Finally, this day of scrambling and arguing is finally over. Meng Wanji didn't realize it until she returned to the dormitory. All day, except for the sentence "You go first" at the door of the bedroom, Sheng Jinshu didn't say a word. Never spoke to her again.

This is not the result she wants, which is good. She comforted herself.

It was getting late, but not a single light was turned on in the dormitory. Only a little light was shining under the crack of the bathroom door, and there was a faint sound of water. Meng Wanji guessed that Sheng Jinshu should be taking a shower.

She dealt with Song Yuxiang's affairs all day, and she didn't have time to eat dinner. Although her stomach has been distended since the morning and she has no appetite at all, her regular living habits still made her open the refrigerator, take quick-frozen dumplings, and boil the water a little.

"Puff puff," the water boiled and the dumplings were cooked. She scooped out the dumplings and prepared to wash the pot. Put the pot on the sink, turn on the faucet, and after a thin burst of water flows, the faucet can't come out even a drop of water.

Meng Wanji was stunned.

Has the water stopped?

She took her mobile phone and opened WeChat, only to see that everyone in the message group had been asking if the water was cut off two minutes ago.

Meng Wanji was forced to put the pot aside first, and went back to the table to eat dumplings. Suddenly, she remembered something, put down her chopsticks and walked to the kitchen door.

On the opposite side is the bathroom, and there is really no sound of water inside.

As long as she stood at the door of the kitchen, the bathroom was quiet for a long time.

Meng Wanji thought that Sheng Jinshu was probably trapped halfway through the wash.

In the summer, there is no electric fan and no air conditioner in the bathroom. Meng Wanji thinks about it if she is standing inside with a sticky body, bubbles, and shower gel. The whole person will start to feel uncomfortable.

There won't be water for a while. Does she have to wait inside? Meng Wanji was suspicious.

It was too hard to see, Meng Wanji bit her lip, went to the balcony and moved the spare two buckets of water to the bathroom door, knocked on the door, and said, "The water is out, I put the bottled water at the door, there are You can do it yourself if you want."

The bathroom was quiet, and Sheng Jinshu didn't speak.

Meng Wanji stopped, no more words, and turned back to the kitchen to eat dumplings.

The dumplings had been out for too long, and they were cold and hard. Meng Wanji didn't want to eat the second after taking one bite.

Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door open with a creak, followed by the sound of a rustling bucket being dragged.

Meng Wanji bit the dumplings, her brows and eyes widened, and she ate a lot of dumplings unconsciously.

At four o'clock in the morning, Sheng Jinshu was awakened by the sound of the bathroom door being repeatedly opened and closed and the toilet being flushed repeatedly. Originally, I packed my bags and slept late, set the alarm for 5:30, thinking that it would be better to catch the plane in time, but now I was woken up, and Sheng Jinshu was restless.

She frowned and got out of bed, wanting to go out and ask Meng Wanji what she was doing in the middle of the night. Even if there is an earlier flight than her and you have to get up early to pack up, you can be lighter on your hands and feet.

She opened the door and was about to ask the teacher to ask her guilt, but when she looked up, she saw Meng Wanji squatting beside the toilet, hunched over her back and clutching her stomach, in the half-open crack of the door, which seemed extremely uncomfortable.

What's up with her? Sheng Jinshu's anger dissipated without a trace, and the whole person woke up.

She subconsciously wanted to step forward to care, and suddenly the cold eyebrows and cold words and cold words that Meng Wanji had when he questioned her last night suddenly appeared in her mind, and her footsteps were hesitant again.

Does it matter? I really can't go through it.

Forget it, just look at the face of her sending the water out at night.

She knocked on the door and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

Meng Wanji was so uncomfortable that she didn't hear Sheng Jinshu's door opening at all. She turned her back to her and froze for a moment before replying in a low voice, "I have an upset stomach."

"Did I disturb you? I'm sorry." The voice was a weak voice that Sheng Jinshu had never heard before.

Sheng Jinshu's heart suddenly twitched.

Meng Wanji is not short, but curled up like this, it turns out that he is just a thin ball. Without any hesitation, she pushed the door and went in.

"Are you okay?" she asked, leaning over her shoulder.

Meng Wanji finally looked up at her.

Her expression was still calm, but her face was as white as paper, the tip of her nose was covered in fine sweat, and her eyes were a little red. "It's okay." She replied.

Sheng Jinshu knew at a glance that she was trying to be brave.

She reached out to touch Meng Wanji's forehead, frowned and said, "You have a fever. How long have you been vomiting, and have you had diarrhea?"

Meng Wanji avoided her hand, and just as she was about to speak, her stomach was overturned again. She wanted to vomit, but she didn't want to vomit in front of Sheng Jin's writing.

Too embarrassed, she didn't want Sheng Jinshu to see her like this.

She resisted the pain and vomit, and urged Sheng Jinshu: "I'm fine, you go to sleep."

His fingertips on the toilet tank were all bluish white.

Sheng Jinshu raised his brows into a hill and asked, "Where is the medicine box in the dormitory, I'll go get you medicine."

Meng Wanji insisted: "No need, go to sleep."

Sheng Jinshu suddenly reacted: "Did you not prepare a medicine box in the dormitory?"

Meng Wanji didn't speak.

After a few seconds, she repeated: "I'll be fine in a while, you go to rest. I'm sorry, it affected you."

Sheng Jinshu saw that she always looked like she was refusing people thousands of miles away, and suddenly her heart couldn't contain her fire. She rubbed her back molars, took a deep breath, turned and left neatly, closing the door.

Meng Wanji vomited on the toilet in the next second, but she couldn't vomit anything but bile.

She rested her head on her arm with relief, and her heart was silent.

Don't go back to the room, and don't flush again until you stop vomiting, she thought calmly.

There was a "click", and the sound similar to the door opening and closing sounded again in the silence.

Meng Wanji turned around and heard it, Sheng Jinshu couldn't hear the emotion and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Her heart trembled and she wanted to refuse, but when her eyes touched the clothes she had already changed and the tenderness in her eyes, she suddenly forgot what she said.