God Made Incompatibility

The night was boundless, and the cicadas and frogs chirped one after another downstairs. Meng Wanji did not sleep peacefully.

After a long absence, she dreamed of Sheng Jinshu again.

She dreamed that on a cold winter night, among the dim shadows of trees beside the high school teaching building, Sheng Jinshu was wearing a changed blue and white school uniform, leaning on the tree trunk, bowing his head, and smoking a cigarette in silence. Between heaven and earth, it seemed that there were only the two of them left. She wanted to approach her uncontrollably, but the scene suddenly changed, and she came to the window she had passed by hundreds of times. In the orange sunset light of midsummer, Sheng Jinshu was lying on the desk, sound asleep. When she fell asleep, there was no rebelliousness and gloom between her brows when she woke up, but she was unexpectedly harmless and innocent. Meng Wanji stretched out her hand as if enchanted, trying to touch her picturesque eyebrows through the glass, but the scene changed again. Her hand, without touching the glass, pressed the back of Sheng Jinshu's hand on the mirror. In the steamy bathroom, Sheng Jinshu was trapped by her between the mirror and herself. She turned around and smiled at her, which was confusing.

She leaned closer to her, and the breath from the tip of her nose was burning like fire.

Meng Wanji woke up with a start.

The sky was bright outside the window, and the birds were chirping. Meng Wanji stared at the ceiling with a splitting headache. She lay motionless for a few minutes, as if nothing had happened, she got out of bed and took out the sportswear, ready to go out for a morning run after washing up as usual.

Unexpectedly, she came out of the bathroom after grooming and found that Sheng Jinshu had also woken up.

She hadn't changed her clothes yet, still wearing the silk suspender nightdress, facing the morning light, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, holding a bone china cup in her hand, as if in a trance.

Sexy and elegant.

Hearing the footsteps, she turned her head to look at Meng Wanji. She didn't have any grudge against the three chapters of last night's appointment. She bent her lips slightly: "Mr. Meng, it's so early."

Meng Wanji felt a little uncomfortable when she saw the protagonist of a ridiculous night's dream. She resisted the urge to turn her eyes away, nodded, and responded to her greeting: "Mr. Sheng is not too late."

Sheng Jinshu sighed helplessly, walked to the sofa and sat down, and said, "I have to invigilate the exam at eight in the morning."

Meng Wanji saw that she was holding a slender stirring spoon with her long two fingers, and on the end of her fingers, the well-designed manicure was shining brightly.

She remembered something serious: "Mr. Sheng."

"Huh?" Sheng Jinshu turned slightly, and the shoulder straps of the suspender skirt slipped slightly with her movements.

Meng Wanji said what she should say: "Our school does not allow teachers to do manicures, but it is best not to do too exaggerated manicures."

Sheng Jinshu was slightly surprised, frowning, and seemed a little puzzled.

Meng Wanji said with enthusiasm: "It's not impossible to dress cool in the hot summer, but you still need to pay attention to the scale and impact."

Sheng Jinshu seemed to be even more confused.

"Scale?" She repeated it with great interest, withdrew her hand holding the spoon, turned around to look at Meng Wanji, and asked as if jokingly and seriously, "Mr. Meng teaches discipline. ?"

She was really different from when she was in high school, she seemed to be able to say anything in such a smiling tone that Meng Wanji couldn't tell whether she was already unhappy.

She returned to Sheng Jinshu: "No."

It was Huang Hongsheng who sent her WeChat to ask her last night.

He said that it's not impossible for teachers to dress up, but in the face of a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children who are just beginning to fall in love and in puberty, they still need to pay attention to the impact. He was worried that according to Sheng Jinshu's dress style, she could report in a deep V shirt today, invigilate tomorrow in a short skirt that opens to the bottom of her legs, and maybe go to class with a big red wave the day after tomorrow.

Meng Wanji didn't think it was impossible.

So Huang Hongsheng said that it was inconvenient for him, a big man, to talk about this with Sheng Jinshu, and it was like harassment if he was not careful. She and Sheng Jinshu are both women, so they can communicate better.

Meng Wanji had to respond.

Sheng Jinshu listened to her answer, and the smile in his eyes became even bigger. She lightly clasped the armrest of the sofa with her long fingers, looked at Meng Wanji from top to bottom with her undisguised eyes, and asked kindly, "I just joined the job, and I don't know what Ning Wai's teacher dress code is. , Teacher Meng teach me?"

If it wasn't for the obvious banter on her lips, Meng Wanji might have believed that she was really just asking for advice.

"It's fine to be generous and decent." She replied without hesitation.

Sheng Jinshu smiled vaguely.

This time it was a mockery, and Meng Wanji heard it.

She nodded slightly to Sheng Jinshu, said goodbye, and turned around to the entrance without caring.

It's not the first time someone has questioned her overly formal outfit, and she's never taken it to heart. But Sheng Jinshu's sneer, like an echoing conch, always lingered in her ears. After running around the school all the time, she found that she still cared.

She cared about the gaze that Sheng Jinshu was looking at her.

Meng Wanji's footsteps gradually stopped.

She took out a piece of paper, spread it on the edge of the flower bed, sat down, and stared at the round of morning sun that Sheng Jinshu had just seen.

Maybe she can...

The phone suddenly vibrated. Meng Wanji opened it to check, and it was a greeting message from a blind date introduced to her by her father Meng Shipei's friend, Uncle Shen.

