Si Yajing stood at the corner of the wall near the back door, raised her head to look at the two or three meter high wall, glanced at Wen Liang with a half smile, and said, "Is this the method you mentioned?"
With Wenliang's thick skin, he rarely felt embarrassed and smiled awkwardly: "In an emergency, we have to make decisions based on the circumstances. We are not particular about small details when it comes to big things..."
Si Yajing spat at him, frowning slightly, looking a little embarrassed. Wen Liang advised: "If it was any other time, it would be fine, but today is a special case, so special things should be handled specially. Teacher Si, please bear with it. I will help you vent your anger in a few days and teach Old Liu a lesson."
"Don't make trouble! He is old and it is not easy for him to find a job. Even if his words are a little unpleasant, we just have to endure it. Don't make trouble, okay?" Si Yajing glared at Wen Liang with her almond-shaped eyes and warned him with the authority of a teacher, but the intimacy and familiarity in her tone was fundamentally different from that of other students.
"Okay, I'll endure it. Maybe one day I'll become a Ninja Turtle!"
Si Yajing stretched out her jade-white finger and tapped Wen Liang's forehead. She couldn't help laughing and said, "You're still talking about Ninja Turtles? I think you are the Monkey King, as naughty as a monkey."
The music on the loudspeaker had already started the second period of radio gymnastics. Wen Liang felt the coldness on Si Yajing's fingertips and smiled, "Teacher Si, make a decision quickly. It will be too late if you delay any longer."
There is a small forest in this place, with a thick layer of dead leaves on the ground. It is remote and it is difficult to see people unless you get close. Apart from the squeaking sound of the leaves, it is quite safe. Si Yajing looked around and shook her head again, "What would it look like if I climbed over the wall? No way, it will never work!"
Wen Liang could hear her tone soften, and hurriedly said, "Business is more important. It's just climbing over a wall, it's no big deal. Don't worry, if I don't tell you, no one will know. Teacher Si, do you still not trust my character?"
Si Yajing had actually been convinced by him. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "But it's so high..."
Wen Liang patted the sycamore tree beside him and said jokingly, "Since humans climbed Mount Everest, height is no longer a problem. Do you know why I chose this location? After countless martyrs tried their best, it was confirmed that there are seven breakthrough points in the wall of No. 1 Middle School. Because of this tree, the success rate of climbing over the wall from here has reached an astonishing 100%. You step back and watch me."
Si Yajing took two steps back and said, "Okay, so you are still a habitual offender. Be careful!"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Liang chuckled, put one foot on the wall, and the other on the tree trunk. He stretched his hands between the tree and the wall, and used his hands and feet to climb up quickly like a gecko. When he was still a little distance from the top of the wall, he exerted force with his feet, turned his waist, and sat on it steadily.
Si Yajing was stunned and exclaimed, "Ah?"
Wen Liang leaped down from the top of the wall, clapped his hands and said, "It's very simple, right? Just step up like I did just now, and I'll help you keep an eye on it from below."
Si Yajing's voice was as small as a mosquito's hum: "I... I have never been good at sports since I was a child..."
Wen Liang tried hard not to laugh out loud and said, "This mainly depends on your coordination. The points of force of your hands and feet follow the rhythm. It doesn't take much effort. Try it. It's very simple!"
With Wen Liang's encouragement, Si Yajing tremblingly placed her left foot on the crack of the bricks on the wall, stretched out her hands, and imitated Wen Liang to support the tree trunk and the wall respectively, but she dared not leave her right foot off the ground, let alone to push against the tree and climb up. Wen Liang saw that she had tried several times but still failed, so he had to squat down and grab her ankle, saying: "Relax, relax your body, step here, yes, use your toes to push, and rise!"
"Okay, like this, come down and hold the tree with your right foot, keep your hands balanced, and step up with your left foot. Yes, right there, there is a crack, you can step on it with your toes... Be careful!"
Si Yajing followed Wen Liang's instructions and raised her left foot, tentatively stepping into the crack of the wall. At this moment, her body was suspended in mid-air, and her black hair rolled back like a waterfall into the galaxy.
Wen Liang had never thought of her in any special way. Just as he turned his head away, Si Yajing's left foot slipped and she lost her balance. She screamed and fell to the ground. Wen Liang was quick-witted and rushed forward, holding Si Yajing's body with both hands. However, the dead leaves under his feet pushed him and he was weak. Even though his lower body was more stable than many people, he accidentally slipped and the two of them fell heavily to the ground while hugging each other.
