The morning reading time is from 7:10 to 7:40 in the morning. The teacher usually arrives at the school at 6:30, and he will go in to take the reading when he is ready in advance.
Pei Zhuo usually wakes up at 5:30, has breakfast, walks the dog, and then walks to school.
The weather forecast says it will rain today.
He brought an umbrella with him on the way there, and when he entered the office, he deliberately took it out and put it in a drawer, locked it with a key before leaving.
There was only a little drizzle in the morning, Lu Lin ran around the playground twice, wiped off his sweat and went to the classroom to prepare lessons. Holding the book in his hand, Pei Zhuo walked slowly step by step, wandering among the rows of tables and chairs.
"We'll see if he's clever as a wolf."
Students follow along and read aloud: "We'll see—"
Compared with Chinese characters, the pronunciation of English is tortuous and tortuous, and the small syllables are mixed together, which tends to turn into ambiguous whispers.
Pei Zhuo held the book and walked slowly, his clear reading voice had the quality of a movie narration.
Low back, clear, as if telling a story.
It's a standard Oxford accent.
“It's amazing how much pleasure you get out of the simple things in life, especially if you can't have them for a while… ”
Some students were secretly eating breakfast. As soon as they saw him wandering over, they hurriedly stuffed the sandwiches and pancakes back into the desks, grabbed the books and read aloud: "It's amazing—"
The teacher didn't seem to notice it. He kept walking while passing by, leaving only a faint aroma of the ocean.
The little girl blushed, and stuffed the half of the pancake into the innermost part of the table.
Lu Lin was sitting in the last row correcting the test paper. He didn't know from which paragraph, he began to read along with him in his mind, and even the rhythm gradually began to synchronize.
Change the title and read a sentence.
Change a line and read another sentence.
Gentle and gentle, calm and unhurried, every syllable is a pleasure to pronounce.
"We'll see..." he repeated in a low voice, barely audible.
After the morning reading was over, Pei Zhuo and the class representative explained the pre-class preparations for the meeting, and left the classroom with the books in their arms.
Lu Lin got up and walked over, stood in front of the podium where he had stood for a long time, and unconsciously smelled it.
There seems to be nothing, shallow and faint.
After the Chinese class, Mr. Zhao came in with a triangle ruler to prepare for class.
Old Zhao is very short, probably not even 1.6 meters tall, and he is a very funny middle-aged man.
As soon as he came in, many students came over and joked with him. Lu Lin said a few words to the class monitor at the podium, and turned to leave.
"Yeah, what do you think of Teacher Pei?" Teacher Zhao asked openly, "He's pretty good."
"Teacher Pei is my male god!" The math class representative looked dreamy.
"Yes—male god, male god!"
"Heh," Mr. Zhao touched his bald head, turned his head and looked at Lu Lin with a smile: "Aren't you all male gods in the past, Chief Lu?"
Lu Lin kept silent with a cold face.
Several students were discouraged and forced to change their words to smooth things over, while a few continued to insist on their own opinions: "Mr. Pei can recite Shakespeare off-the-cuff—and he looks really good when he smiles!"
Teacher Zhao smiled to save face for Lu Lin: "It's okay, anyway, my old Zhao is at the bottom."
"Brother Zhao, I am your diehard fan!"
"Brother Zhao will make it easier for the next exam!"
... Or there are too few homework assignments.
Lu Lin nodded to Lao Zhao, turned around and walked out.
Before meeting Teacher Pei, he had rarely seen such a male teacher. It can be said that he had never seen such a male teacher.
Not feminine, not squeamish, living a calm and casual life, leaving enough space for myself and others.
On the way back to the office, Lu Lin unconsciously began to think about things related to him.
For a long time, he only thought that perfume was something exclusively for women.
Strong and aggressive, sometimes sitting for a long time in a meeting will make your head swell from the smoke.
But Teacher Pei's existence is just like the fragrance beside him.
Light and calm, as if there is nothing.
Makes you feel very comfortable.
Pei Zhuo took Huo Lu out for lunch at noon, and he chose a small Japanese restaurant nearby.
Huo Lu can be regarded as the youngest head teacher in this class, with a lively and outgoing temper, but he knows what to say and what not to say.
She first cared about how he was integrating in the first class and whether he had encountered any troubles, and then asked if he was doing well recently, her parents missed him very much.
Wait until all the talk comes back before turning to the gossip.
"You...how have you been with Chief Lu these two days?"
Pei Zhuo glanced at the closed door of the private room, and slowly tasted Tang Yang's chicken nuggets: "It's nothing bad."
There is no private contact, no idle communication, that is, when the snacks are distributed in the afternoon, I will give him a piece.
"Ah?" Huo Lu looked disappointed: "Brother, why did you tell me that before?"
"What's the rush?" Pei Zhuo glanced at the gloomy clouds outside the window, and refilled her another glass of sake.
"For the first contact, let him take the initiative."
He checked the meeting schedule and evening self-study schedule, and the opportunity given by God was just right.
When it was time to get off work, the light rain outside started to fall.
Several umbrellas used in the office were borrowed, and the last folding umbrella stood alone in the corner.
Xiao Huang didn't bring an umbrella either, and he felt a little anxious when he thought of going home to cook.
"Teacher Pei," he asked tentatively, "Have you brought an umbrella?"
Pei Zhuo raised his eyes and smiled: "Take it, I have it."
"OK, then close the door when you leave."
"Um."
He glanced at his watch and waited another six minutes.
The language group meeting is almost over.
