"What's wrong with the car in front of me? It's so slow, and the old lady walks faster... So it's you." Shang Muxiao lowered his eyelids and looked tired, "You can put a sign on the back next time, so as not to cause a misunderstanding."
I was stunned for a moment, at first I didn't understand what sign he wanted me to put up, and after a few words, I quickly realized that he should want me to put up a sign like "the owner is disabled" or "the owner is sick".
He probably didn't mean to act so discriminating against me, but his words did make me uncomfortable. I just pay attention to safety, it has nothing to do with whether I am disabled or not, even if I am not disabled, I will drive carefully.
"Excuse me… "
Enduring my displeasure, I explained to Shang Muxiao that I slammed on the brakes to avoid the wild cat that suddenly came out. After listening, Shang Muxiao nodded, as if he was not very interested in the cause of the accident, and readily stated that since it was his rear-end collision, then he was fully responsible.
"Did it hit hard?" I asked.
"Mine is fine, it's just scratched off a bit of paint, yours is more serious." Shang Muxiao put his helmet under his arm, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, not knowing who to send a message to.
Just a few seconds later, the bell rang suddenly, and he answered the phone almost immediately, and Ben's impatient expression became incredibly soft.
"Sister... It's just a small accident, it's okay... I know, I will pay attention... The snacks you want have already been bought, you wait a while... "
Upon closer inspection, he found that he had a piercing in his right ear and was wearing a small black spar earring. There is a small black mole just above the earlobe. If you don't pay attention, you will think that he has two ear piercings.
I remember that Shang Lu also had a mole in the same place. I used to like his mole very much and thought it had a "taste".
Genes are amazing, even this place is so similar.
A long queue gradually formed behind the car, and the urging horns kept ringing. Our accident had already caused congestion, and if we delayed it any longer, the police would be coming.
"This way..." I was about to say otherwise, go to the open area to discuss, Shang Muxiao hung up the phone and stretched out his hand directly to me.
I didn't know so I stared at the phone that was handed in front of me, not understanding what he meant.
"Give me your phone number," he said. "I'll have my insurance broker contact you."
That's what it meant.
I took the phone, entered my number, and handed it back to him.
He didn't look at it, tucked the phone into his trouser pocket, put on his helmet again and said to me, "Let's do it for now. I have something urgent. If there is any problem, I will talk about it at school next week."
I nodded, said nothing, started the car and headed towards the intersection again. Just after turning the corner, a blue-and-white figure quickly overtakes the car from behind, and the smooth body disappears from sight before I can take a closer look.
That night, a man who claimed to be an insurance broker of Shang Muxiao called me and asked me to go to the designated location to fix the damage when I had time, saying that the repair costs would be fully paid by their insurance company.
As Shang Muxiao said, the butt of my car was really badly injured. The entire rear bumper was dented, and it was a little shaky. When it crashed like this, his car was only scratched with some paint, and he didn't know whether it was his car's quality that was too good or my car's poor quality.
The final loss is about the weekend. After driving the car to the damage determination point, the staff looked at my car and told me that the entire rear bumper might have to be replaced, and the rear cover had to be repainted. I asked him how long it would take to fix it and he said at least two weeks.
The thought of not having a car for two weeks gives me an unstoppable headache.
And this invisible, lingering pain also indirectly affected every aspect of my life, such as my mood in class. Even Yu Xixi noticed that I was in a bad mood recently, and became more and more pinch-tailed, and didn't dare to share the gossip with me.
Shen Luoyu came to see me on Wednesday and brought a lot of daily necessities. Knowing that it would be inconvenient for me to travel without a car, he even went to the vegetable market to help me fill up the refrigerator.
Because of her money and efforts, my bad mood for a few days has also calmed down a lot. Even with her and me clichéd, saying something or not, I'm not so impatient anymore.
"Xiaojie, the mutual aid group I told you last time, do you have time to join one on Saturday?" Shen Luoyu simply made two plates of spaghetti and shared one with me.
