Her father is a teacher

"Teacher." The girl's Qingwan voice spit out the address neatly.

Zheng Nianchu's eyes followed the wrist and hair band, looking at that face, a kind of tenderness like the years moved her.

She turned her head away and looked back at Lin Zhengwang in front of her.

"Come in."

The office was quiet, Lin Sheng walked over, the brass stars on the headband struck together, making a very slight tinkling sound, which was audible because it was too/quiet.

very clear.

Lin Zhengwang introduced her to Lin Sheng: "This is Nianchu, you will take her to the classroom later."

Lin Sheng understood, turned his head and smiled at Zheng Nianchu: "Hi, I'm Lin Sheng."

If it wasn't for her height, Zheng Nianchu would have thought she was her mother.The gradually blurred memory seems to have found an entity that can be attached, and that kind of gentle face is being portrayed, deepened, and approaching the eyes one by one.

Without Zheng Nianchu's response, Lin Sheng tilted his head, still maintaining her sweet smile.

Zheng Nianchu immediately pulled himself out of the chaos: "Zheng Nianchu."

Lin Sheng laughed again: "I know."

She lowered her eyes, a strand of hair fell from behind her ear to her cheek, and she could still see the smiling curvature of the corner of her mouth and cheek.

Elegant, elegant.

The image of the mother was once again separated. The mother is gentle, pure gentleness. In Zheng Nianchu's heart and memory, there is no other attribute.

Pure, utter tenderness.

As for Lin Sheng, it was probably mixed with some other nature.

Zheng Nianchu's response was cold in itself, making her smile awkwardly warm.That's right, there is no "Hello" and no "I", just a name, which is both indifferent and rude.

This is not what Zheng Nianchu thought, she has no one to teach her, and she is taciturn, she speaks and acts according to her own understanding and experience, but she is still young and has no experience, so she speaks like this.

What Lin Sheng pointed out was precisely her little-known politeness, giving a response after someone introduced herself, even if the response was a bit silly.

After Lin Zhengwang had already introduced her to Lin Sheng, he did not need to tell Lin Sheng his name, but insisted on responding to others because he couldn't speak.This is the etiquette that Zheng Nianchu has not been taught for many years, and he groped for it by himself.

There is still some paranoid alienation in these politeness: I'm sorry, it's too difficult to get along with people, please stay away from me.Such a sense of distance is placed before politeness, making the listener frown.

Lin Zhengwang understood.He sighed silently in his heart, but his face was still kind: "Okay, it looks like you will become good friends. Lin Sheng," he looked at his daughter, "take care of Nian Chu in class."

After listening to this in a daze, Zheng Nianchu still had no expression on his face.She didn't know why Lin Sheng needed to take care of herself, and she didn't know why she needed to be taken care of in others' hearts. These were not words that normal transfer students and their new class teachers needed to use at all.

But she could vaguely feel the kindness of the two people in front of her.

No, only teachers.

She couldn't feel Lin Sheng's kindness.

I heard that children are very sensitive to other people's attitudes and emotions. When You Min came to her house when she was seven years old, she discovered the other party's ignorance and hostility towards her.At the time she thought her feelings were wrong, because her father had told her time and time again that the new mother was a gentle and caring person, and she believed it.

Putting aside my sixth sense, I planned to actively show my favor and cooperation, and then I was severely slapped in the face by the result.

She feels right.

Since then, her sensitivity has never degenerated due to growing up, so when she didn't receive the same kindness and kindness from Lin Sheng as her smile, she chose to believe in herself.

Lin Sheng didn't like her as much as he showed on the surface.

But facing such a deceptive gentleness, Zheng Nianchu couldn't immediately take back the intimacy she secretly released, so he just followed Lin Sheng out of the office.

"I don't know if you saw it when you came, but the playground is on the side of this teaching building."

"There are toilets at the end of each floor. This should be very important." Lin Sheng laughed, his eyes reflected the sunlight, twisting the sunlight into starlight, brilliant but not dazzling.

"Our class is on the fourth floor, turn right from this staircase, the second classroom."

They turned half a corridor from the second floor and went up four flights of stairs. In the middle, Lin Sheng introduced the school, cafeteria, dormitory, and canteen to her very responsibly, without being perfunctory because of emotion.

Zheng Nianchu listened to these words, and didn't want to give her too much response, she wanted to take back those close friends who had been secretly released bit by bit until the two sides were equal.

Just like that, they arrived at the second classroom on the right on the fourth floor that Lin Sheng had mentioned, and the teacher nodded and allowed them to enter the room.

Very novel, very strange experience.Zheng Nianchu sat in the classroom, sitting in the back row, still able to detach himself from this strange environment.But the wall was behind her, and she was still in the middle, surrounded and wrapped.

She didn't know the people around her, but they knew each other.They are the same, only she is different.

They were a flock of domestic chickens, and she was an exotic crane, or she was the domestic chicken that was put in a flock of wild cranes.In short, they turned their backs to themselves, refracting their eyes to the teacher's glasses and peeking over.Some turned their heads directly and squinted at her from the side.

