On weekends, Shen Yumo took back the essays that the students had just written for correction. The third year science students naturally wrote argumentative essays. There was no doubt that the science students were logical enough, but some naughty students didn't write them seriously, and they finally finished it. Something is a bit overwhelming.
Jiang Ziquan, who was sitting next to him, was holding a paintbrush and watching Shen Yumo correct his homework. Shen Yumo's hand was holding a red pen with a thick top and a thin bottom, the kind of red pen that teachers like most. Students scored.
Isn't it the King of Hell who holds the judge? Even the dark teacher Shen appeared in his mind, wearing the black judge clothes that often appeared on TV.
Jiang Ziquan was startled by his own brain supply, and tried his best to look like he was working seriously.
After a while, I saw her beautiful eyebrows wrinkle, and she even turned the text in her hand to the front to look at the name of this person, and then put it heavily to the side.
Jiang Ziquan glanced at him and was secretly worried about this student. How bad must the writing be to make Teacher Shen so angry
She remembered the love letter she wrote in the second year of middle school, and she couldn't remember much about it, but she knew that the composition in school was based on punctuation. Wouldn't she be mad at Teacher Shen
"pat"
The sound was especially loud when it was quiet.
Jiang Ziquan was stunned. It turned out that her brush had fallen off, the tip of the front was broken, and a piece of white drawing paper had a few light marks on it. She calmed down and wiped gently Gone the black mark.
"What? No inspiration?" Shen Yumo pushed her eyes. She had seen her sitting there for almost an hour. The drawing paper was cleaner than her face, and she wondered if she had disturbed her. She is, after all, her eyes have hardly ever left her.
"No." Jiang Ziquan quickly turned the pen again to hide his panic. There was a teacher's wife who told a lie and was a little scared.
"Okay then, you can continue to draw." Shen Yumo ignored her and continued to lower her head to correct her homework, but the speed of correction was significantly accelerated.
Jiang Ziquan scratched his head, then took a small lamp from his bedroom and put it beside Shen Yumo. The warm yellow lamp hit Shen Yumo's face, forming a little shadow.
"The lights are pretty bright, aren't they?"
"I don't think it's bright."
Shen Yumo glanced at her suspiciously, and saw that she had begun to draw seriously, without speaking, and consciously shifted to her own composition.
For a time, only the sound of the red pen changing and the swishing of the brush could be heard.
"Jingle Bell"
Shen Yumo quickly covered the phone, looked up and saw Jiang Ziquan's strange look, knowing how annoying it was to be interrupted suddenly when he was working hard, and with a bit of apology on his face: "I'll answer the call."
After speaking, he trotted to the balcony, no doubt to give Jiang Ziquan a relatively quiet creative space. .
"Okay." Jiang Ziquan smiled with difficulty. As a person who likes to draw, there is nothing more irritating than when the model suddenly runs away while he is drawing. But when she thought that the opposite was Teacher Shen, she couldn't bear to make an angry expression, so the expression she showed was really indescribable.
It took a long time for Mr. Shen to answer the phone. She looked down at the unfinished painting, and made a few simple corrections, but she couldn't finish the painting without the model.
As soon as she turned her eyes, she turned to the composition texts, especially the composition that was set aside. She was curious about what was written in it to offend Teacher Shen, but she also knew that those children in high school were one This person attaches great importance to the right to privacy. Wouldn't it be bad if you took it secretly? Teacher Shen will be angry too, right
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Ziquan jolted, hurriedly sat upright, and said solemnly, "Painting."
Shen Yumo followed her gaze to the text of the composition, guessed a few points, with a suspicious blush on her face, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Jiang Ziquan's rare serious expression, lowered her head and said: "He's not as good as you."
Jiang Ziquan raised his eyebrows, what's better than me? painter? Looks
"Really. He has grown in vain for a year, and his writing is not as good as yours." Seeing that she didn't believe it, Shen Yumo couldn't help but put a bit of urgency on her face.
"I like your handwriting."
Shen Yumo's head was lowered even lower. She was glad that she didn't tie her hair up today. She felt that her ears were a little hot, and they must be very red.
Although Jiang Ziquan couldn't see the tip of her ears, she had seen her shy too many times. She was almost familiar with her. Although she was cute, she always felt that what Teacher Shen told her was not the same. Same thing
How to do
How to do
Can you tell me what she was thinking about
In such a good atmosphere, she really doesn't want to say what are you talking about
handwriting
handwriting! ! !
