presumptuous

Feng Jiuwang said "see you tomorrow", but he didn't see Yu Huan the next day.That person is on a business trip, and it is said that he is going to another place for exchange and training, and it will take about a week to come back.

The teacher didn't tell him anything.

This is also normal.

Therefore, when he heard the news, Feng Zhuwang just stuffed the French fries dipped in ketchup into his mouth, and after hearing a few words from the men and women around him, he changed the topic to another direction.

A group of them were sitting in a fast food restaurant. There were not enough seats, so two of them pulled two other chairs and sat down.Feng Ju looked too crowded, and wanted to get up and sit alone in a place where no one was around, but when Chu Xiayi found out, she pulled her hand quickly, gritted her teeth and whispered in his ear: "If you fucking dare to move today, you will die." gone."

Feng Juwang didn't move, not because he was afraid of her, but because he found it too troublesome, troublesome to speak, and troublesome to pull his arm out of the girl's hand.

This scene was seen by someone with a heart, and joked: "Only we, Xia Yi, can cure Feng Jiuwang."

Feng Ju didn't even raise his head, he just rolled his eyelids and glanced at the man.

The man immediately shut up, not making fun of himself.

They are discussing where to go to play at night, youth is a kind of capital for them, they can be squandered recklessly, they have endless energy and time every day, except for boring classes, everything can excite these young people.

But obviously Feng Juwang is not in this ranks, but he still plays youth games with this group of people.

This is really incredible.

But lately he's been getting more and more uncooperative.

Coming out of the fast food restaurant, stepping into the slightly tidal air of September, Chu Xiayi deliberately slowed down, and walked with Feng Jiuwang at the end of the line.

"If you don't want to play, don't come. Who are you showing this dead face to?"

Passing by the glass window of the shopping mall, the outlines of the two people were outlined. The handsome man and the beautiful woman were indeed a good match.

It's a pity that Chu Xiayi couldn't hold back her temper. Seeing that Feng Juwangniao didn't care about her, she immediately said sweetly: "Can you not pretend to be deaf?"

"Yeah." Feng Jiu agreed, and actually answered very honestly, "It's really a bit boring."

Chu Xiayi said, "Then get out."

Feng Zhuwang thought about it seriously: "Forget it, I'm still playing games when I go back to the dormitory. The roommate is not here, so random matching is too bad."

Chu Xiayi really wanted to roll her eyes, but she couldn't because she was wearing colored contact lenses today.

"It's not necessary, Feng Jiuwang, just to make your father unhappy and compensate yourself." She couldn't help but say a little more, speaking earnestly like a sister, "It's really unnecessary."

It's as if she knows everything.

Feng Juwang stopped, "I'm going back."

Chu Xiayi didn't react and couldn't help but look back.She has already stepped out of the scope of the glass window, and now the window only reflects Feng Jiuwang's figure and the passing crowd.

The glass illuminates the boy's tall and tall figure, and the world seems to be turning upside down, and the loneliness and joys and sorrows are reset.

Feng Zhuwang hooked the corners of his lips and raised a fake smile, "Suddenly I don't want to go, I'm going back to the dormitory to sleep."

The high-heeled shoes behind her rattled, and Chu Xiayi was walking in front of a group of people in a blink of an eye, and someone asked, "Hey, where is Feng Jiuwang?"

"Go back to the dormitory." The girl said the witty words to the point of indifference, and arrogantly brushed her hair, with a just right smile on her beautiful face, "Leave him alone, let's play with us."

Yu Huan has been feeling stressed in recent days.

Because no matter what circle of friends he posted, Feng Jiuwang, that little brat would give him a comment.

He posted pictures, and the boy asked him: Teacher, where is this?

He distributed local specialty snacks, and the boy said: Teacher, is this delicious?

When he posted about his training experience, Feng Jiuwang actually replied: Wow, the teacher is great, come on.

Yu also felt his scalp tingling when he saw that sentence, holding his mobile phone and thinking blankly, whether he should block Feng Jiuwang.

Otherwise, just delete him.

The female teacher passing by couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with Teacher Yu? Did you quarrel with your lover?"

"Huh?" Yu raised his head in doubt, "No."

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry?" The female teacher was ten years older than him, and she said lovingly, "Don't worry about falling out of love. With your condition, you won't have to worry about finding a good one!"

Yu couldn't help but sighed and rubbed the center of his brows.

Or pretend not to see it.

As a result, on the second day after returning from a business trip, in the corridor between classes, Yu Huan just left his office when he bumped into Feng Jiuwang.

Feng Jiuwang said: "The teacher replied to everyone else's comments but didn't reply to me." He always used those useless modal particles, and even pronounced that word very lightly, carelessly, looking evil and immature .

Yu also saw that he was wearing a hat, only his black sideburns were exposed, and he looked at him with his head down, which made him feel even more oppressive. Stand back again.

There is an age difference between them, as well as their seniority and status, it shouldn't be this way of getting along.

But the way the two are familiar with is too special. On such a drowsy night, lights and moths are entangled together.In addition to the identity of teacher and student, they have another layer of inexplicable relationship-one of them becomes the discoverer of the secret, and the other is the discoverer.

Seeing that Yu still didn't answer, Feng Jiuwang said again, "Is it because I'm special in the teacher's heart?"

Yu also immediately replied: "No."

"Well, I don't think so. The teacher has someone else in mind." Feng Jiuwang was as relaxed as saying that the weather is nice today, looking at Yu Huan, observing him, wanting to see his hasty and flustered expression.

