An He stood in the corridor outside the office on the third floor smoking. Downstairs, a large group of students crowded in front of the bulletin board by the playground. I don't know what they are reading. From time to time, you can hear the sound of booing. It was a long time after the class bell rang before the students reluctantly left the bulletin board.
My colleague Teacher Yang came up from downstairs and smiled when he saw him.
Teacher Yang was in his forties and usually very serious. An He felt honored that he could smile at him today. He quickly smiled and nodded: "You are done with get out of class."
Teacher Yang stopped smiling and said as he walked into the office, "Teacher An, the students in your class are really getting more and more outrageous."
An He was stunned: "What's wrong?"
"You don't know yet? This class teacher," Teacher Yang shook his head, stepped back from the office with a sad face, and pointed to the bulletin board downstairs, "Zhang Lin in your class wrote all the love letters into big-character posters and posted them!"
"Really?" An He laughed and looked downstairs. No wonder.
"Are you still laughing?" Teacher Yang sighed and walked into the office.
Should I cry? An He smiled, put out his cigarette, and slowly walked downstairs.
When passing by the bulletin board, An He went over to take a look.
There was a piece of paper stuck on the glass of the bulletin board, at a certain distance from the big-character poster. It was an A4 paper, and the words on it were quite large, but there were only a few words in total, and more could not be written.
Xu Jingyao, I love you till death. The two characters Zhang Lin, signed at the bottom, curled up like someone had stepped on them.
Xu Jingyao is the Chinese class representative in Anhe's class. She is a nice girl, but she is very arrogant. The ending of Zhang Lin's confession is likely to be tragic.
An Hyuk tore the paper off the glass and took it back to his office.
During the last self-study class in the afternoon, he called Zhang Lin to his office.
"Let's chat," An He put the paper on his desk and glanced at Zhang Lin, who was standing across the table with an unhappy look on his face. He smiled again, "That expression on his face is really ugly. Did I tear it down too early? Xu Jingyao hasn't seen it yet, right?"
"You know it and you're still telling me." Zhang Lin stiffened his neck and clicked his tongue.
"Then show it to her yourself." An He handed him the paper.
Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment, then took the paper and said, "You're not going to scold me?"
"Why should I scold you?" An He took the thermos and took a sip of tea.
"Then why did you call me here?" Zhang Lin looked at him.
"I called you here to tell you not to do this kind of thing before the midterm exam. Do it after the exam," An He leaned back in his chair, curled his lips and smiled, "Are you afraid that Xu Jingyao will ignore you if you fail the exam?"
"I don't care about that. Today is Singles' Day, a good day to express my feelings," Zhang Lin leaned on the table, "Boss An, do you have any water? I'm thirsty."
"Singles' Day?" An He took a bottle of water from the box behind him that was not distributed at the sports meeting and gave it to Zhang Lin. "I can't remember anything in class, but I can remember this kind of thing clearly."
"You should be able to remember it too," Zhang Lin tilted his head back to drink the water, then wiped his mouth, "Aren't you also a bachelor? I heard that your ex-girlfriend was very beautiful, but those who are too beautiful are unreliable and can't be kept..."
"Ask your dad or mom to come over next Monday." An He smiled and looked at the screen of his laptop. The courseware was not finished yet.
"You're not, you called your parents just because I told you you're single!" Zhang Lin was very dissatisfied. After thinking about it, he shook the paper in his hand and said, "Is it because of this?"
"Neither," An He clicked the mouse, "Do you think there's nothing else you can call your parents for besides this?"
"I just went out for a walk during class."
"More than once," An He put down the mouse and looked at Zhang Lin. He knew it was embarrassing to be called to school by parents. "Young man, you haven't been in the classroom for a few classes this afternoon, have you? I'm already giving you face by not asking you to call your parents tomorrow. Think about how to explain it in the next two days. Now go back to the classroom."
Zhang Lin wanted to say something, but An He ignored him. He could only sigh and turn to walk towards the office door: "Call me if you want."
Zhang Lin slammed the office door shut loudly.
"This Zhang Lin is really hopeless," Cheng Yu, who was sitting in the corner, was shocked. "Why don't you just call his dad and ask him to come and give him a beating? Why let him call himself? Just wait, you won't see his parents next Monday."
"Not really." An He clicked on the flickering button in the lower right corner. Zhang Lin would ask the parents to come. He knew his students.
The message on q was sent by Lin Ruoxue, just one sentence very concisely and clearly.
Ten o'clock tonight, boiling point.