This man, since adding WeChat, they have only talked once and met once, and then Meng Wanji told him the next day that they were not suitable, and they didn't need to waste each other's time. But he couldn't understand the words. He always believed that feelings could be cultivated, and he didn't have to make a conclusion so quickly. Even if Meng Wanji never got back to him, he kept saying good morning and evening to himself every day.

Meng Wanji's shaky mood instantly calmed down.

She deleted the other party expressionlessly, then stood up, wearing perfectly straight trousers and short-sleeved sportswear, turned her back to Chaoyang, and walked away.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Ningwai held the regular head teacher meeting before the new semester. The vice-principal Huang Hongsheng, who presided over the meeting, had not arrived yet. The head teachers who arrived first sat around the conference table, gossiping.

Chen Xiaojing, the head teacher of Class 6, sat next to Meng Wanji, and approached Meng Wanji to inquire about the news: "I heard that Lao Huang found you a roommate?"

Meng Wanji responded, "Yes."

Chen Xiaojing's gossip: "In the afternoon, I saw that the class in my class had spread all over, saying that the invigilator in the morning was a new teacher surnamed Sheng. They were all distracted by the exam, and they wanted to look up at her when they wrote two words, isn't it so exaggerated?"

An unconscious smile appeared in Meng Wanji's eyes: "It's pretty."

Chen Xiaojing looked around, got closer, and asked in a low voice, "I heard that you came in through the back door of Yuan School. The lesson plan was written in a mess during the interview. What's the situation?"

Although Meng Wanji also had a question mark about Sheng Jinshu's teaching ability, she felt uncomfortable for no reason when she heard others speculate about her.

She calmed down a bit, and replied impartially: "Yuan Xiao is a fair person and will choose to hire her. She probably has something special."

Chen Xiaojing was not convinced, she opened her mouth and wanted to say something else, but inadvertently found that Meng Wanji's expression was much lighter, thinking of another layer of her identity that few people knew, she was more scruples, and quickly put away the conversation.

"Yes, I think so too." She echoed insincerely.

Meng Wanji felt a little more comfortable. Although the words were for others to hear, inexplicably, she seemed to have a little expectation in her heart that she didn't want to admit.

She deliberately stayed after the meeting, stopped Huang Hongsheng, and asked him for an answer.

Huang Hongsheng gave a lecture for more than half an hour, his mouth was dry, and he was bending over to make tea in front of the water dispenser while replying: "Although Xiaosheng was hired by exception, she still has the ability, but she lacks practical teaching experience. It's inevitable to start rusty."

Meng Wanji was worried: "Does she have a teacher's qualification certificate?"

Huang Hongsheng took the water, straightened his waist to look at her, and said with a smile: "Yes, our school is still very formal. Meng Dong and the parents hand over the students to us. We are responsible and will not mess around."

Meng Wanji explained: "I didn't mean that."

Huang Hongsheng didn't care, and joked: "Then you think that Teacher Sheng doesn't look like he can be a teacher?"

Meng Wanji was exposed and did not deny it.

Huang Hongsheng's eyes narrowed and he said bluntly: "Then you underestimate Xiaosheng." He blew away the floating leaves on the water surface of the thermos cup, took a sip of water, and then said: "Xiaosheng is H The big one, who majored in road and bridge major in university, went to G country for further study after graduation, and came back with a doctorate. "H university is known to laymen, and it is a top-level school for road and bridge majors.

Meng Wanji was stunned.

how come?

After the college entrance examination that year, the school released a red list. For the first time, she used the identity of the school director's daughter to ask for a list of whereabouts of Ningwai high school graduates from the secretary of the school.

She rummaged through the list and couldn't find Sheng Jinshu's name, so it shouldn't be a surprise, but she turned it over and over again, and finally gave up her belief that Sheng Jinshu really didn't go to college.

But Huang Hongsheng now says that she graduated from H University?

Huang Hongsheng sighed with emotion: "Are you surprised? To be honest, I'm also surprised." You must know that Sheng Jinshu was famous at Ningwai back then, and it made all teachers feel sorry for the headache.

Meng Wanji didn't pick up, she hadn't recovered from the shock.

She couldn't think of Sheng Jinshu wearing a safety helmet walking around the dusty scene, couldn't think of how hard Sheng Jinshu would have to work to get admitted to H University, and she couldn't understand, she studied Luqiao so hard, why now It's not appropriate to leave a good engineer behind and run all the way back to Ningwai to be this high school teacher?

Copingly, she chatted with Huang Hongsheng for a few more words, exited the office, and walked all the way to the dormitory building absentmindedly. The sun in the midsummer evening was still scorching, she was holding the sun umbrella, but she didn't remember to open it at all.

After walking around a corner and approaching the dormitory building, she stopped involuntarily.

In front of the dormitory building not far ahead, under the withered street tree, stood two women who shared an umbrella and spoke face to face. It was Sheng Jinshu and the woman he met in the bar that day.

The woman changed her style today, wearing a knee-length dress with long legs and slender waist, dignified and gentle, and was reaching out to hand something to Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu took it with a smile, a good mood that could not evaporate even in the heat.

Meng Wanji's heart suddenly fell silent.

Maybe, for her?

She lowered her eyelashes, raised her steps again, and walked past them as if she hadn't seen them, and walked into the dormitory building.