"What kind of mutual aid group?" I rolled my face and didn't quite remember what she said about this mutual aid group. I probably thought she was too long-winded. I've heard it, and one ear went in and the other went out.
"That's the... Optimism Support Group."
I seem to have an impression of this name.
I looked up at her: "I have no psychological problems."
Shen Luoyu didn't believe it at all: "Is there any problem with you being so pessimistic and world-weary?"
I corrected her: "It's not my psyche, it's my philosophy."
She was speechless.
"My mother asked me to persuade you to go. If I fail again, she will come to the door in person. She has not been in good health for the past two years. Do you have the heart to watch her worry about your affairs?"
If she uses herself to play this family card, I can totally bear it. But my aunt is an elder I have respected since I was a child. As long as she goes out, I can't say "no" no matter what.
I was quiet and didn't directly refuse: "How is Auntie doing recently?"
"It's still an old problem. It's easy to cough when the weather is cold." Shen Luoyu poked his plate of pasta and said earnestly, "She's very worried about you."
My aunt suffered from lung disease when she was young. Although she was cured later, the root cause of the disease was still there, and it was easy to fall ill when there was any stimulation. When I had an accident, she shed a lot of tears for me, and I don't want her to worry about my affairs anymore.
She is one of the few people who is willing to worry about me.
After pursing my lips, I put down my fork, and finally gave in.
"Okay, I'll go."
After Shen Luoyu left, I packed up the tableware, poured myself a cup of sweet and white noble rot suitable for bedtime drinking, and came to the cd rack in the living room.
I pulled out the DVD of "Retrograde Wind" from the corner, opened the box, and I skillfully inserted it into the DVD player.
Sitting in the dim living room, looking at the screen that had been played repeatedly several times on the projection screen, I chose to fast-forward directly to the place I wanted to watch.
Hot and humid barn, topless men smoking cigarettes. The woman flirted with him, he hugged her into his arms, and the smoke from his mouth slowly exhaled, forming a wonderful fluid phenomenon, which vaguely enveloped the heads and faces of the two.
The nails sank slightly into the glowing muscles, and the thick blood vessels bulged and throbbed under the wheat-colored skin.
Desires on the verge of triggering, the hormones are thriving.
This movie deserves a more laudable image, but I love this part alone.
The director should be very fond of Shang Lu. Love his excellent expressiveness, and also love his acting skills armed to the hair. In the close-up of the profile face, every bead of sweat and every breathing ups and downs are just right, and even the mole on the earlobe seems to be telling the infinite charm of the male protagonist.
Staring at the tiny black mole, another younger face flashed in my mind. I frowned, quickly clearing the anachronistic image from my mind.
After watching the movie, I put the empty wine glass in the sink, and the sleepiness gradually emerged due to the effect of alcohol. I turned off the projection and controlled the wheelchair into the bedroom to rest.
That night, maybe it was because of drinking, or because I revisited "Retrograde Wind", I had a lot of messy dreams. When I woke up, I couldn't remember the content of the dream clearly, but I felt exhausted physically and mentally, as if I had been fighting with people all night.
"Teacher, I really have a reason. I didn't miss so many classes on purpose. Give me another chance and let me take the exam... I can't fail any more classes, or it will affect my graduation."
Knowing that they were going to fail the course, there were not a few students who came to me for intercession.
But today this is different.
I typed on the computer keyboard without looking up. Seeing that I ignored her, the girl simply walked around the desk and came to me.
"Teacher, please give me another chance." She lowered her body and half-kneeled beside my wheelchair, begging.
My head hurts even more.
Minimizing the window, I leaned back in the chair and looked down at her: "You will be disqualified from the exam after five absenteeisms, but you have more than five absenteeisms, classmate Yan Ying. Since the beginning of the semester, you have not attended my class once. You are not a freshman, you should know what I can't tolerate the most."
