Mr. Chinese

Almost the entire University of A knows that there is a He Xilang who teaches the history of modern literature in the Faculty of Liberal Arts. They all say that this He Xilang is quite extraordinary in terms of appearance and lectures.

People who have just heard this don't know what "extraordinary appearance" is, and they think it is a Mai Tai person.People don't explain it to him, but let him go and take a look, saying that you can understand it at a glance.

When the man saw himself, he suddenly realized: Hey!She looks so good-looking, no wonder she is said to be "extraordinary in appearance".

Because he is so good-looking, there are a lot of his fans in the school, and any class is packed.The other teachers are envious, of course it is hard to say it out, so I started self-hypnosis, we are attracting students based on our real talents and learning, so we don't rely on face like him.

As for being out of line in class, it's a matter of opinion, and many conservative teachers don't like him.

To put it more bluntly, it is to give students the right to choose independently, let them choose whether to listen to his class, and in what state to listen to his class.

To put it bluntly, he is irresponsible to the students, because he never cares about the students' listening status.In his own words, "It's the teacher's fault that the students don't listen. It's because I didn't speak well enough to attract the students' attention."

He never rolls names, even if there is no one in the audience, he can still give two full lectures.

Of course, it is rare for a student to be absent. He is so popular, even if it is the worst class of the day—the third class in the evening, the classroom is still full, and there are many other majors The students came to the class, stretching their necks, their eyes burning.

"Let's pay attention to this sentence. When I was a teenager, I saw a bee or a fly stop in one place. I was frightened by something and flew away immediately. But after flying in a small circle, it came back and stopped at the same place. I thought This is really ridiculous and pitiful. Unexpectedly, I have also flown back now, but I have made a small detour..."

This is Lu Xun's "The Lonely Man".

He Xilang said: "Lv Weifu was full of revolutionary enthusiasm in his early years, but the results of every reform at that time were not what he expected. When he struggled hard but still failed to realize his ideals, he became 'perfunctory and vague. Mud'. Lu Xun's article has made a good description of the state of intellectuals at that time."

Study committee member Xu Qiandeng sat in the first row. She was He Xilang's number one fan. The title of "Number One Fan" is her self-proclaimed title, inspired by "First Lady". "No. [-] fan" can't be ashamed of the title of "No. [-] fan", so she has a fixed seat every time she attends class, plus she has a correct attitude and excellent grades.

At this time, our "first fan" took a rare errand, and she was buried in her head, trying to write something in her notebook.

"I used to think that all teachers in the Faculty of Arts should be like this, and no matter how they look, their temperament should be elegant or funny, showing infinite elegance in their gestures. It was only later that I realized that the only person who still has this temperament is He Xilang .Equally good, are his knuckle hands."

After thinking for a while, Xu Qiandeng added after "hands with sharp bones", "And that tall figure, jet-black hair, high nose bridge, chiseled face, cool voice, beautiful thin golden body with one hand, Beautiful essays..."

Xu Qiandeng racked his brains to think what other words he could use to praise He Xilang, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.The "elegant and elegant" teacher in her novel didn't delay the class for half a second, and walked out of the classroom before the bell rang, as if she was looking forward to the end of get out of class more than the students.

"Ah, why did the teacher leave? There is another question I want to ask him." Xu Qiandeng raised his head and found that there was no one on the podium.

"Leave early," my roommate urged, "Go back quickly, it's so hot, and accompany me to buy a watermelon tonight."

***

Two minutes before the end of get out of class, He Xilang received a text message from Su Yuan, only a few short words: "Xilang help! Suxia Bar"

He called back immediately after class, but no one answered.

Su Yuan is He Xilang's undergraduate roommate. After graduation, he worked as a reporter for traditional media for two years. He was on business trips and was given money for transportation. Although he was busy, he lived a happy life.But then he didn't know what was wrong with him, so he quit his job and wrote poetry full-time at home.I have never heard of a few full-time poetry writers. Others write poems while doing XX. XX can be replaced by studying, teaching, working, being an official, having fun... all kinds of ways, and you will become famous when you write.

But Su Yuan is different, he is a dumb man who eats weights and is determined. He has been writing for four or five years, but he has not yet become famous, has no income, and has exhausted his savings. Now he is clinking poor, so he has to lower his status and write third-rate color novels to support himself.I can’t bear to eat meat buns that cost RMB 100 in the morning. Where can I go to a bar that charges more than RMB [-] for a glass of wine and charges tickets.

When He Xilang walked through the playground, he saw a group of people surrounded by candles. It turned out that there was a classmate who wanted to confess his love.Soon the female classmate appeared at the urging of her friends. At the moment when everyone was looking forward to it, the male classmate held a rose and said tenderly, "Can you let me be your boyfriend?"

"No," the female classmate shook her head very simply, "My boyfriend is He Xilang!"

He Xilang staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Upon hearing He Xilang, the onlookers became displeased, and almost quarreled with each other.

"What are you talking about, He Xilang is obviously my boyfriend!"

"He Xilang is my husband!"

"He Xilang is on my bed!"

"Don't act like this! It will damage the teacher's reputation! He Xilang is my husband!"

……

The male classmate who confessed was completely pushed away, no one knew his sadness, only the warm yellow candle flickered gently, as if pitying his broken heart at that moment.

There was a lot of noise over there, but a female classmate here took advantage of the east wind and ran into the candle circle: "Cheng Amei! Will you be my girlfriend?"

