God Made Incompatibility

There are many people in the school, and right and wrong spread the fastest. In less than a morning, the newly arrived English teacher Sheng Jinshu gave Meng Wanji a nickname in public because she was dissatisfied with Meng Wanji's warning. Wan Ji was embarrassed and helpless.

I don't know what Sheng Jinshu would think if he knew about it.

After class in the evening, she and several teachers ate in the staff cafeteria, but she still hadn't seen Sheng Jinshu. Sheng Jinshu doesn't seem to have the habit of eating in the cafeteria in the evening. In the past few days since he came to report, Meng Wanji has never met Sheng Jinshu in the cafeteria in the evening, or even before 9:30.

Last night, I was sitting at my desk preparing for class, and I raised my head inadvertently, and just happened to see Sheng Jinshu getting off a certain flamboyantly painted coupe, with several windy sports cars parked behind him, saying goodbye to her in a lively way.

Meng Wanji guessed that she should have a wide range of friends and have a very exciting nightlife.

So after eating, she prepared that the dormitory would be empty as usual, but she didn't expect to open the door, but at a glance she saw Sheng Jinshu sitting cross-legged in the open space of the living room unpacking.

She changed into sleeveless and shorts, facing the door, frowning slightly, as if she was doing a million-dollar project.

She didn't seem to have expected Meng Wanji to come back at this time, she turned her head when she heard the sound, and was stunned for a while, then she didn't remember making fun of Meng Wanji in English class in the morning, and greeted with her lips hooked: "Meng Wanji Teacher, have you eaten?"

Meng Wanji closed the door and said "um".

Sheng Jinshu gestured to the pile of packages on the ground with his eyes, and explained: "The courier is a little dirty, so I didn't take it back to the bedroom. I'll clean up the garbage and the floor after the dismantling."

Meng Wanji made another "hmm", her gaze unconsciously stuck on the partially dismantled package.

Piece by piece, kind of like a cushion?

Sheng Jinshu found her attention: "It's the sound-absorbing cotton I bought online, which is used for sound insulation." After a pause, she took the initiative to explain: "I will take some online dubbing jobs in my spare time, and these materials can be used to build a simple recording. environment to ensure dry sound quality.”

Internet dubbing? Meng Wanji was surprised.

Sheng Jinshu asked: "Do you know the network distribution?"

Meng Wanji replied: "A little bit." She didn't know much about the second dimension, but because her roommate in college was a loyal fan of radio dramas, she also knew a little bit.

Sheng Jinshu was relieved and didn't explain much, but just stated: "I will try to choose to record during the day when you are not there. If there is an occasional urgent sound, I have to record it at night. If it disturbs you, you can remind me."

Meng Wanji didn't expect Sheng Jinshu to explain this to her so solemnly, and she didn't know how to react for a while. She nodded and said "yes", paused, then added "it's okay".

Sheng Jinshu smiled and said nothing more.

Meng Wanji lowered her head to change her shoes and went back to her room.

As soon as the door was closed, the small movement outside the living room was almost inaudible, and the bedroom was quiet, but Meng Wanji's heart was not at all calm.

She reacted with hindsight, so the moans she heard when she went back to the dormitory that afternoon might actually be... Was it just Sheng Jinshu recording the work?

Once this kind of thought arises, it is like a huge wave, and it cannot be calmed down again.

After all, judging from the co-living in the past few days, Sheng Jinshu is still a very measured person in terms of living habits - the kitchen and bathroom are always cleaned up after use, and the time to come back is always late, but the sound of closing the door is always loud. Qing, and late at night, never made any noise to affect her.

She faintly had some misunderstandings and regrets for neglecting Sheng Jinshu.

Looking at the window, she remembered the woman she saw downstairs in the dormitory a few days ago, and the various romantic characters she saw in the night last night, and her reason was reminding her again: Forget it, it was time to stay away. people. Since the beginning is already like this, it is wrong to be wrong.

What's more, it is an indisputable fact that Sheng Jinshu committed murder and interfered in other people's feelings.

The three views should not follow the five senses.

She clutched a fashion button at her neckline, convincing herself not to think about it any further.

*

Another week has passed in such a lukewarm manner, and Teachers' Day is approaching. Since the 10th is a Saturday, the students spontaneously organized a holiday for the teachers of various subjects on Friday.

Ningwai is one of the best private high schools in Ningcheng. Except for a small number of outstanding students who are specially recruited by merit, most of the students are straight up from the junior high school, and their families are well-off, so gifts are also generous. There is a bouquet of flowers on almost every desk in the office, and every teacher has something to gain, including the newly recruited Sheng Jinshu.

After class, she was wearing a graceful long dress, holding flowers in one hand and a gift box in the other, stepping into the office with a spring breeze on her face, and at first glance she was in a good mood.

Yi Han, the history teacher who was sitting at the table opposite her in the office, teased her: "Wow, Teacher Sheng has a great harvest. Let me interview him. How does it feel to celebrate Teacher's Day for the first time?"

Sheng Jinshu carefully placed the flowers and gifts on the desk, touched the petals, and answered with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "I'm very happy." After a pause, she was half-jokingly distressed: "However, this is still It's the first time I've ever received a carnation."

"Hahaha, what's the matter." Yi Han immediately lengthened his voice to tease her: "Isn't it bad to change the taste occasionally? Anyway, Mr. Rose Huasheng, you should have softened your hand."