The girl flinched, her eyes dodging: "I have difficulties, teacher. During the summer vacation, I got... I got depression, and then I couldn't control my emotions, and taking medicine didn't help. It didn't improve until the start of school, and I missed classes... It's because I'm sick, I really didn't skip class on purpose."
I nodded. "Then give me the medical records. If you do have depression, I'll make excuses."
"I, I can't find it, I don't remember where I put it..." Yan Ying raised her head, her eyes with delicate eye makeup were full of tears, and she began to mess around, "Teacher, I won't lie to you. I really, really I'm sick, it's really miserable, teacher... Take pity on me... "
There was a slight touch on my leg, and I looked down and saw that her hand had climbed up to my knee.
I frowned, not quite sure of her intentions.
"Please help me, I'm willing to do anything..." The girl bit her lip, looking pitiful, her long black hair was loose, making her skin paler.
It is clearly a pure appearance, but his words and deeds reveal lewdness and sophistication. The extreme contrast can sometimes feel exciting, and sometimes it can be nauseating. I am the latter.
The arrogant always feels that they can rule the world through beauty.
The five fingers gradually moved upwards, and they were about to reach an indescribable part. When I intercepted her hand, I was about to laugh angrily.
"Do you know what you are doing?"
She looked at me at a loss and wanted to withdraw her hand: "I, I just..."
"Sexually bribing a disabled person? You can think of it." I threw my hand back to her and said coldly, "I don't want to waste any more time. Please leave my office before I call the security."
Yan Ying was like a pale statue, maintaining a posture and froze there for a long time without moving.
When I was thinking about whether I really wanted to call the security guard, there was a knock on the door, and then, the office door, which was not closed, slowly opened for the most part under the push of force.
Yan Ying and I both looked over at the same time. The people outside the door maintained their knocking posture and looked inside the door in astonishment. "Sorry, I didn't know there were people inside." He said sorry, but he didn't mean to avoid it at all, Shang Muxiao leaned against the door frame, looking at Yan Ying and I with interest, as if watching an ethics drama.
With a third person present, no matter how bold Yan Ying was, it was impossible for him to continue bribing without burden, so he stood up and hurried out the door. When passing in front of Shang Muxiao, he didn't even dare to look at him.
"I can't see that you are so popular." After Yan Ying left, Shang Muxiao entered the office and closed the door with his backhand, "I received a call from the teaching assistant, saying that you have something to do with me. What, is there something wrong with your car? ?"
Finally getting rid of Yan Ying's entanglement, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed the hand sanitizer on the second base table, rubbed my hands and said, "Don't go out and talk about what happened just now. I'm looking for you and my car has nothing to do with it. your credits."
Shang Muxiao didn't know where he came from now, his clothes were wrinkled and messed up, and stained like red wine stains, his face was full of tiredness, as if he hadn't slept all night.
"My credits?" He slumped down on the sofa for the reception of guests, without me saying hello at all, he was too familiar with it, "What's wrong with my credits?"
I controlled the wheelchair and came to him slowly, and said, "Because you didn't hand in your homework last week, and you missed class twice, I'll figure it out, you need to score more than 90 percent in the final exam to avoid failure. Failed. This is basically impossible."
He rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes and asked, "How do you know that I will fail the test?"
The faint smell of alcohol coming from the nose further confirmed my guess. He must have just had an all-night binge, and he's still hungover.
Before turning to the water dispenser, I poured a cup of warm water from a disposable water cup, gently placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it towards Shang Muxiao.
"Because no one has ever been able to get more than 90 points from me." In other words, his subject is suspended according to the current trend.
When Shang Muxiao heard the words, he moved and slowly opened his eyes.
That feeling of being torn to shreds reappeared.
He stared at me for a while and asked, "So, what exactly did you call me here for?"
Putting my fingers in front of me, I looked at him quietly, and said, "If I really want to hang your class, I won't let you come. Do you want to hear about another possibility?"
