Said that Zheng Siqi was intentional, he admitted. But the purpose is simple, nothing more than a flash of inspiration, and the evil taste wants the other party to listen to one of his lessons. I have to go back to the source and ask the reason for the rise. No, it is just a floating idea, which is neither reasonable nor mature.
He raised his arms and rolled his sleeves to type on the keyboard. Qiao Fengtian watched his gaze from below. Zheng Siqi could feel it, because it was different from the gaze cast by the students. The student's gaze is simply a movement, his is different, his complex and subtle, flexible enough to exceed an inch, and then hesitantly retracts two feet, both hesitant and enthusiastic.
Some people in the text describe individual eyes as spider silk, which means that there is stickiness and fullness in the eyes, as if they can hold people firmly, which is not a compliment; Zheng Siqi feels that Qiao Fengtian's eyes also have such stickiness. .
It's just that his image is like a cocklebur, like a cocklebur, like a sycamore velvet, like a white umbrella blowing on a dandelion, and it is also gentle, cautious and silent, and it is benign; if you want, shake it. It fell, and never followed again.
Zheng Siqi also admitted that he was willing to look at him like this, but was not willing to flick it away.
Zheng Siqi was happy for a while, and moved more small malice. So 15 minutes before the end of get out of class, a 3,000-word detention homework was assigned, and a name for this semester was called. As soon as the name was called, the students hurriedly fry the pot, making a loud noise with a "coax". Some of them were fortunate, like scratching out a second prize and betting on the right treasure; some hurriedly circled around to borrow paper and pens one by one, and temporarily wrote a vague note for the roommate who didn't come.
Zheng Siqi had a faint smile on his lips, and unfolded the snow-white roster in his hand.
"Lai Shiyi."
"arrive!"
"Chen Chuanyao."
"coming!"
"Deng Yuan."
"Yes!"
Qiao Fengtian listened to his name quietly, he didn't know anyone, so he could focus more on the tone, speed, and tone of his name. Qiao Fengtian remembers an assistant teacher in his junior high school, Lu Ersheng, deer ears are long, he always suppresses his local accent when he speaks, so that when he speaks, he always seems to be stepping on the emergency brake intermittently, jumping forward. of.
Long sentences are difficult to pronounce, and two or three words require skill. Thinking about it carefully, Zheng Siqi's Mandarin is really good, not really eloquent, and after deconstructing it, he recites a sentence in a random manner. Instead, it flows naturally from the throat. The water channel is wide and narrow, and the flow rate is rapid and slow. It is controlled calmly and cannot be detected.
"Huang Jin." No one answered, Zheng Siqi paused, "Huang Jin?"
"Ask for leave!" A girl raised her hand high, waving the big, dry tofu slip in her hand. It was obviously just written, and the edges were still rough and not neatly cut. "Here is the leave slip!"
Zheng Siqi walked over, took the note, glanced at it, raised Yang and put it in the lesson plan, "Tell that classmate Huang, I am the beloved Teacher Zheng, not the beloved Teacher Zhou."
"Ah?!" The girl raised her head in surprise, and poked her elbow against the head curtain on the side, "I'm relying on you to tell me my surname Zhou!"
He ducked his head curtain to the side, pressed his voice and said in a low voice, "Fuck, I told you that the surname is Zheng, you listened to it for a week."
"It doesn't matter." Zheng Siqi knocked on the table and pushed his glasses, "The teacher with the surname of Wenwen is in A204 next door. He is not taller than me, so it's easy to remember."
There was another burst of laughter from below.
"Su Yi."
"arrive!"
"Qu Zhiyuan."
"arrive!"
Full of forty or fifty people, Zheng Siqi turned to the last page of the list and nodded, "Qiao Fengtian."
Qiao Fengtian immediately raised his head and sat up straight, seeing Zheng Siqi looking over here. The eyes under the clear lens only fell on him, and he read his name completely.
"Joe Fengtian."
Qiao Fengtian raised the brim of his hat, followed the positive tone, and cleared his throat.
"arrive."
The students in the class left the class in twos and threes. Qiao Fengtian stayed in his seat, holding his chin, watching Zheng Siqi slowly turn off the projector, close the notebook, and then put the data cable in the bag and hold it. The board wipes the writing on the blackboard.
"If I knew you were here, I wouldn't be here."
The classroom was empty except for the two of them, and they all spoke as if there were echoes.
Zheng Siqi folded down the cuffs that were pulled high, raised his head and smiled and asked knowingly, "Where do I come out?"
"Take your name, leave your homework, and find fault with me."