He picked up his bag and went downstairs, looked up and saw Mr. Lu pushing the door and coming out.
Pei Zhuo lowered his eyes, and walked slowly into the rain with his bag in his arms.
The rain is not too heavy, but after walking in for a while, you can get your hair wet.
Lu Lin originally planned to go upstairs to talk to the grade leader, but when he looked down and saw Pei Zhuo standing in the rain, he turned around and went to the office to find the umbrella.
... She is also a new teacher, so she should take care of her.
"Teacher Pei," he caught up with him in two or three steps, and called again: "Get under the umbrella."
Pei Zhuo's footsteps stopped, his soft hair fell down, dripping with water.
What Lu Lin originally thought was to lend him the umbrella, and go back to talk to the team leader about the education reform.
He kept his steps, saw the drops of water hanging on Pei Zhuo's cheeks and eyelashes, and changed his words by accident.
"Where does Teacher Pei live?" Lu Lin took a step forward, only thinking that he was going home on the way: "I'll take you back."
"Jinyuan Road." Pei Zhuo was a little apologetic: "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring my umbrella."
It only takes five minutes to drive there, very close.
Lu Lin hummed, and led him to the parking lot with an umbrella.
The single-person umbrella is not too big, Lu Lin saw that he was already half wet, so he turned the umbrella a little towards him.
The back of the hand was an inch closer to Pei Zhuo's ear.
Pei Zhuo was drenched in the cold, and the tips of his ears were red.
Fortunately, the location of the car park is very close.
As soon as I got into the car, the upper and lower radiators gushed out, and the rain outside became heavier.
The dripping rain fell on the windshield and car windows, like broken beads hanging down the curtain.
Pei Zhuo nestled in the co-pilot, took the paper towel handed over by Lu Lin, and wiped off the drops of water from his fingertips on his forehead little by little.
Lu Lin turned the steering wheel to change lanes in reverse, and drove him into the rushing traffic.
He seldom drove people in his car, and he had nothing to say for a while, so he turned on the car radio.
The deep and gentle female voice is singing English songs, which sounds warm on a rainy day.
Men are always sexy when they drive.
Control, control, have a sense of power.
Shifting gears, turning the steering wheel, and even looking up at traffic lights seem to add a bit of charm.
Pei Zhuo was very restrained in looking at him, and only glanced at the side of his face during the whole process.
The thin lips were slightly pursed, as if waiting for a kiss.
He didn't talk to Lu Lin, he just sat quietly in the co-pilot, and finally thanked him when he was about to arrive.
Lu Lin handed his umbrella to Pei Zhuo.
"Does Teacher Lu still have an umbrella?"
"Underground garage, it doesn't matter."
Pei Zhuo took the umbrella, looked down at it and smiled.
Lu Lin glanced at him sideways.
"Trouble for Mr. Lu."
Lu Lin said that it was no trouble, but the long honking of the horn from behind the car covered his words.
After the long chime finished, Pei Zhuo turned around to leave, but when he opened the door, he looked back at him.
"Mr. Lu, when the weather clears, I'll treat you to dinner."
Lu Lin responded.
Pei Zhuo returned home with Mr. Lu's little black umbrella on his front foot, and he called back on his back foot.
Ah Mao circled around his calf, and brought the plush ball to him to play with.
"Amazing, Brother Pei—" Huo Lu said while smoking a cigarette on the balcony, "Just after the meeting, I saw that Officer Lu took the initiative to hold an umbrella for you?"
Pei Zhuo picked out a dry towel to wipe his neck, went to the bathroom and spread out a bathtub cover, and put hot water in it.
"Well, I owe him a favor, and I will pay it back next time." Pei Zhuo spoke casually in private, his voice was lazy and had an ending, which sounded a bit seductive.
Huo Lu has long been familiar with her brother's virtue, clicked his tongue and said: "Then take your time to think about it, I will hang up first."
"Wait a minute." Pei Zhuo tested the temperature of the water, turned the faucet twice, sat by the bathtub and said slowly, "I have something to ask."
Eating is not just to fill your stomach and leave.
It is to let the other party see what kind of person they are.
"Teacher Lu in your language group, what kind of person is he usually?"
Huo Lu took another drag on his cigarette, rubbed his fingertips and said, "It's quite old-fashioned, it suits your appetite."
"He seldom surfs the Internet, doesn't play tricks, and even asks me what the barrage means."
Pei Zhuo narrowed his eyes and smiled.
It's good to have a simple temper.
When you are in a relationship, you can teach bad things a little bit.
"I don't usually play games, don't cheat with us, read books and practice calligraphy when I have nothing to do, and go to dramas and musicals on weekends."
Pei Zhuo hummed meaningfully.
"—Don't you go to the Poly Theater twice every day?" Huo Lu spat, "Why can't I meet a man who is right for me?"
"What else?" Pei Zhuo continued to collect information, unscrewed the lid with one hand, and poured some essential oils into the steaming bathtub: "Other hobbies?"
"Oh, there is one, I remembered." Huo Lu pondered: "He likes to build models, last time he built a Yueyang Tower, and it still shines, and it seems to be given to the students who have made the most progress in the class. "
"This is not bad." Pei Zhuo nodded: "I will go to the Eiffel Tower later."
"You've got it." Huo Lu said: "Last time I taught you how to fold a thousand paper cranes and taught you for three hours. You should challenge the less difficult ones first."
"Who said I want to do it myself?" Pei Zhuo dipped his toes into the water, looked at the ripples and blinked his eyes: "Of course I wait for Teacher Lu to teach me."