God Made Incompatibility

The air conditioner rumbled, and Meng Wanji was absentmindedly sorting out the materials for the new semester in her bedroom.

Half an hour later, her ears caught the sound of the dormitory security door closing. Unconsciously, she stopped, ready to listen to the footsteps of Sheng Jinshu returning to the room and the sound of the door closing.

Unexpectedly, what she heard was the sound of approaching footsteps, and then, there was a knock on the door.

Sheng Jinshu knocked on her door.

Meng Wanji's heartbeat involuntarily increased rapidly. She clenched her fingers and answered the door with a calm expression on her face.

Sheng Jinshu leaned against her door, and when she saw the door opened, she stood up straight, raised her hand and shook the plastic bag in her hand to Meng Wanji, smiling: "Mr. Meng eat watermelon? My friend just now It's a foreign variety, without seeds, she said it's pretty sweet."

Meng Wanji didn't expect that Sheng Jinshu had knocked on her door to say this. She was stunned for a while, and her tough attitude could not be sustained.

"No, thank you." Her tone softened.

Sheng Jinshu didn't force it, but continued: "I just saw Mr. Meng, you're back downstairs in the dormitory, and I wanted to say hello to you and introduce my friend to you, but I didn't expect you to just leave. in."

There seemed to be a bit of grievance and doubt in her tone, her attitude was generous, not embarrassed at all, and the embarrassment became Meng Wanji.

Meng Wanji froze, forced a natural reply: "I'm a little distracted, I didn't see it."

Sheng Jinshu's smile deepened obviously, and she said, "Is that so? I guess that's what my friends and I said too. How could our teacher Meng be such a rude person?"

Meng Wanji: "..."

Is this innuendo?

She frowned and looked into Sheng Jinshu's eyes, Sheng Jinshu did not hide it, let her watch, peach blossom's eyes were full of jokes that had never been seen before, "Mr. Meng, let's eat some, it's iced, it's very sweet, summer. Most suitable."

"It's possible to reduce fire." She bit the word "fire down" with a deep meaning.

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Meng Wanji's reaction, she hung the bag on the door handle, turned around Shi Shiran and went back to the room.

Meng Wanji looked at her back and bit her lower lip, a little angry and a little funny. Careless. How could she feel that Sheng Jinshu had changed. This arrogant arrogance clearly has not changed at all.

She looked down at the watermelon on the doorknob for a while, but it was neither collected nor thrown. Finally, she untied it and put it in the shared refrigerator in the kitchen. She tore off a post-it note, without any unnecessary nonsense, wrote the word "watermelon", drew an arrow, and stuck it on the refrigerator door.

Until the official start of school on August 31st, this post-it note is still stuck on the refrigerator door, and the watermelon is still in the refrigerator. It shouldn't be an illusion, Meng Wanji felt the atmosphere between her and Sheng Jinshu, as if she had also entered the refrigerated area.

Sheng Jinshu would still smile brightly at her in the inevitable encounters in the dormitory, and talk to her on a matter-of-fact basis in the work that is necessary for the school, but that's all there is to it, and there will be no more unnecessary conversations.

As it should be. This is better. Meng Wanji warned herself not to care.

On September 1, the school officially opened. Meng Wanji was still a Chinese teacher in Class 5 and Class 6, who had been promoted to the second year of high school. She also served as the head teacher of Class 5. Sheng Jinshu took her class and took over the teacher who took maternity leave. English teacher in class six.

In the first two classes of the new semester, the two corresponded. During the first period of Meng Wanji's Chinese class in class 5, Sheng Jinshu was in English class in class 6.

I don’t know if it’s just after the holiday, everyone still hasn’t calmed down, and since they met a new teacher, the entire first class of Class 6 was noisy. Meng Wanji was separated by a wall, and from time to time, she could hear the students laughing loudly. The students in the fifth class were also distracted, and one by one stretched their ears to hear what the next class was laughing at.

Meng Wanji thought that Sheng Jinshu's first class would inevitably arouse the atmosphere, so she endured without saying anything.

It's just that she can have no opinion, but other teachers may not. After the first get out of class, she went back to the office to pick up water. As soon as she approached the office, she heard the math teacher in the first four classes of the water dispenser chatting with another teacher: "The new teacher Xiaosheng, young people are different, really. It's so good at making the atmosphere, and the laughter didn't stop throughout the class. I saw the students in my class, and they didn't know where their minds flew. "

Another teacher said helplessly: "I asked the students to close the front and rear doors."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and there was no compliment in their eyes.

Meng Wanji's eyes sank, and she entered the door to get the water, pretending she didn't hear anything.

In the second class, Meng Wanji was in class six, and Sheng Jinshu was in class five. Just like the first class, Sheng Jinshu's English class is still full of laughter, and the free sports class may not dare to be so noisy.

Meng Wanji was explaining the final exam papers of the previous semester. When she was interrupted for the third time by the hilarious laughter of the next class, she asked the students sitting at the first table to go to the next class to remind Teacher Sheng if she could be a little quieter.