As soon as the words fell, another girl rushed over: "I... I am willing!"

The crowd of onlookers climaxed, and there was an intense shout.

"Kiss one!"

"Kiss one!"

"Kiss one!"

The parties were unequivocal, holding a passionate kiss.

He Xilang watched from the sidelines dumbfounded, people are more open now, but at that time, being gay was like a crime.Because he was worried about Su Yuan, he didn't dare to stay longer.After racing all the way, he was standing in Susha's bar in 10 minutes.

It was less than ten o'clock, and there was still a lot of vacancy in the booth. It was easier to find someone because there were fewer people, but he couldn't see anyone after walking around, and was stopped by two people to strike up a conversation and ask for a drink.He waved his hand and said that he was not free, and went to the bathroom again, but there was no one there either.He continued to call Su Yuan again, but no one answered.

He Xilang was a little slumped, and found a seat by the bar, but just as he sat down, a person came over.

"It doesn't catch your eye? Why don't we get to know each other?" The man was of medium build, with greasy hair, and looked a little greasy.

He Xilang's face stinks, tell him to go away.

The person who was rejected was not discouraged, but became more frustrated and courageous, and took another step closer: "Let me buy you a drink." After finishing speaking, he snapped his fingers, raised his hand at the bartender, and asked for a glass of water. This whiskey is served on the rocks.

He Xilang ignored him, went to the corner and called Su Yuan's cell phone again, but unexpectedly got through this time.The bar was too noisy, he ran into the bathroom in a hurry, his voice quieted down instantly.

"Xilang, I'm sorry... I was harassed by someone just now, but it's been resolved now..."

"It's fine," He Xilang breathed a sigh of relief, and complained a little, "It's okay, you should tell me anyway, don't you know I'm worried?"

"Sorry, sorry, I was too nervous and forgot," Su Yuan suddenly said "ah", and then quickly covered his mouth.

He Xilang asked: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, no! A wild dog suddenly jumped out in front of me, and it scared me. You know I'm afraid of dogs..." Just as the words finished, there was another muffled groan.This is great, it's completely trying to cover up.Seeing that He Xilang was silent, Su Yuan panicked and wanted to prove his innocence, "Really, it's just a wild dog. As an apology, I'll be the first to show you my new poem!"

"Get lost, who wants to see your rotten thing!" He Xilang scolded with a smile, "Don't think I can't hear it, whose bed is it now? Let me save your life, I can save your life, but your life depends on me It can't be saved."

"Honey, who was the wild dog you were talking about just now?" The man slapped Su Yuan while speaking obscene words.Su Yuan was anxious and annoyed, but he couldn't say anything.

Su Yuan has been malnourished all year round, his body can be described as skinny, except for whiter skin and better skin, it is completely useless, even he himself doesn't know why this man fell in love with him.

All the man's obscene words were transmitted to He Xilang through the phone, and He Xilang blushed when he heard it: "Alright, alright, go ahead, I won't disturb your good business."

After He Xilang hung up the phone, the greasy man came over again.He Xilang was already very good-looking, tall, thin and thin, with delicate features, but this time he came to look for Su Yuan, and he hadn't had time to change his clothes yet. His usual formal suit looked a little seductive under the ambiguous light.It looks really... very temperament of a people's teacher.

The greasy-headed man next to him swallowed his saliva, his naked eyes stuck to him like brown sugar, his delicate face, slightly sunken waistline, and straight buttocks... When the man came back to his senses, he found himself hands have been put up.

He Xilang narrowed his eyes, and before the man's hand touched his butt, he kicked him to the ground.

The greasy-headed man was a little dazed, he hadn't felt the elasticity of his buttocks in his palms yet, he didn't know why he was suddenly on the ground.That's not counting, the next moment, the wine bottle on the table next to him crackled and smashed on him, directly drenching him into a drowned rat.

"What the hell are you doing?!" the greasy-headed man yelled, completely angry.If he still wanted to fuck people just now, now he just wants to fight.

He Xilang didn't look at him, but said to the disturbed guests at the table: "I'm really sorry, if I knew he would overturn your wine, I would have kicked him from a different angle. I invited this table as an apology, I hope not It's causing you too much trouble."

Several boys began to boo: "The handsome guy is powerful enough, then we will not be polite!"

In order to treat guests, He Xilang also went to the cashier to buy a membership card.

"Damn, did you just leave after hitting someone?" The oily man chased after him.

"Then what else?" He Xilang sneered, still able to scare some people under the dim light.

It's a pity that He Xilang has the heart of a master, but he doesn't have the skill of a master.To sum it up simply, it is violent temper and fighting against the five scum.The kick just now was a perfect combination of the right time, place and people, and he played [-]% at his highest level.

When the opponent rushed towards him with a fist, He Xilang dodged sideways, imagining that he would dodge handsomely, but unfortunately he used too much force, causing his body to lose his balance... In the nick of time, he found himself falling into a generous chest.Even through the clothes, he could feel the hard muscles, and then opened his eyes, a powerful hand grabbed the oncoming fist.

"Sir, fighting is prohibited in this shop." The man behind him spoke in a low and indifferent voice.

This brave young man was wearing a uniform from a bar, and his shirt and vest set off his spirit. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were tight.

He Xilang was about to thank him, but the other party naturally grabbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear: "Teacher, don't be afraid, it's me."