When Wang Zhao pinched the test paper and looked at the big red letters on it, he still remembered the trembling when he lifted the pen for the test.
He is not a knight, he has no weapons. When facing the monster, he can only pick up the branches beside him and wave it desperately.
Still failed.
When he failed, he flushed cold water for half an hour very masochistically, so now that he has a cold, he asked for leave, and the room was full of cold medicines.
Grandpa was not at home and went on a trip with his old comrades-in-arms. He was too lazy to buy cold medicine, so he drank hot water cup after cup.
He felt that he was really ridiculous and sad.
He breathed while holding the cup, and suddenly there was a knock on the door, who could it be? Takeaway? No point! Is it express
"You! Why..."
Wang Zhao remembered that he only told her yesterday that he was sick and asked for leave at home, and he didn't make it clear that he wanted her to come and see herself, let alone tell her where she was.
Of course Su Song knew what he wanted to ask, so he answered first, "I asked Team Lin."
Wang Zhao nodded his head to show that he understood, that kid lied to him that he would come to see him on weekends.
Su Song watched Wang Zhao stand still stupidly, and said, "Don't invite me in!"
Wang Zhao scratched his head, pursed his mouth and stepped back aside, making a welcome letter, "Mr. Su, please come in."
Su Song put the things on the coffee table and turned out the granules, "Bring you some cold medicine."
Wang Zhao looked at her giving himself a granule, and instantly felt that he was not pitiful. After taking a sip of the granule, he took the initiative to talk to Su Song about the result, "I still failed the test."
Su Song nodded, "Yeah."
"Nothing?" Seeing that she had no other reaction at all, Wang Zhao was very surprised, shouldn't he comfort him
Su Song asked back, "Do you want to hear me say it again,'Go up every day, work hard'?"
In the past two years, Su Song really watched too many students who asked her to talk to her and needed encouragement because of poor grades. She was almost numb.
But when facing students, she still had to say something very good. But facing Wang Zhao, she inexplicably just didn't want to embarrass herself to say those chicken soup words.
Wang Zhao shook his head with an expression of disgust, and looked at the things Su Song had bought.
Wang Zhao's hand stopped on a bag of mung beans, and he raised his head and asked Su Song, "This?"
Su Song is still faint on the surface, but he can't really calm down in his heart, "I remember you said once before that you really wanted to drink mung bean soup."
Wang Zhao braved the stars and asked, "Will you make it for me now?"
Su Song nodded and Wang Zhao smirked.
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"Ms. Su, let's ask and answer quickly after playing!"
Wang Zhao pretended to be holding the microphone, and after speaking, he moved from his mouth to Su Song's.
Su Song was standing by the sink washing mung beans. After hearing this, her hand stopped, and the tap continued to flow.
Perhaps at such a moment, Su Song wakes up for a moment from his behavior, what is he doing
Although they were almost certain of each other's minds long ago, they have always been careful with each other and dared not take another step. So now I have come to his house by myself, so what is this
Su Song's mouth opened halfway and stopped. He didn't quite understand what he wanted to ask, but he was very clear about his current mood. It was like the water, and he was very upset.
Su Song knew that the teenager was not as temperamental as her, and could tolerate it.
There are too many things he wants to get a response clearly, and he has been holding back for a while. A long time ago, Su Song knew that according to his temperament, he would definitely find time to continue picking which pot or not, and would not leave her enough time for mental development.
Su Song turned off the faucet, cleared his throat, and stared at him without speaking.
Wang Zhao had already retracted the microphone and stared at her, complaining, "What are you doing! It looks like he's going to eat me."
"Those questions, will my answers affect the definition you have already identified?"
Wang Zhao smiled scornfully, pretending to be an idiot, "What are the problems?"
Su Song chuckled and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" It means that if you continue to pretend to be a fool, I will ignore you.
"Okay! I lost." Wang Zhao stomped his feet to express his anger, took back the smirk, and said seriously, "My answer, no."
Su Song said lightly, "That's fine."
Wang Zhao knew that what she meant was that my answer was not as important as you thought.
"No, it's important."
The tone is affirmative and can not be rebutted.
There is a very lively night market nearby, so when each other is quiet, the sound of the city breaks in like this.
The sound of cars, the sound of advertisements, and even the noise of noise.
Su Song stared at him blankly, thinking that he just said that he lost, but in fact it wasn't, she lost.
When he just said "very important", the touch in his heart was very strange. She didn't want to cry or laugh. She was neither sad nor happy, but an unexplainable loss and regained mood.
But, who can tell her what she has lost? What's back now
She wondered for a moment, is this a dream
In a daze, Su Song saw Wang Zhao and smiled meaningfully again.
The inexplicable ruffian, the inexplicable bad, the inexplicable makes people feel good.
The evening breeze brought by the window made Su Song awake, his heartbeat was real, his feelings were real, and the boy in front of him was also real.
This is not a dream.
Su Song turned around, turned on the faucet and continued to wash the mung beans. With the sound of water, she said, "I think it's the same as you."
Her voice is very small, and the sound of water is loud.
She was praying, he could hear, she was praying too, he didn't hear clearly.
"Then have you thought about it?" Wang Zhao stepped forward and reached out to shut the faucet off, looking at her calmly.
"What did you think about?"
Sometimes, people always deliberately do not finish speaking, so the listener can only ask along the way.
"I want to tell you that no matter what the future will be, I am very happy and grateful. During this young time, I can have you there." After a pause, Wang Zhao continued, "Sometimes I will also fantasize. When I have grandchildren, I don’t care if they want to listen. Father, I just want to nag with them. I spent this wonderful young time with my teacher Xiao Su."
Finally, he added, "And because of her, I'm better."
Su Song said straightforwardly: "How old is he! I want to be a grandfather in the future. Do you have an object?"
After speaking, Su Song realized with hindsight what he had said.
She laughs at herself, isn't it just the words of her head that are the truth
The voice of the city was suddenly emptied again, and now only the fierce heartbeats of the two of them were left.
The heartbeat of being very close, the heartbeat of bells and drums contending.
Wang Zhao hugged her from Su Song's back, with his chin resting on her shoulder, "I, isn't this holding my object anymore!"
The atmosphere, actions, and his words... are too... so what...
After a little cranky thought, Su Song bit his lip and said, "Hugh is rude."
Wang Zhao smirked, "Teacher Xiaosu, what do you want?"
Su Song blushed, a bit dumbfounded, trying to free himself from the hand he was holding. How could someone like Wang Zhao let her succeed at this time
Under the night, there are too many things and emotions, unclear, unclear.
It's so overwhelming and overwhelming.
After all, Su Song has always been a sober person. She thought soberly, this point in time, right
When she thought this way, she wanted to tell him all at that moment, all her feelings for him, and even those expectations. However, the more sensible part dragged her to death and warned her that Wang Zhao had to take the college entrance examination, so there should be no slight difference.
Although it won't be long before that identity barrier will be eliminated, they can lose the teacher-student relationship.
However, not now.
Su Song slowly calmed down and asked him, "Wang Zhao, which school do you want to take the exam?"
"I'm very curious, what it's like to be your junior." Wang Zhao had already checked that the physics department of Su Song's alma mater was pretty good. I just don't know if I can pass it.
"Then... Come on!"
"it is good."
Wang Zhao knew that although the reality was very shocking, it was enough for her to have this sentence. Enough for him to hold up the next expectation.