Boiling Point is a bar that used to be a gathering place for a group of friends. He hadn't been there for a while, so An He replied with a good word.
There was still half a period left before school was over. An He stretched, got up and walked out of the office.
He is in the habit of going around the class before school is over.
This is a high school that ranks among the bottom five in the city. It has a poor student source and weak teachers, but the pressure is much less. In addition, the principal is willing to spend money. This is probably the reason why An He was able to stay here peacefully for four years.
As he approached the first-year high school teaching building, he could hear the voices of several classes on the first floor from about 20 to 30 meters away. Some students had already wandered outside the classroom, but when they saw him coming, they went back into the classroom.
An He took a look and went upstairs. His class was on the second floor.
The noise in his class was no quieter than that downstairs. He pushed open the back door and looked in. Some were reading novels, some were sleeping, some were chatting, some were listening to music with earphones in, and some were even cleaning the windows for nothing.
An He walked in from the back door and slowly walked towards the podium. He pulled the earplugs from the two students' ears and threw them on the table. The buzzing sound in the classroom gradually died down.
An He didn't say anything. He stood by the podium and looked around. Compared to the sophomores and juniors, the freshmen were actually quite honest. They were young and had not yet been assimilated by the sophomores and juniors. It was just that their foundation was a little lacking.
"School is almost over, so you're excited?" An He said after the voices below had completely died down. "Midterm exams are coming up soon. You've been playing for half a semester. Whether you're willing to review or not, at least pretend to do it. There will be a parents' meeting after the exams, and you won't be able to fool people whether you want to change your transcript or imitate my signature."
A long, mournful sigh was heard from below.
"What do you think I should say..." An He walked up to the podium and was about to say a few more words when he suddenly realized that the wailing sounds from below had stopped. All the students were looking at him with indescribable expressions on their faces, and those in the front row were even craning their necks to look at the podium.
An He lowered his head and saw an envelope on the clean podium, with "An He Personally" written on it.
"For me?" An He picked up the envelope. The edge of the envelope was not glued. He rubbed the seal open and could see a neatly folded piece of pink letter paper inside.
His actions seemed casual and nonchalant, but he was actually very careful. Although he thought that students who were just in the first year of high school would not set any traps for him, he had after all been hit on the head by a broom that fell from the sky when he was entering the classroom.
As soon as he picked up the envelope, people in the classroom started to make a noise, laughing and shouting.
"Boss An, open it quickly!"
"Handsome guy, open it and take a look!"
"Confession--"
An He saw their reaction and thought there would be no trap, so he took the letter and tried to put it in his pocket, but someone below shouted again: "Look!"
An He took out the letter again, pulled out the paper and looked at it.
There was a line of words written with a colored pen on the pink letter paper, similar to the format of Zhang Lin's confession on A4 paper, but the content was much more passionate.
Anhe, I'm going to marry you. From today on, you are mine.
The handwriting is ugly, probably written with the left hand, and the strokes are a bit crooked.
An He raised his eyebrows and put the letter back into the envelope: "Thank you."
The students in the class were very excited and kept shouting relentlessly, with some boys shouting particularly loudly.
“That’s it!”
"Boss, read it out loud!"
"That's right, let's just satisfy our cravings..."
An He knocked on the blackboard with his hand back, "Be quiet, you are rebelling."
The noise below became a little quieter, and An He put the letter in his pocket. He didn't know who wrote the letter, but he probably was the only one who didn't know.
"Do I need to read it?" An He raised his hand and looked at the watch. There were still five minutes before the end of the school. "You have all read it, right? The content is quite domineering, it shocked me."
"What's the response?" Zhang Lin, who was sitting in the last row, asked, and there was another round of excited agreement from the audience.
"As for who belongs to whom," An He crossed his arms and smiled, "You are all mine."
The classroom was quiet for a moment, and then there was a burst of screams, and people slammed the tables and stomped their feet.
"Okay, pack up and wait until school is over," An He walked down from the podium and headed straight for the classroom door. "If you have this much energy in reviewing for the exam, I'm sure I'll wake you up with laughter even in your sleep."
When An He returned to the gate of the community, it was just getting dark. The security guard had finished his meal and was standing in the guard booth. As soon as he saw his car, the security guard started to laugh.
An He drove the car to a place one meter away from the card swiping sensor and stopped. He lowered the window, picked up a green fly swatter from the passenger seat, stretched it out, and shook it at the sensing area, and the lever in front was lifted up.