"If you don't ask you to get up and answer the question, just burn the incense." Zheng Siqi walked over with his bag, and nodded with his finger in a serious manner, "There is a lot of homework in 3,000 words. Send it to my mailbox before next week."
"Come on, how can you and I know it!" Qiao Fengtian laughed. I haven't done homework in 1,800 years, and I have to hold back for a week to transcribe a job posting.
"You just write nonsense." Zheng Siqi supported one arm, "I secretly give you the highest score, how about it?"
Qiao Fengtian stared at him and laughed together.
"My hands are sweaty." Qiao Fengtian spread his palms, "I can't be nervous."
Zheng Siqi gave him a quick hold in the palm of his hand, and the skin under his fingers was soft and damp, "Really. No, I was so oppressive in class, and I didn't let you take two high school math classes in a row."
"that is not what I meant."
Qiao Fengtian waved his hand, "It's not about oppression. You speak very lightly and comfortably. I can understand and understand what you're teaching. It's my own mind that's wrong. I feel... I don't think I'm suitable for this place. Son. It's me who thinks that I'm different from others. I always feel that I'm out of order and disturbing others." Qiao Fengtian's two index fingertips touched each other, "but when you stand on the podium, I feel Pretty reassuring."
When Qiao Fengtian saw that Zheng Siqi didn't speak, he just stared at him.
"Really, I've always praised people for real. You're very good." Qiao Fengtian gave him a thumbs up.
"Five-star praise?"
"That's a proper five-star."
"I received the praise, but no cash back for five yuan."
Qiao Fengtian turned his head to the side and rejoiced.
Zheng Siqi put his hand in the pocket of his trousers, "Wait, is there something wrong?"
"Not yet."
"Let's go then. I'll take you to taste the dark dishes made by the master in the small dark room."
The days are getting longer and longer, and the sun that is still bright before sunset is covered with a layer of soot, and mosquitoes are flying around the tip of the nose. A layer of damp and stagnant steam floating in the trousers almost made people think that there would be cicadas chirping in the morning.
The Lee University campus covers an expansive area. Apart from the various teaching buildings, there are five canteens alone. The greasy places where oil is placed are also elegantly named after plants and flowers. Zheng Siqi took Qiao Fengtian to the Green Bamboo Hall, adjacent to Lida Green Lake, a square three-story building with wooden windows, smoke-colored walls, and the same layer of dense red silk grass.
The main entrance is narrow, the size of three people entering and exiting side by side, hidden in a row of low bushes, one straight up and down the human-shaped passage, occasionally three or two students carrying takeaway boxes pass by each other, young people are full of firepower, Qiao Fengtian I see many wearing short-sleeved pants.
Approaching the main entrance, you can smell the special smell of the fire and cooking. The second to third floors are all privately contracted, and the first floor is the school's own lunch point. The fried vegetables are placed in a warm water tank and slowly warmed by the water. The stewed vegetables are placed in a large casserole and cooked slowly on the stove. Each person takes a plate, eat whatever you want, and eat as much as you want. Unlike Qiao Fengtian when he ate in the cafeteria at Vocational High School, all the portions are served in small bowls for you.
For no reason, I still miss the days when I was a student at that time.
After all, it was not a serious meal, and there were not many people. Zheng Siqi took two clean empty dishes from the disinfection cabinet, handed one to Qiao Fengtian and the other in his hand.
"Order if you want to eat. It's summer vacation in two months, and the card issued by the school can't be swiped."
Looking all the way, the quality of the road is good, red and green and white, "The welfare is so good, the meal card is issued by the school?"
"After all, within the establishment, it's nothing more than a stability and a welfare." Zheng Siqi was side by side with him, and he always nodded his head when he spoke, "Little kindness and Xiaohui."
"I said." Qiao Fengtian looked sideways at Zheng Siqi and smiled, "Are you not good at cooking, so you pack food in the cafeteria every day and go back to fool Zaoer?"
"What is fooling around." Zheng Siqile, "He can't wait to eat in the cafeteria. I want to say that I will do it for her, so she has to be vaccinated three days in advance."
"The canteen is heavy with fumes, and children who eat too much are easy to gain weight."
"I can't complain that I'm becoming more and more like a ball." Zheng Siqi said "oh" as if he knew it.
Qiao Fengtian was helpless, "Can't you learn by yourself?"
Zheng Siqi looked embarrassed, "I really lack a string for this thing."
"I can teach you, you can learn it a few more times." Qiao Fengtian was attracted by a beef stew with oranges, and said to Zheng Siqi.
Instead of you teaching, let me help you and wait for you to do it well.
Zheng Siqi didn't say this, just made a joke in his heart.