"Shoot that person out."
Fu Nuan leaned against the man's arms, and he didn't react to what he said.
It was the dullness of these few seconds that made Rong and his eyes sink.
"Do you still want to continue receiving love letters?"
"No, no..."
The woman shook her head again and again, she didn't even dare to think about it!
"Tomorrow I will go to school with you."
Hearing this, he is going to do it himself.
"Or I will do it myself."
Fu Nuan thought for a while, and decided that it would be better to handle the matter personally.
Rong Yu... Well, the lethality is too strong, I'm afraid the opponent will be killed.
She thought about it for a while. In the school, all the teachers are students, and the male teachers in the office... It must be impossible, unless they are not afraid to offend Professor Yung.
Then the rest... can only be students.
"Sure you don't need me to go out?"
"I can solve it!"
Having narrowed down the possible range, it is not difficult to find that person.
As long as she finds the person and talks to him, the matter will be solved.
The man narrowed his pupils and believed her for the time being.
…
The next day.
Before attending class, Fu Nuan observed the students in the classroom again, and still found nothing wrong.
It seems... I can only use some small tricks to make that person appear by himself.
She did not show any abnormalities throughout the class, and taught as usual, allowing students to discuss on-site to invigorate the classroom atmosphere.
Just when get out of class was about to end, I said a digression—
"Everyone has come to my class for a while, and some of my classmates have been here last semester. I am familiar with some of you. Thank you for enjoying my Chinese class."
She scanned the classroom for a week, and then went on to say: "Recently, I received several letters from students. I am very grateful to this student for his love of me and the Chinese language class. I wonder if this student can stay after class and talk to me. talk?"
The classroom was silent.
"Well, that's all for today's get out of class. Class ends."
After finishing the course, Fu Nuan stood on the podium and did not leave.
The students in the classroom left in twos and threes, and finally three people remained.
Two of them packed up their books and walked to her, but they came to discuss the Chinese language class.
Only the boy in the last seat didn't get up and left, sitting still.
It was a boy with black-rimmed glasses, looking very gentle, sitting quietly in the corner with his head hanging down, as if immersed in his own world.
Will it be him
After explaining the problem to the two students, they left.
Fu Nuan raised his eyes and looked at the boy again, and found that he was looking at him. The moment his eyes crossed each other, he immediately lowered his head.
All the classmates are gone, only she and him in the classroom.
"Classmate, get out of class is over, are you still going?"
Fu Nuan asked tentatively, she was not sure, she could only judge from the boy's reaction.
The boy was excited and nervous, she... she finally saw him!
"me… "
He stammered for a long time, unable to say a word, his face flushed.
Fu Nuan frowned and walked towards him.
Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, the boy tensely grasped the corner of his clothes, his heart could not be restrained with excitement.
Just now in class, Mr. Fu said that he would... have a talk with him!
At this time, you can't persuade!
When Fu Nuan walked in front of the male student, the other party seemed to have made up a certain determination and suddenly raised his head to look at her.
What caught her eyes was a flushed face, which was somewhat familiar.
She thought about it carefully, searched for this face in her memory, and finally remembered her relationship with this boy.
In the class a week ago, Fu Nuan paid attention to this boy.
No, to be precise, she paid attention to his drafts.
It contains some insightful ideas, as well as poems written by the students themselves.
When she saw it, she asked: "You wrote these?"
The boy was taken aback, recovered from his thoughts, looked at her in a little panic, and nodded.
"You have a lot of ideas, and you write poems very well."
Fu Nuan smiled at him and encouraged: "Such a good original poem, you can share and communicate with your classmates in class, let everyone know your talent."
At that time, the boy looked at her blankly, and nodded for a long time, but didn't dare to talk to her.
Fu Nuan recovered from his thoughts, only to hear the boy's nervous voice: "Fu... Master Fu!"
She sat down opposite him, smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you."
After listening to her, the boy's nervousness was obviously reduced, but he still didn't dare to look at her directly.
She smiled and asked, "What's your name?"
The boy opened his mouth slightly, and said his name obscurely: "He... He Ming."
Fu Nuan nodded, "It's you who wrote to me, right?"
He Ming was a little embarrassed, but he nodded and admitted.
Seeing Fu Nuan didn't speak for a while, He Ming plucked up his courage and raised his head to look at her.
"I... Did I do something wrong?"
Fu Nuan sighed quietly and said, "No."
"Then teacher, do you hate me?"
"of course not."
Did she show annoyance? This boy seems to... think too much.
A hint of joy flashed in He Ming's eyes, and he asked, "Then do you like me?"
Fu Nuan:...
With black lines all over the head, this little boy's way of thinking is really simple and rude.
"I'm married, do you know?"
"I know... But, but I like you!" He Ming blushed into pig liver after he finished speaking.
Like, there is only one intersection between each other. Is this little boy too innocent
In desperation, Fu Nuan had no choice but to persuade with earnest words: "This is just an illusion of you. Because you rarely communicate with others, rarely contact others. In fact, as long as you take the initiative and talk to others more, you will find out. , Your feelings for your classmates are the same as for me, do you understand?"
What she meant was to tell He Ming to take the initiative to communicate with others and not to mistake the comfort of getting along with likes.
However, He Ming was immersed in her own world, and for her words, he caught the wrong point.
What the teacher meant was... Isn't he active enough in writing love letters
Should he go further and be more proactive
He abruptly stood up from his chair, "Teacher, I understand!"
He Ming's eyes were filled with excitement, and he blushed like a ripe tomato. He stared at Fu Nuan, sonorously: "I will work hard!"
After speaking, he ran out of the classroom carrying the bag, leaving the woman sitting in place, confused.
That posture shocked her.
But... does he really understand what she means
How do you feel weird
Hope he really understands it.
Fu Nuan thought so, but things did not move in the direction she thought. Regarding this, she understood the next day...