In fact, she didn't feel cramped, she just concentrated on listening to the teacher's class.

This is a math class and she is good at this subject.Even if there are no books, she is not worried that Huaihai City will have content that is ahead of her previous school. Mathematics is taught step by step before high school, simple algebra and geometry.

However, although she understands the content, the occasional dialect makes her struggle.Especially when the students burst into laughter, she moved her eyes slightly, seeing the situation of a class, she didn't know what the weirdly pronounced verb just now meant.

This is, the gentle squad leader quietly turned to look at her with her sweet smile.Immediately, this joke was let go by her, and there was no need to be entangled.

When the warning bell for the second class rang, the English teacher was waiting at the door with folded arms to change places.The math teacher inadvertently caught a glimpse of the sharp eyes behind the pair of glasses, smiled embarrassingly, and ended the first half in half a minute.

However, halftime is gone.

The leaves of the trees in early autumn rattled, and when they reached the fourth floor, there was only a small canopy left, with dozens of scattered leaves swaying to and fro, conveying the signal of the wind.

Even English is different.The teacher's voice is very strong, and he repeatedly instills knowledge points.To be honest, there is nothing wrong with her. Her English is very good and she can understand it, but it takes a little time to react.

Dengdeng.

Zheng Nianchu looked up from the daze, and the teacher stood beside her seat, looking down at her: "Tie up your hair."

If you look around, there is indeed no one with loose hair except Zheng Nianchu.Her long hair is like a waterfall, covering her thin figure and soft cheeks.

There is such a thing in the school rules, and she didn't say that she would rebelliously refute the teacher's ideas at this time.It's just that she hasn't tied her hair for a long time.

Her hair was black enough, smooth enough, and it simply fell down. In the previous school, no teacher questioned her, and even more exaggerated styles than hers abound.These are things that parents have to worry about, and the school just turns a blind eye.

So, now that the teacher came aggressively to give the new students a bad start, Zheng Nianchu couldn't find a hair tie to tie his hair.

However, the teacher didn't realize that the new student had fallen into this situation, and only saw her eyes looking at him, which seemed to him to be indifferent, a kind of silent confrontation and resistance.

She looked at it and felt angry, and said that she was really a second-generation official, so good at showing off at such a young age, she would have to embarrass the teacher when she arrived at the new school.I will teach her right away.

The anger was very obvious, Zheng Nianchu saw it, but still didn't open his mouth to explain it to him.Lin Sheng walked over.

"Teacher, I have a hair tie here." The black hair tie on her white wrist is very conspicuous.

A war of misunderstandings died down at the first sign.

The eyes of the whole class basically turned around, some were watching the excitement, some were looking at the beautiful girls, and some were curious about the new classmates.

This is undoubtedly a small city, but as No. [-] Middle School No. [-] Middle School also has its own rules.In such an atmosphere, most of the students are very restrained and well-behaved.However, human nature is such that it is absolutely impossible not to look at new students when they come, especially these extremely young people.

So taking this opportunity, those people looked straight at it with their own eyes with various emotions.

Lin Sheng received these hidden messages from the peripheral vision of these people, and she even saw the thoughts on the faces of a few people without concealment: it's just that the hair is blocking it, and it might not look good at all when tied up.

She understands that the thoughts in people's hearts are difficult to control, so the law never stipulates that radical thoughts are crimes.

But she is also very curious, what kind of face and ears are under the long black hair, will it destroy the existing beauty?

Her eyes were fixed on her like everyone else's, watching her unskillfully hold the headband, and the black and smooth hair poured out from between her white fingers, flowing into thin streams one after another.

Soon, the hair around the ear was lifted, and Lin Sheng saw a cute ear.

It was a little windy, and the light and shadow came through to give Lin Sheng the illusion of an elf.

No doubt, it's still pretty.This good looks is even more intuitive and clearer.

God testified, she was attracted by such ears.

After the hair was tied, the teacher's anger level was still not low, and he asked, "Where's your book?"

The thoughtful squad leader immediately claimed his mistake: "I haven't taken her to collect it yet, or should I go get it now?"

"If you go to get it now, will I still bring the whole class to wait for you to go to class?"

Lin Sheng didn't contradict him, he just smiled and bowed his head in silence after admitting his mistake.

"Read a book with someone else first." Forget it, why get angry with this good monitor, it's not her fault for procrastinating in math.Thinking of this, the teacher finally calmed down, left this sentence and continued the lecture.

Lin Sheng also took his book neatly, and sat down with Zheng Nianchu.

She looked at Zheng Nianchu's ears through the book, and there was a transparent texture, which made her want to touch it.

Zheng Nianchu didn't post it, but lowered his head, squinting at the book that was almost pushed in front of her face.On her head was a star hair rope that pulled her scalp, secretly looking to the right was Lin Shengguangjie's wrist, and she whispered a thank you.

This gentle-looking person seems to have a little more affection for her eyes?

The author has something to say:

"Pure tenderness" comes from my teacher.

I love provocative ears! ! ! ! ! !The description of Nianchu is so cute that I want to kiss it