He's been really boring lately.

There was a musty smell in the bones.

The family called a few days ago, and the woman asked him in a gentle voice: "Are you going home for the National Day? Yueyue misses you and wants to see you."

Feng Ju looked at the acid in her stomach, and wondered if someone had to cut her throat to make such a thin voice.

It's not him anyway.

After hanging up the phone, he thought of Yu Huan, and the man's voice was also thin, like a gentle breeze blowing into his ears.Compared with most boys, the voice is thinner, but it is not unpleasant, nor deliberately artificial, but soft and crisp.

He also thought that he hadn't seen Yu Huan for a long time, and he seemed to be going back to school tomorrow.

The days of boring to musty can finally come to an end.

Teacher, come and play with me.

The boy smiled a little, and didn't care much about the fact that the comment was not answered.

The two of them stood deadlocked at the door of the office until another student greeted Yu, and the stiff atmosphere was broken.

Yu also said: "Class will start soon."

Feng Jiu looked back: "Yes."

"...Aren't you hurrying to the classroom?"

"Hmm." The boy frowned and said while taking out his phone, "I forgot which classroom I'm in."

Yu Huan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't take any books at all, he thought to himself that he didn't come to class, maybe he just guarded the door and waited for him to come out.

Could anyone be so bored?

Yu is still not sure, because the object is Feng Jiuwang, it seems that anything is possible.

Feng Juwang asked about the class location in the group, and Yu couldn't leave even if he wanted to. The young man was tall and broad with shoulders, and his shadow made him unable to move.

"Have you had your hair cut?" Yu Huan continued to talk to the students as usual, at least not to make the atmosphere more awkward.

"Ah, um." Feng Jiuwang responded casually, pinching the phone with two fingers, looking at it from a distance and then closer, his brows were still wrinkled, as if he was entangled in something important, "Shave it."

He still spoke easily.

Yu also said "Huh?"

Feng Juwang put the phone back into his pocket, pinched the brim of the hat with his fingers, lifted it up and quickly covered it.

Those brows and eyes combined with the expression are really fierce.

Yu Huan showed surprise on his face, his eyes widened unconsciously, his mouth was not closed, revealing some white teeth.

"Why?" He couldn't help asking.

"The hair color has faded, and it's too troublesome to dye it again, so I just cut it off." Feng Jiuwang doesn't seem to care much about his hairstyle, whether it's beautiful or ugly, whether it looks good or not. Those things that boys and girls care about are divided into troublesome and No bother.

However, Feng Jiuwang belongs to the type of person who looks good even with an inch-shaved head, and he can control his face shape and temperament.This is given by parents at birth, and others cannot envy it.

"Just for you to see." He suddenly said very childish words, "It's too ugly and I don't want the teacher to see it more."

Does he really care or is it just lip service?

Who knows.

Anyway, Teacher Yu said kindly: "It's not ugly."

Feng Juwang smiled and nodded and approached Yu Huan.

He never knew what the safe distance was, and he didn't think about whether others would feel uncomfortable. These were not in his consideration, so when he was still very close to Yu, so close that he could hear each other's breathing, Yu still backed away up.

Feng Juwang frowned almost imperceptibly, expressing his displeasure, but it quickly dissipated, as if nothing had happened, the phone was placed in front of Yu Huan: "Teacher, do you know how to get here?"

Yu couldn't help wondering: "Are you really here for class? How do you usually get to the classroom?"

"Go with your roommate."

Yu also sighed: "It's just downstairs, I just happened to deliver the documents, and I'll show you the way later."

"Okay." Feng Zhuwang's eyes wandered on him, and he replied slowly, "Thank you, teacher."

They walked down the stairs, Feng Jiu looked at the document in Yu Huan's hand: "Wouldn't it be good to have the student union deliver it?"

Yu Huan asked with a strange expression, "Why? It's not like I don't have legs for such a short distance."

Feng Juwang walked a step slower than him, stepping on the steps to watch the whirling hair on the top of his head.Yu also had his hair done today, wearing trousers and a thin shirt, looking like a mature adult.

—he would have been a much older adult.

"Teacher, you are so strange." Feng Jiuwang said.

"What?" Yu also heard it, and turned his head dissatisfied. He wanted to say that Feng Jiu's expectations were not big or small many times, and he didn't take him as a teacher seriously.But what qualifications does he have to say, doing that kind of thing in front of the students seems to make it unreasonable to criticize it.

The coward shrank, only daring to tremble and sulk alone.

When he went down to the second floor, Yu pointed to the classroom for him, and the class bell just rang, so he gave him a little push, urging: "Go quickly."

Feng Ju looked back, the brim of his hat covered a shadow, and the color of his eyes was closer to black.

"Yu Huan."

This was the second time he called this name, and Yu Huan didn't even have time to respond.

"It always feels weird to call you teacher, but it's much more comfortable to call you this way." Feng Jiuwang said, "I can call you that, teacher? It was you who told me not to call you 'teacher' in the car last time." He said Skillfully playing with pronouns, every word fell on the tip of Yu Huan's heart and then fell heavily.

He hasn't forgotten that night.

And mentioning it over and over again, emphasizing——

I saw.

Cool mountains and towering nights.

The moist moonlight and you, and the two figures under the street lamp.

The bell for class has rung.

Yu Huan's throat tightened: "No."

You can't break this relationship, and you can't let the boy get ahead.

Feng Juwang frowned, as if some animal had fallen into the hunter's trap.

"Okay then," he said, "is the teacher gay?"