Wouldn't that be a love letter
Her eyes suddenly widened, and she didn't know if she was angry because the student confessed to her, or was a little shy because Teacher Shen said she liked her love letter
Seeing her face changing like a palette, Shen Yumo thought for a while that Jiang Ziquan was jealous because of that student, so she carefully observed her face, if that's the case, would it be too stingy
"He's just a student, me"
Hearing this, Jiang Ziquan gave himself a compliment in his heart. He seemed to have guessed correctly. He pretended to cough a few times: "Then can I take a look again?"
Shen Yumo pondered for a while, and carefully took out only the small note in Zuo Wen.
Jiang Ziquan was also thankful that he didn't really read the student's composition. He only wrote a neat sentence on it, "The firecrackers on the 30th night were loud, but I didn't think as much as I thought you would."
Jiang Ziquan's eyes widened again, this should be the legendary love story? I saw that Teacher Shen also wrote a simple comment with a red pen: "Wouldn't that be more noisy?"
"Pfft" Jiang Ziquan smiled unkindly. Is Teacher Shen so cute when facing students? She took two steps and leaned back on the table, returning the note to her.
Shen Yumo looked at her, and there was no need to come over to return the note. She felt a little hot, and her eyes were even hotter when she looked at her.
Jiang Ziquan turned his head and approached Shen Yumo's head. Seeing that her face turned a little red, she gently took off her black glasses with a little smile.
Although Shen Yumo is short-sighted, she can still see clearly at such a close distance. She has always known that Jiang Ziquan is very seductive when he smiles.
"What are you doing?" Shen Yumo's own voice came from his ears, it seemed a little soft
Jiang Ziquan approached gently, his forehead touched hers, his eyes looked straight into her eyes, and then his red lips lightly opened: "Yu Mo"
"Huh?" She hadn't called her name for a long time.
"Are you blind to see me?"
Shen Yumo: "..."
Jiang Ziquan was so close, so naturally he could see the smile in her eyes. It seemed that his wave of earthy words was not very good, but since those lips were so close, it wasn't once or twice. , She didn't think too much, and covered the red lips easily.
The hot breath sprayed on Jiang Ziquan's face. This feeling also fascinated her, but it was much better than the feeling that night. She couldn't help but lick the tip of her tongue, and she felt the person in her arms. It suddenly became extremely stiff, and she was still provoking her tongue wickedly.
At the end of the kiss, Shen Yumo felt numb on her body and her legs were a little weak. She was half leaning on the chair and panting, with a little mist in her eyes.
Jiang Ziquan looked at her with great interest. Seeing that her face was still blushing, and the tip of her nose was still sweating a little, she always thought that even if Teacher Shen was innocent, she would know more than the person who gave Teacher Shen her first kiss. Bar? Do you live to twenty-eight just to hold hands? Although she was very happy that it was like this, she couldn't help but smiled at her twice, but she received an affectionate glaring from Teacher Shen again, only to see her throat dry, and she just wanted to kiss again.
"Give me the glasses." Shen Yumo's voice was a little hoarse, obviously he didn't recover from the kiss just now, and Jiang Ziquan, who took advantage of it, naturally, he didn't have to, handed her the glasses with a smile, and put her mouth on her. After wiping off the lipstick, Mr. Shen doesn't seem to be suitable for this shade.
Shen Yumo put on her glasses, and Jiang Ziquan's delicate face became clearer and clearer. She could see a little dampness on her slender eyelashes, and she could see her earlobes that were pretending to be skilled in kissing but were still red because of it.
"My eyes are not good, it does not mean that my eyesight is not good."
Hearing her words, Jiang Ziquan was stunned for a while, his head was dizzy, as if his whole body was floating in the air, his eyes looked at her unconsciously, and at that moment, she felt that her whole body was glowing, her eyes were dazzling, making it easy for people to easily Those who are stuck in it, can't leave it, and don't want to leave.
It turns out that the person I like happens to like me like this
The person in the rain that Jiang Ziquan cared about seemed to be worthless at this moment. She believed in her, and she was also worthy of her own trust.
Shen Yumo, who finally came over, breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered the phone call she just answered, and said sternly, "My mother called me to say that my grandfather has a letter."
"What?" Jiang Ziquan blinked and forgot to correct the question of Shen Yumo's name. The whole person looked serious: "Is that the grandfather who accurately calculated the date of our wedding?"
"Well." Shen Yumo rolled her eyes at her and nodded again. She also wondered that this grandfather had not seen each other for almost twenty years. Although she knew that it was not too strange to live with his ability, she vaguely felt that this time Bad things will happen when you see grandpa: "He wants to see you."