She was worried that the teachers in other classes would have opinions on Sheng Jinshu, and she was also worried that Sheng Jinshu had no experience, and that the first class left the impression of being too relaxed and too talkative, and she would be unable to control the students later.

Unexpectedly, the student she sent out to remind her just returned, and the next class seemed to have really stopped. She was about to relax, and the fifth class burst into laughter.

Below, there are students looking out the window and looking at her, snickering with schadenfreude.

Meng Wanji had the urge to grind her back molars, but Gu Nian didn't want to write Sheng Jin's paper too much in front of the students, she still held back her breath, squeezed the paper in her hand, and said as if nothing happened: "Okay, let's fill in the blanks with the following literary common sense."

Fortunately, after this burst of laughter, Sheng Jinshu still calmed down, and the fifth class was no longer so noisy.

Meng Wanji's eyebrows stretched out unconsciously.

After the second get out of class is the big class break. The opening ceremony of the new semester will be held. All teachers and students must be present. Meng Wanji and other teachers in the office walked slowly from the office building to the playground, and just descended the stairs. , I saw Sheng Jinshu shouting and hugging from a distance, surrounded by several students.

Other teachers saw it and joked, "This little Sheng is very popular."

Another teacher said, "Of course that person is pretty different."

The other teachers laughed and laughed.

Meng Wanji frowned in her heart, hoping that Sheng Jinshu wouldn't fall for this matter in the future.

Teachers who are too young always have a poor grasp of the distance between them and their students. But she couldn't give a standard answer to this matter. Every teacher had his own teaching style, and her method was not necessarily suitable for Sheng Jinshu.

Throughout the opening ceremony, two people stood behind the teams of Classes 5 and 6, with a math teacher in between, without saying a word, not even making eye contact.

Sheng Jin Shumu stared at the podium without squinting.

Meng Wanji also restrained the movement of turning his neck to the right and kept moving forward. She didn't know if it was new hatred and old hatred that made Sheng Jinshu not want to maintain even the surface courtesy.

After the opening ceremony, there is still a little time before class. Sheng Jinshu was called away by the leader of the lesson preparation team, and Song Yuxiang, the representative of the Chinese class of Class 5, came to the office with the summer Chinese homework of Class 5.

Meng Wanji asked her a few words about her homework, and pretended to inadvertently asked Song Yuxiang about Sheng Jinshu's class.

"Is everyone still getting used to the new English teacher?"

Song Yuxiang is a lively and outgoing girl. Even though many people are afraid of Meng Wanji's seriousness, she is still very close to Meng Wanji. She returned to Meng Wanji in a relaxed manner: "It's quite adaptable, everyone likes Teacher Sheng very much, and the atmosphere of the first class just now was very warm. As soon as Teacher Sheng came in, she introduced herself in English, with a particularly authentic accent, and all of a sudden It stunned everyone."

Everyone has a strong mentality, and it is not a bad thing to properly establish the image of a teacher with excellent professional skills. Meng Wanji nodded and revealed, "Mr. Sheng has been abroad before and is really good at speaking. You can ask her for more advice."

Song Yuxiang nodded, unable to hold back the chatter: "Also, Teacher Sheng seems to be very good in Chinese. She pronounced the names of our Ban Liyun and Zhou Xun correctly every time, and explained the meaning of these two words."

Among all the subject teachers, only Sheng Jinshu and Meng Wanji were able to read it right the first time.

Meng Wanji curved her lips very shallowly. She didn't respond to this sentence. She just lifted the thermos and took a sip of water, and asked, "What are you laughing at all the time in class?"

When Song Yuxiang heard this, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Meng Wanji asked with her eyes.

Song Yuxiang first asked for the gold medal to avoid death: "I told you, teacher, don't be angry."

Meng Wanji rubbed the body of the thermos cup and nodded lightly.

Song Yuxiang said: "Teacher, didn't you ask Bi Qing to come over and remind us to be quiet? Teacher Sheng joked that you made her a little stressed, and then asked us how to spell the English word for stress. We said it was 'stressed', Sheng. The teacher asked us what was upside down, and we wrote it down and said it was 'desserts', which means dessert." She stopped and looked at Meng Wanji's expression.

Meng Wanji took another saliva as if nothing had happened, and motioned her to continue with her eyes.

Song Yuxiang boldly continued: "Mr. Sheng sighed and said, 'Hey, desserts are sweet, so from another angle, it's the pressure of sweetness, let's just listen to Little Sweetness', everyone immediately I couldn't stop laughing."

She didn't say, Meng Wanji could also guess what her code name in the students' mouths would become from now on.

She choked in her throat with a sip of water, covered her mouth, and her face flushed with a suffocating cough.

The teachers in the whole office who heard the conversation laughed out loud. Sweetie? This nickname is too contrasting with Meng Wanji.

Meng Wanji not only blushed, but even her ears turned red.