sweet anthology

When Su Ming withdrew from the post bar, it was only a little later. He looked at the schedule and regretted that he sacrificed his nap time to go to the post bar.

The exam is coming up in a few months, and he is overwhelmed by all kinds of revisions. The school he wants to apply for has strict requirements on English and professional courses, and all kinds of academic knowledge must be expressed in English.

Su Ming's English is the worst subject in the course. He spent a lot of effort to score 6.5 in the IELTS. He really has more than enough energy for the Englishization of professional courses.

He asked the dean on the Internet to hire a teacher from the English department to make up a supplementary class. It just so happened that the photography class will not be in the future, so he has more time to review.

Su Ming was speechless when he thought of the photography class. Yan Ziqi was here to restrain him. He pretended to be a junior last semester, and he was still making fun of him in front of everyone today.

There are so many corrupt girls in the class, Su Ming is really afraid that he will become a part of them.

But Yan Ziqi looks really tender, it is said that he returned from studying in France, he is probably a very romantic person.

But no matter how romantic it is, it doesn't matter to me, Su Ming shrugged, picked up his bag and walked out of the bedroom.

The dean informed him at four o'clock in the afternoon that he had invited an English teacher, and that he would go to classroom 504 of No. [-] teaching building to make up lessons at night.

Su Ming heaved a sigh of relief, relying on his own ability, he couldn't read professional books hard, and he was able to find a teacher to help in September, thank God.

Since he was going to the teacher, he had to do his homework first. Su Ming carefully reviewed the first three chapters, wrote down the points he didn't understand in his notes, and planned to ask questions later.

It was six o'clock when I left the library. Su Ming didn't have dinner, went straight to the teaching building, and opened the door of 504.

The lights in 504 were brightly lit, and Yan Ziqi was sitting in the first row with his computer on.

Su Ming paused, stepped back and took a look at the door number.

"Yes, I am your tutor." Yan Ziqi closed his notebook, "Come here."

Su Ming didn't move: "But what I'm looking for is an English major."

"I have done English translation of Chinese before. The dean told me about your request, and I think I can meet it."

"But I don't think you can be satisfied." Su Ming said with a cold face, "Sitting with you, I can't even read a book."

"Why, because I lied to you?" Yan Ziqi also turned cold. "You are a senior, and you know the urgency of time better than me. I really want to help you. Don't joke about your future."

Su Ming hesitated for a while, then sat down.

"Where is it not so good?"

Su Ming opened the notes and the book, and pointed to several places: "Here, here, and here."

Yan Ziqi read the whole passage carefully, and translated it sentence by sentence for Su Ming.

Su Ming couldn't help but get distracted. Someone once helped his English like this. That person was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, and his voice was like a jade plate. It was the warmest memory of his high school. Unfortunately, that person was a big liar, so he left him behind. went abroad.

In the blink of an eye four years later, Su Ming came back to his senses and thought, the trees full of plane trees in France should be beautiful, otherwise why would he never come back.

Yan Ziqi clicked the book with his index finger: "Do you understand this paragraph?"

Su Ming shook his head honestly: "Can you say it again?"

Su Ming thought that Yan Ziqi would be annoyed, but unexpectedly, Yan Ziqi didn't ask anything, and told him the second time, which made Su Ming feel more at ease.

He is not a talkative person, nor does he like others to talk too much.

Yan Ziqi's translation ability is really good. After the lecture, he asked Su Ming to endorse it, and then randomly asked questions after the lecture.

Su Ming worked hard and never lost his mind while reading. After reviewing at ten o'clock, he closed the book and thanked Yan Ziqi.

"It's okay, it's all about this from now on, I'll review it for you at 504." Yan Ziqi also stuffed the computer into his bag, "Let's go, I'll take you to the dormitory floor."

"No, no," Su Ming shyly said, "I'm hungry, and I want to go to the commercial street to eat a bowl of noodles."

"Didn't have dinner?"

Su Ming nodded embarrassedly.

"I'll go with you, just as I'm hungry too."

Is it such a coincidence?Su Ming looked up at him, Yan Ziqi was ten centimeters taller than him, with a smile on his face: "Can't you?"

"Okay." If the answer is no good, there will be a series of follow-up questions, and Su Ming simply agrees.

The two of them went to the noodle shop together and ordered shredded chicken noodle soup. Under the dim light, they ate hot noodle soup with two spoonfuls of spicy. Su Ming's nose was sweating. After he finished eating, a tissue was covered on his face: "Wipe."

Yan Ziqi helped him wipe off the sweat and the soup from the corners of his mouth.

The action was too ambiguous, Su Ming was 100% sure that Yan Ziqi was flirting with him.

But why are you teasing me?Su Ming couldn't figure it out, could it be because of the nonsensical encounter last semester?

Su Ming didn't want to waste his brain on this issue, his head was dizzy after eating the noodles, he just wanted to lie down and sleep, and he had to get up early to endorse the book tomorrow morning.

Yan Ziqi didn't do anything excessive, sent him downstairs and said goodbye politely.

"Good night."

"Good night." Su Ming replied.

In the dormitory, AB was playing games in full swing, swearing at each other, Su Ming climbed into bed after washing.

"Goudan Goudan," A called him from below, "How is it going with our teacher Yan~" Goudan is the nickname given to him by the dormitory. He was originally called Xiao Ming, but the roommates agreed that Goudan is better than Xiao Ming point, then change it. A gave Yan Ziqi Su Ming's WeChat account during the day, and now he is following up to ask about the progress.

"Fuck you, I won't be hooked by him." Su Ming scolded with a smile.

"That's right, our Su Ming is someone who has his own heart," B shook his thighs on the seat, "Did you forget the photos in your wallet?"

AB tacitly got up.

A year ago, they had dinner in the dormitory, they snatched Su Ming's wallet to pay, and found a group photo of young people in the middle of the bag. Su Ming explained that they were brothers.

Cut~ Brothers will put photos in the wallet? AB expressed his disbelief, and asked who the handsome man in the dog egg photo was.

Su Ming said: "This is Xing Qian." Mr. Qianqian is as gentle as jade.

AB hasn't seen this man named Xing Qian in three years, and he deeply suspects that it's his first love that can't be said, so he often teases him.

Su Ming changed the subject: "Take it easy, I'm asleep."

He put on a blindfold to meet Duke Zhou.

He didn't see Duke Zhou that night, but he dreamed of Yan Ziqi, in the dream Yan Ziqi smiled and hugged him, kissed him, and moved on him.

At five o'clock in the morning, Su Ming woke up in a daze, his legs were sticky, he sighed, got out of bed and went to wash his underwear.

The author has something to say: I really can't name it

So I used my teacher's name...

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