The security guard leaned over to the window with a smile: "Teacher An, did you change the beat?"
"Well, it turns out that one is broken." An He threw the fly swatter back to the passenger seat. This security guard has a low sense of humor. It has been several months since he swiped the card and forgot to turn the wheel and bumped his head into the booth. He has been sticking the parking card on the fly swatter and using it to swipe the card. But this guy still laughs when he sees him.
The parking spaces downstairs were almost full, so he drove around to the back of the building and parked his car.
His house is on the 12th floor. Looking up, you can vaguely see a light. It is the light he turns on when he goes out in the morning.
Turning on the lights can make him feel more at ease when he opens the door and enters the house. The house is not big, with only two bedrooms, but if the lights are not on, he will still feel lonely when he comes back after dark.
An He has always called his house a "house" rather than a home. Even though he thinks that a "home" is just like that, it still feels different.
"Teacher An is off work." The elevator door opened, and the cleaning lady came out with a mop and greeted him.
"Well, are you done with your work?" An He smiled and entered the elevator.
"It will take a while. I'm alone today." Auntie sighed.
“You’ve worked hard.”
It was not yet eight o'clock, and Lin Ruoxue gave him the time of ten o'clock. An He stood in the living room for two minutes, then walked into the bedroom and lay on the bed while taking off his clothes.
He slept until after nine o'clock, then he took some clean clothes and went into the bathroom.
The best decorated place in the house is the bathroom. An He originally chose this house in a remote area because of its large bathroom.
He turned on the hot water, opened the notebook next to the bathtub, and sat on the rocking chair in the bathroom, rocking gently. The heating was still a few days away, and it felt like the warmest place right now was the bathroom.
After a short while, everything in front of me was filled with white fog.
An He stood up and took off his clothes. He reached out to wipe the mist off the mirror next to him. Looking at his body in the mirror, he gently tapped his chin with his fingers, then moved his fingers down along his neck to his chest and then down to his lower abdomen.
There were a lot of films stored in the notebook. An He randomly picked one and put it aside, then stepped into the tub and slowly slid into the hot water.
There was a pair of external speakers next to the laptop, and moaning sounds came out of the speakers, and the enclosed bathroom was suddenly filled with lust.
An He leaned back in the bathtub with his head resting on the pillow, looking at the screen which had become a little blurry due to the heat. The two men were entangled and twisting on the sofa. He slowly bent one leg, touched it with his hand, and let out a low sigh.
Circles of ripples appeared on the steaming water surface, expanding in all directions and gradually becoming more and more dense.
The cell phone thrown in the living room kept ringing. An He lazily walked out wrapped in a thick bathrobe and answered the call.
"Brother, you haven't come out yet?" Lin Ruoxue's voice rushed out.
"Take a bath." An He looked at the time. It was ten twenty. He had taken a bath for a long time today.
"Have you finished washing?"
"I haven't eaten yet."
"Come over and eat later. Hurry up. Today is Singles' Day and there are a lot of people here. Don't be afraid of not being able to get a taxi later!"
"I'll drive there. I don't drink." An He walked into the bedroom, turned on the air conditioner to blow warm air, looked at the closet, and wondered what to wear when going out.
"Don't fart in front of me," Lin Ruoxue said without thinking, "If you don't want to drink, don't come. Just continue soaking in your bathtub!"
After saying that, without waiting for An He to say anything, the phone was hung up.
An He smiled, took the clothes and put them on slowly.
He was already used to Lin Ruoxue's personality. They had been very close since high school and they were still in close contact. At first everyone thought they were in a relationship until Lin Ruoxue openly came out when she was in college.
He still remembered his mother's disappointed expression when she heard that Lin Ruoxue had come out.
An He went out ten minutes later. It was particularly cold today, but there were more people on the street than usual, and the streets were full of couples.
An He zipped up his jacket and reached out to hail a taxi.
After 20 minutes, he still didn't see an empty car. He felt a little depressed. Isn't it a singles' festival? Why would so many couples come to join in the fun? Do singles have the nerve to go out only when they have found a couple
After waving for a long time, he finally got into a black car without air conditioning.
After talking about boiling point, the driver looked at him and smiled: "Dude, are you really single? Going to the bar to find girls is not very reliable."
"Thank you." An He responded and turned to look out the window.
Boiling Point is one of the more popular bars in the city, and there are always performances during festivals.
An He has no interest in performing. He comes out just to hang out with his friends, a few single friends. He is usually tense at work, and only when he is with these friends can he relax a little.