Si Yajing was already terrified in mid-air, and she was even more frightened when she fell down. In fact, it was not that high from the ground, but women are always born timid. She closed her eyes and prepared to have a close contact with the ground, but was hugged tightly by a pair of big hands.
Si Yajing calmed down a little, stood up and said thank you.
A teacher is someone who imparts knowledge and resolves doubts. Chinese people value respect for teachers. The relationship between teachers and students cannot be said to be ice and fire, but at least it is not an equal one. Therefore, teachers must maintain their dignity and keep a certain distance from students. Female teachers in particular must pay attention to their manners and makeup, be dignified and generous, and not be too close to these sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys. If Wen Liang had not lived two lives and his speech and behavior were fundamentally different from those of his peers, it would have been almost impossible for him to become friends with Si Yajing in such a short time. Even so, he rarely saw Si Yajing shy. To be honest, it was a wonderful feeling to watch her face slowly turn red from such a close distance, as if she was covered with a layer of sweet strawberry milkshake, and her eyebrows, eyes and lips were filled with an intoxicating shyness.
"Teacher Si..."
Hearing Wen Liang's cry, Si Yajing suddenly woke up, propped herself up with her hands and moved, and said angrily: "Why don't you take your hands away?"
Wen Liang immediately retracted his hand, and Si Yajing struggled to get up. Wen Liang was very smart and knew how to make everyone forget what had just happened. He joked, "Teacher Si, I think you are not bad at sports, but you chose the wrong sport. You should not practice climbing, but diving..."
Si Yajing knew that it was just a coincidence, but she still glared at Wen Liang and said, "Then you should go practice baseball, you will definitely be able to catch the ball accurately..."
Thinking of the later explanation about first base, second base and third base, Wen Liang did not respond. Instead, he looked up at the wall and said, "What should we do now? Plan A has failed!"
Si Yajing was still frightened and said, "I think I'd better forget it. I definitely can't get over it. It's too dangerous. If it weren't for you, who knows what would have happened."
Wen Liang thought for a moment and said, "Now that we are here, we can't give up halfway. Let's try this..."
After trying a few more methods, Wen Liang finally realized that Si Yajing's athletic ability was completely inversely proportional to her figure and appearance. He said helplessly: "Okay, it seems that I can only use this last trick."
Si Yajing asked in surprise: "Do you have any other solution?"
"Haven't you read in martial arts books that the best swordsmen all have a life-saving trick hidden in their back pocket?"
Wen Liang bent down and squatted, holding his hands against the wall, and said, "First step on the thighs, then step on the shoulders, and I will carry you up."
Si Yajing was unwilling to do that and said, "No, what if I hurt you? Well, the meeting is not important, so I won't go. The worst that can happen is that I will be criticized by the principal."
The radio gymnastics had already reached the last section, and Wen Liang urged, "Come up quickly, it's okay, you can't hurt me if you do it so gently, don't waste time."
Si Yajing gritted her teeth, took off her shoes and threw them over the wall, then she stood firm with her hands on the wall and said softly, "It's OK."
Wen Liang used his legs to slowly stand up. Si Yajing floated up the wall. She couldn't help but be happy. She was as excited as a little girl and said, "Wow, I'm up!"
"Nice view, isn't it?" Wen Liang joked, and quickly climbed up. This side of the wall was the school's boiler room, and there were not many people there at this time, so he jumped down, and then let Si Yajing use the same method to step on his shoulders to get down.
After landing and standing up, Si Yajing said thank you and was about to go look for her shoes when suddenly a man came out from the other side of the boiler room and said, "Okay, but I caught you red-handed."
(My cold got worse and I feel dizzy. This chapter was a bit rushed, please forgive me)
Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.
Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.
Endless toil in the.
Today the heat of summer comes to my window and whispers: the bees are singing in the palace of flowers.
This is the time to sit quietly, facing you, singing the song of life in this silence and endless leisure.
Pick this flower and take it away without delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
I received an invitation to the world's festival, my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful sights, my
The ears also heard intoxicating music.
My task at this banquet was to play music, and I did my best.
Now, I ask, has the time finally come when I can go in and see your face and offer my silent respect
Gift? I am only waiting for Love to finally give me into His hands. This is the reason for my delay, and I am responsible for this delay.
They want to use laws and regulations to tightly bind me; but I always hide from them, because I only wait for love, (to be continued)