The moon and people are still + extra

The time counted by seconds, and finally the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Like a paralyzed person who couldn't wait to go to the bathroom, I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the classroom like a wind.

Jing Yi's office is in the third room on the second floor of this building.

Half of the second floor of this teaching building is the teacher's office, and the strange thing is that this half of the second floor does not see sunlight all the year round, so it is very gloomy.

At first the school spread was quite simple, jokingly said that because the teachers are too cruel, so they should be placed in a cool place, so that the teachers can stabilize their coolness, but later the spread became more and more outrageous, even saying that because this place is far away from the mountains The underground tomb is the closest, so it is very cloudy, which is convenient for the headmaster to raise little ghosts and for the superior.

It is nonsense after dinner, just listen to it, but when you are in the situation, you can't think so.

There was only one light turned on in this corridor, and the echo was too terrifying.

I swallowed, thinking about asking Jian Jingyi for a while.

But this is the case, and I can't suppress my fear.

How much better I was when I was a child. When I encountered this kind of night road when I was a child, I could still run wildly and sing while singing, so as to embolden myself.

I walked with great strides, and finally came to the door of Jing Yi's office. Happily, her door was ajar, so I didn't need to let me pass because I knocked on the door and waited for her to open it, and then I was caught by a ghost because it was too late to open the door. tragic experience.

Haha, Keke you crazy.

When I entered, Jing Yi was alone in the office, sitting upright on the coffee table making tea.

If I remember correctly, this room was shared by her and her physics teacher. At that time, I was still wondering whether the two people, who were ten years apart in age, would get along awkwardly.

Seeing me coming in, she beckoned me to go, and I raised my foot and shouted on the way: Hello, Teacher Jing.

She smiled suddenly, her eyes seemed to say that I was out of touch.

Didn't we see each other? We haven't spoken for so long.

Alas, who did I learn the tone of this resentful woman from?

After sitting down, Jing Yi put the cup in front of me, gave me a smiling side face, and said: I brought the tea I mentioned at home last time.

This sentence accidentally fell into the ears of the physics teacher who opened the door and came in. She smiled while holding the cup, her eyes fell on the tea bag on the coffee table, and suddenly said: "If you want it, you are not willing to give it to the students." It's worth it.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at me, and I called out sweetly: Hello, teacher.

The teacher's voice finally didn't meet the physics teacher's gaze, but Jing Yi turned his head and gave me a special glance. This glance, which I analyze with my peripheral vision, can be called a review.

Such a good tea, do you understand? Jing Yi glanced at the cup of the physics teacher, then picked up the kettle in his hand, and said with a smile: Come, fill it up for you.

When she made such a move and compared it, the small teapot with soft lines was incompatible with the old-fashioned kettle with broken leather, and the thing of pouring good tea into a big cup made people feel like a waste of things.

The physics teacher smiled, and squinted at Jing Yi: Jing Yi.

The physics teacher took the book and left, even looked back at me before leaving, and then closed the door.

Then, the class bell rang very appropriately.

Jing Yi paused while making tea, then murmured, then turned to me and asked: Is there still class?

I shook my head: no.

She hummed and continued to pour boiling water.

I watched her move unhurriedly, because the sleeves of her jacket were a bit too big, and the other hand was pinching her, which seemed a bit old-fashioned.

Today, she wears a high ponytail, which makes the line of her chin more gentle. A little further up, there is a small mole on the inconspicuous place behind her ear.

It was something I hadn't noticed before, so I couldn't help but look at it a few more times, which made me feel a little crazy. I didn't come back to my senses until she turned her head and met mine.

Jing Yi smiled and asked: How is it?

how is it going?

I swallowed, and I couldn't help but glance at her mole from the corner of the eye. It looked brown, and the shape was not too round. invisible.

I noticed that my face was a little red. The ten o'clock sun only favored the place by the window sill for a moment, but I seemed to be burned by the faint heat it emitted, and it was very hot.

Very, very cute.I answer.

Jing Yi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again. This laugh accompanied her lowering her head and brushing her hair on her shoulders.

What are you thinking? I ask how your tea is.

I twitched, and finally came back to my senses completely, then nodded: It's delicious.

Jing Yi stretched out his hand, touched my head as before, and laughed: Why are you so cute.

This is not the first time she praised me for being cute. Although many people are misinterpreting the word cute nowadays, I am cute, so cute that Jing Yi wants to praise me repeatedly.

She also called me sweet in disguise.

So the sweet Cheng Keke seemed to have tasted the sweetness in the tea.

Putting aside those messy thoughts, this tea is indeed good tea. I drank a lot of it at home with my father, so it is easy to distinguish it from something as simple as ordinary.