When Anhe entered the bar hall, the performance had already started for a while. Several girls on the stage were dancing very passionately. They had taken off their tops and were dancing enthusiastically in their underwear. Anhe glanced at a few of them and his eyes stopped on the butt of a girl with particularly long legs.
"Are you stunned now? You'll be drooling soon. Did you bring enough paper?" Lin Ruoxue's voice sounded behind him, and then she slapped him on the butt.
An He turned around. He hadn't seen Lin Ruoxue for almost two months. This hot-tempered girl was much prettier. "Where is she?"
"Over there," Lin Ruoxue pointed to the opposite side of the field, "I called the manager specially today and took a closer table."
An He followed her to the opposite side, and as soon as he sat down, three empty cups were placed in front of him.
"Anzi, you are so mean. Several of us are waiting for you!" Liu Jiang shouted as he poured wine into the glass, his eyes still glancing at the girl on the stage.
"I myself," An He wanted to take the bottle from him, "Just focus on it, don't let it spill on my pants."
"Don't give me that!" Liu Jiang held onto the bottle tightly. "I'm concentrating on serving you. You can only pour half a cup at most... The legs in the middle are really beautiful."
An He turned his head and took a look. Not only did the woman have long legs, but her skin was also nice.
"Hurry up!" Lin Ruoxue patted him on the shoulder.
He turned back and picked up the cup. Song Zhibin, who was standing next to him, pointed at him with a cigarette in his mouth: "Don't stop."
An He smiled, raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass in one breath. He drank all three glasses without pausing. He put the glass on the table and frowned: "Give me something to eat. I'm burning to death."
Liu Jiang took a plate of snacks and placed it in front of him: "I haven't seen you lately. Is there someone watching over you now? A man or a woman?"
"Then why should I spend Singles' Day with you guys?" An He smiled, stuffed an apple pie into his mouth, leaned back in his chair and watched the girls on the stage taking off less and less clothes.
Dark and chaotic lights, interlaced figures on the stage, laughter and screams around, and the air mixed with smoke and perfume.
An He held the cup quietly and felt all of this. It was tiring but also exciting at the same time, going back and forth between excitement and exhaustion.
Lin Ruoxue and a few others were playing dice. She had already lost three times, but she was still having a great time, shouting at Liu Jiang.
When Liu Jiang called out 12 sixes, An He flicked the dice in Lin Ruoxue's hand and said, "Open, he doesn't have a six, not even one."
"Open!" Lin Ruoxue opened the dice cup and slammed it on the table. She had a 6.
Several people opened the dice cups. As expected, Liu Jiang didn't have a 6. The six on the table added together to make 7 6s. Lin Ruoxue laughed loudly and pointed at him: "Drink!"
"An He, your uncle..." Liu Jiang took a glass of wine and drank it, "You go ahead, let's fight it out."
An He pulled the collar of his shirt and was about to take Lin Ruoxue's dice cup when he suddenly heard the loud music disappear and a string of guitar sounds came out.
This sound was like heavenly music to An He's ears, which had been pounding on his chest like rocks by the explosive music all night.
He turned his head and saw that a drum set had appeared on the stage at some point. Several people were standing on the stage, and the one with a guitar on his back plucked the strings from time to time. When they were all standing in place, people around them started screaming.
"Hello everyone, we are Birdman," the person standing in the middle said into the microphone, amid screams and applause, "I wish everyone a happy Singles' Day. Those who have a partner can continue, and those who don't have a partner can work hard."
Birdman? An He thought he probably didn't hear clearly.
"It's so early today! It's not even 12 o'clock yet!" Lin Ruoxue took her bag and rummaged through it while leaning close to An He's ear and shouting, "Look at their drummer!"
"Drummer?" An He looked towards the stage. There was a person standing in the shadow behind the drum set. All he could see was the person's long hair and a black mask that covered half of his face. He was wearing tight leather pants and black leather boots. "Female? I can't see clearly."
"Use this." Lin Ruoxue took something out of her bag and handed it to him.
It was a small telescope. An He was a little speechless, but he still picked it up and took a look.
When he pointed the telescope at the man, the man just leaned forward and appeared clearly in front of Anhe.
Is it really a woman
Flat bangs, long straight black hair.
Beautiful eyes and straight nose not covered by the mask.
As the guitar sounded again, the drumstick was gently thrown up, spun twice in the air, and then fell back into her hand, and then the first drum beat was struck.
handsome!
An He called out softly in his heart. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, this feeling of being attracted to a girl and unable to look away.