Sheng Jinshu chuckled, not knowing whether to tell the truth or falsely deny: "That's okay? You look down on me too much."

The math teacher at the next table, He Xiaowen, took a cup of water to make flower tea, walked back to the desk, but could not find the lid of the cup, so she took a greeting card from the table and put it on the mouth of the cup. , I won't feel it after Mr. Sheng has done it twice more. Sending these flowers and plants, some of them are missing, is actually a waste, and they can't be saved, so it's better to send something practical."

This is very disappointing.

Meng Wanji paused while writing the material, and heard Sheng Jinshu chuckle lightly, but didn't answer.

Yi Han continued: "Mr. He has a class next semester?" The topic changed.

Meng Wanji was sitting next to Yi Han and couldn't help but look up at Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu placed the bouquet against the upper right corner of the desk, put the small ornaments next to the small potted plants on the desk, put the snacks in the drawer, and put the greeting cards and the like in the handbag. Take it back to the dorm. After everything was packed, she got up to get the watering can, and then went back to the table to spray the small potted plant on the table.

She lowered her head, her long curly hair fell to her cheeks, the corners of her lips were slightly upturned, and her expression was relaxed and peaceful.

Meng Wanji seemed to have something moved in her heart, and she retracted her eyes subconsciously.

He Xiaowen made the scented tea and threw the greeting card covered with steam into the trash. Meng Wanji could vaguely see that the card should have been sent by Wu Ling, the representative of her English class.

Only this child, who foolishly drew the greeting card by himself, felt that courtesy was light and affectionate. Probably every subject teacher has it, and she also received one. Meng Wanji felt a little gloomy.

When the class bell rang, He Xiaowen and Yi Han both took their books and thermos cups and went out to class. Only she and Sheng Jinshu were left in the office, as well as two other old teachers who were correcting their homework.

After being quiet for about a minute, Meng Wanji suddenly heard the sound of plastic bags rattling. She looked up at the source of the sound, and saw Sheng Jinshu bent over, picked up the garbage bag in the empty trash can between her and He Xiaowen, and walked straight out of the office.

She came back in a short time, put on a new garbage bag, sat down, and started marking the test.

Meng Wanji didn't care about this little episode.

Forty-five minutes later, the get out of class bell rang, and Wu Ling appeared in the office. While picking up the English quiz paper that Sheng Jinshu had just corrected, he enthusiastically asked, "What did the teacher draw for today's reward?"

Meng Wanji suddenly realized that Sheng Jinshu's one-to-one change was what he was protecting.

In an instant, her heart was full of waves, and it was so complicated that she couldn't even tell what emotion it was.

The conversation between Sheng Jinshu and Wu Ling was still going on. The content of the conversation was that she had heard students mention that Sheng Jinshu would randomly choose one of the students who got perfect scores in the quiz and draw a picture on the back of her quiz paper. , followed by an encouraging English famous quote.

Because of her great painting skills, she was astonished, so that even in her Chinese morning reading class, some students secretly memorized English words because they wanted to get her paintings.

Meng Wanji began to waver, perhaps she was being a little too harsh on her. Her dressing style is indeed not dignified enough, and she is indeed not experienced enough in teaching, but she seems to be really attentive when it comes to being a teacher.

Apart from the private life that was accidentally discovered by her, as a teacher, so far, she has not neglected her duty. So as a colleague, is she really rude?

*

When she returned to her dormitory from her lunch break, Meng Wanji stopped by a small supermarket outside Ximen to buy some used shampoo. She saw the watermelon in the fresh produce area not far away. .

She passed by the refrigerated area, and she also bought a row of drinks that she often saw on Sheng Jinshu's desk in high school.

God knows why she can remember these details so clearly.

She returned to the dormitory and controlled the force to open the door. There was no one in the living room, Sheng Jinshu's door was closed, he should have been taking a nap. She breathed a sigh of relief, put the cut watermelon and drinks on the coffee table, stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly didn't understand what she was doing.

Can buy all. Rubbing her forehead, she went back to her room to get a post-it note and a pen.

Take out the watermelon that no one eats when they are out of breath, and the bacteria-infested watermelon is taken out of the refrigerated area. Then, the fresh watermelon and the drink are placed side by side in the refrigerator, and they are smeared and modified several times. Finally, she posted a new post-it note: Watermelon I Replaced with fresh. Drinks are about to expire, please feel free to if you need them.

They are all adults, look up and see, at least like ordinary colleagues, maintain the appearance of decency. She found a reason for herself. As for Sheng Jinshu's acceptance or not, she felt that she could not care.

But just for peace of mind.

But she thought so. She returned to the dormitory after dinner in the afternoon and evening, and found that Sheng Jinshu had not come back. The first thing she did, she walked into the kitchen involuntarily.

On the post-it note in the kitchen, a new word was added to it, Sheng Jin wrote: "Okay." He also drew a smiley face.

The handwriting is clear and elegant, and it looks like the kind that she has practiced, which is completely different from the dog that Meng Wanji imagined she would have.

Meng Wanji took a few glances before opening the refrigerator.

In the refrigerator, there is one third less watermelon and one less can of drinks.

Meng Wanji bit her lip, spilling a very shallow smile, and quickly restrained it.