Shang Muxiao put down his hand, frowned at me, and said nothing.
I clenched my fingers, still can't believe I would make such a decision. It's not like me. The "Great Demon King" in everyone's mouth is me, sitting here, as if it was another will from the universe.
"I don't do this kind of thing very much, but if it's you, I think I can give you another chance." After speaking in one breath, cut off the way back.
Shang Muxiao looked indifferent: "Give me a chance? Why? They said you would never show mercy."
"You are different."
Shang Muxiao was stunned when he heard the words, but did not respond immediately, but swept across my lower body in a meaningful way. The sight clearly had no weight, but it strangely made me feel the "stinging" on my skin.
I frowned, and just as I was about to ask him what he was looking at, he retracted his frivolous gaze and said with a smile, "Do you always use this trick? I don't see how you can still think about these things. Although I never set limits on the other half. , but... no, I don't like my bedmate acting like a corpse in bed."
His words left me at a loss for a moment. This trick? These things? bed... mate
Wait, he doesn't think...
I quickly realized that he might have misunderstood. He misunderstood that I was implying that he was giving something in exchange for this extra "one chance" with me. Even, he may have misunderstood me and Yan Ying.
I was dumbfounded for a while, and I wasn't even sure which would be more irritating to be misunderstood by Shang Muxiao as a misbehaving professor or as a "dead corpse on the bed" humiliatingly described by him.
I just... just want him to hand in two additional essay assignments for me.
"Okay, I still have something to do. You can go and play with someone else. You can either fail the exam or fire me. I don't care." into the bucket, then got up and left.
"I'm not… "
I wanted to explain, trying to grab him by the sleeve as he passed me.
This is a bad decision.
He had no intention of showing mercy at all. The moment his fingertips touched his body, he grabbed my wrist bone, so strong that I had the illusion that my bones were about to be crushed by him.
"I don't know what's good or bad." The corners of his lips were still slightly curved, but they would never be mistaken for a smile.
I don't know how.
I never imagined that he would come to tell me this.
I endured the pain and gritted my teeth word by word: "Let go. You really misunderstood. I didn't mean that."
"Misunderstanding?" Shang Muxiao leaned down and looked straight at me with beast-like eyes, "But the way you look at me doesn't look like a misunderstanding."
The smell of wine, perfume, and sweat mixed into a strange fragrance, which rushed into the nose and swept the brain, making people feel stuffy in the chest and dizzy.
Not feeling well, I reached out and pushed him.
He let go of his hand, stepped back, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at me like he was looking at a disgusting poor bastard.
With a sneer on his lips, he stepped back to the door, opened it and said, "Okay, leave your 'opportunity' to someone else, I don't need it. I hope we won't meet again in the future, Professor Bei." After speaking, he left the office and slammed the door behind him.
With the loud slam of the door closing, the surroundings returned to silence. Staring at the door, if it wasn't for the pain in my wrist, I would have wondered if I had just had an absurd dream.
Although life is propelled by a series of insatiable desires, full of cravings and pains of endless pursuit. But I am really innocent of Shang Muxiao, and I have no wrong thoughts. If I insist that there is anything beyond the teacher-student friendship, it is only aimed at Shang Lu's love for the house and Wu.
This is too absurd... It's true that there are too many evil people, and no one believes in good people
"Bite biting son of a bitch." Rubbing my sore wrist, I was about to laugh angrily.
In honor of him, I also hope that I will never have the opportunity to meet him again.
However, fate seems to be taking special care of me recently, always trying every means to give me unexpected "surprises". The former has not been digested, and the latter will come.
Two nights later, I went to join the psychological support group that Shen Luoyu helped me to sign up for. Before my butt was hot, a tall figure walked in from the door.
I don't know how the other person feels when they see me, I don't feel very well anyway.
There are so many psychological mutual aid groups in this city, Shen Luoyu selected carefully and chose the only one with Shang Muxiao.