"Teacher Gu," the head of the teaching and research team looked at Gu Fei, "Didn't you say to wear a tie? I think you came here today with a tie?"
"There," Gu Fei pointed to a tie that was thrown on the table, "I will tie it again before class. I can't breathe anymore."
"Don't forget in a while," the group leader said. "Let other schools see the demeanor of our young teachers."
"... Oh." Gu Fei nodded seriously.
Gu Fei took the tie, rolled it up and put it in the pocket of his coat, then took the things to the classroom.
Today, his public class is a research class in the city. The school attaches great importance to it. He also pays attention to it. In addition to consulting with the old teacher, he even went to the old Xu's house twice. Although the middle and high schools are different, the experience can still be learned. Some.
When I entered the classroom, the students in the class were almost the same as usual, all of them seemed to be paralyzed in the next second, either lying on the table or leaning against the table.
He walked to the podium and threw the things in his hand onto the podium with a loud "bang".
The people below who were about to be paralyzed struggled and turned their heads to the side of the podium.
"Why don't you line up to blow the hair," Gu Fei looked at them. "Is the classroom too warm?"
From the paralyzed crowd came a high or low sigh, and slowly sat down.
"After a while, relax in class, just as usual. Don't follow the open class back to school. I can hear your bones clicking when I stand up." After Gu Fei finished talking and looked at the time, it was almost time. He took out his tie from his pocket.
To be honest, he has never worn a tie. This is the first time he has been in a market-level research class. When he asked him to wear a tie, he bought one. When I went out in the morning, I remembered and asked Jiang Cheng how to tie it. He forgot when he took it out.
Maybe it's a little nervous.
The habit of avoiding all kinds of public occasions, all kinds of collective activities, and unwilling to face the eyes since childhood has been written in his personality many years ago.
But from the time he was about to graduate, he had to bite the bullet to face it, starting from the trial teaching, to standing on the podium facing 40 or 50 students, and then to the open class.
If you say you don't adapt, you really don't adapt, but you can't avoid it as before.
It's just that this kind of tension and discomfort can't be completely eliminated in half a year. After all, this is only his second public class, which is still at the city level.
After watching the tie for a long time, he finally had to hold the podium and sighed: "Who can wear a tie?"
"I!"
"me-"
"I will! Me!"
There was a shout below, Gu Fei glanced, and pointed to his Chinese class representative: "You can teach me."
The class representative was a little boy. As soon as he stood up, he heard a sigh next to him. Gu Fei saw that he hesitated for a moment, and quickly knocked on the podium: "Hurry up."
The little boy came up, took the tie around his neck quickly, and fastened it three times, then pulled it off and handed it to Gu Fei.
"Awesome—" shouted again from below.
Gu Fei was also surprised, and asked, "Who did you learn from?"
"Watching TV," the little boy said, turning around and walking on, "a man's essential skill."
"Oh," Gu Fei couldn't help but smile, and after pulling his tie, he knocked on the podium, "I told you what I should tell you yesterday, so remember."
"remember-"
"Okay, thank you." Gu Fei nodded.
Jiang Cheng felt that he was sleeping a little bit like he was going to be a god. After Gu Fei went to work in the morning, he lay back down again. In his mind, he probably closed his eyes and opened them again. An hour passed.
It was probably because the curtains in the bedroom were replaced by thick linen blackout curtains by Gu Fei.
He checked the time on the phone, Gu Fei's public class should be on now.
He yawned, walked to the window and opened the curtains halfway, looking outside.
The steel factory is really unchanged for thousands of years. From his sophomore year to his senior year of graduation, the leaves have grown and fallen, the grass has withered, people have come and gone, those old houses, those gray streets, always It's all the same.
Every time Jiang Cheng came back, he seemed to walk into his memories.
It's also very good. He doesn't want to forget the memories left here, no matter how good or bad.
He stretched his waist, turned around and lay back, then clicked on the app again, ready to see what to order for takeaway at noon.
Gu Fei’s current school is not far from No. 4 Middle School, behind Gu Miao’s alma mater, where he used to go home for dinner at noon.
Jiang Cheng doesn't have the ability to cook lunch, but he still has the ability to order takeout for lunch.
Eggplant pot, duck in sauce, another soup, and...
The door outside was kicked twice.
"Come!" Jiang Cheng replied, jumped out of the bed, leaned over his shoes and opened the door.
Gu Miao dragged her skateboard in and sat on the sofa, then raised her leg pants, exposing her knees.
"Damn it," Jiang Cheng was stunned after taking a look. Gu Miao had a large abrasion on his left leg and knee, and blood was oozing out. "Did you fall?"
Gu Miao nodded.
"I'll get you medicine," Jiang Cheng opened the door next to the cabinet and took the medicine box out. "How did you fall?"
Gu Miao looked at him. After a long time, probably not knowing what to say, he grabbed a little cotton and started to treat the wound, and ignored him.
"I'm ordering takeout," Jiang Cheng took the phone and sat next to her, "What else do you want to eat?"
Gu Miao looked at the screen of the phone. Jiang Cheng helped her flip back and forth. Gu Miao didn't know how to read, mainly looking at pictures. Finally, she poked the meat and the sixtieth piece of the plum.
"Good." Jiang Cheng nodded and ordered several dishes.
In the past, Gu Fei helped her deal with the wounds of Gu Miao's fall. The reason was that Gu Miao was afraid of blood and tried not to let her see blood.
But Xu Xingzhi "relentlessly" pointed out that Gu Miao was not afraid of the blood's root event, and it was still Gu Fei's own fear.
Since then, Gu Fei has not helped her deal with the wounds, and taught her a little bit how to clean the wounds and apply medicine. Now she is not easy to get injured, and can deal with the wounds by herself, and she is also very skilled in her movements.
It looks cool.
"You are like a female killer every day," Jiang Cheng teased her. "Are you guys in the skate club afraid of you?"
Gu Miao glanced at him, smiled and said nothing.
"Your brother said that you have grown taller. Is it true that you have grown five centimeters in three months?" Jiang Cheng asked again, "You are a meter and five meters now?"
Gu Miao nodded.
"I can't see it." Jiang Cheng said. (End of this chapter)