Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"I am back!"

Rimbaud closed the door of his house, threw the keys on the porch cabinet, and jumped off the lady's high-heeled shoes on his feet. He fell onto the sofa barefoot and stretched out his hand to touch the tea table for some water to drink. .

There was a rustling sound from the upstairs room, a young boy with orange hair and blue eyes poked his head out and looked down, curling his lips to remind the unreliable caregiver: "You are running around barefoot again, don't do this in a skirt. Lie down casually, go change your clothes and wash your hands!"

"Chuya...you're extra wordy today."

She raised her hand to rub her temples, but sat up and looked up according to his wishes: "What's the trouble? Your classmates bullied you? Or can't do your homework?"

"You don't need to worry about this, who dares to bully me!"

He leaned on the railing of the stairs with one hand and jumped straight out from the second floor to the first floor. There was a red light flashing on his body, his falling speed slowed down significantly, and finally he landed beside Rimbaud slowly: "How is your blind date today?"

"That's what you said...it's okay, it looks like it's fancy. I just don't know what the other party means, just let it go..."

Rimbaud put one hand on the back of his neck and twisted left and right: "If it wasn't for the fact that the rabbit doesn't eat the grass beside the nest, I might as well just coax a colleague into the Civil Affairs Office... In the end, I have to blame that dead fat pig Yamamoto, otherwise how could I be punished?" Dad grabbed the handle and threw it out on a blind date, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Her long hair in delicate curls was scratched into a chicken coop in an instant, and Lanbo sighed: "Fortunately, no matter whether we are married or not, we will live as we want in the future, and we don't need to move from Tokyo to Yokohama. It’s too chaotic over there, I heard that the leader of PortMafia is sick recently, and I don’t know if he is really sick or not, and people who walk on the road will be attacked for no reason, it’s really not a good place.”

Zhong also went to the kitchen to pour water for her and brought a plate of apples, and walked over and put the cups and plates in Rimbaud's hands before sitting down again: "It's fine if you think it's okay, and it's better not to interfere with each other in the future. Yes Yes, someone invited me out to play football on the weekend, and I won’t come back at noon.”

She paused for a moment with the hand that was reaching out to grab the apples, touched them one by one, picked the fattest one, grabbed it, took a bite, chewed and swallowed before nodding: "Be careful, don't use supernatural powers casually in front of people."

"I know, I know, long-winded!"

The mother and son disliked each other, and walked into the kitchen together.

Rimbaud doesn't know how to cook, and Chuya is still a child, but people will be hungry if they don't eat, and it is not realistic to order takeaway every time.So there was a scene where Zhongyuan Zhongye looked at the recipe, Rimbaud washed and cut it according to the instructions, and then Zhongyuan Zhongye threw these things into the pot to cook.

Cook together, eat together, wash dishes together, and no one can try to shirk responsibility.

After dinner is family reading time. Rimbaud herself has never been to university, but people's knowledge is often not based on their educational experience, otherwise she would not have become the youngest French professor at the National University of Foreign Studies.Although she does have the advantage of nationality, her own academic ability is not in vain. There are a lot of books in the family, and some weird characters are not used by human beings.

In this environment, it is impossible for the Central Plains to be unaffected. At such a young age, he already has the posture of a literary boy, and even if he fights with someone, he has to do it first... Ah, no, how can a top student fight with someone? What about people fighting?Delete delete, this paragraph must be deleted!

Today's material is a Latin version of the "Bible" that Rimbaud casually pulled out from the shelf. Miss Rimbaud said that she could be proficient and recite this thing when she was 14 years old. Long poems are also totally fine.

The bitter orange-haired boy stumbled and read two lines without knowing what to say, and then threw the book in anger, and then the caretaker slapped his butt on the desk: "If you rebelled against you, if you don't know how to ask, why did you fall?" Are you the one who knows what to say after reading it once and listening to it?! Wait until you reach the level of Lao Tzu before falling!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned over and kicked: "You are not learning a foreign language, you are obviously downloading a plug-in package to update data! You cheat! I want to report it!"

"Report your sister!"

The parent's slap was raised, and the brat howled at the top of his voice, "I don't have a sister!"

Rimbaud suddenly stopped, let go and scratched the back of his head: "Well... In theory, you can have a sister right away..."

"Then you can't 'your sister, your sister'!"

"Then I can't scold myself, you think I'm stupid!"

On the question of who is stupid, the mother and son used several languages ​​to argue, and it was too late in the end before they had to reluctantly reach an agreement and shake hands-no one is stupid, so the head office will be fine!

If it still doesn't work, we can only fight to make a consensus.

When the reading time was over, Rimbaud grabbed Chuya by the back of the neck and threw him into the bathroom. After a while, the boy rushed out of the bathroom with his head full of water, clinging to Rimbaud and shaking wildly.Rimbaud was stunned by the water stains, and Chuya took advantage of this opportunity to run away proudly. While wiping his hair, he ran sideways along the wall to the ceiling, made a grimace and jumped up to the second-floor platform along the ceiling. into the bedroom.

"Stinky boy!"

She looked down at the splashes on her skirt, and went into the bathroom angrily to wash up.

Wait until tomorrow morning to clean him up!

By the next morning, Rimbaud had already forgotten the oath he made before going to bed last night, and Chuya also forgot the death he committed yesterday.The mother and son went into the kitchen together again, made breakfast and bento together, ate together, washed dishes together, and went out together... Those who go to work go to work, and those who go to school go to school.

"Good morning, Professor Rimbaud."

"Good morning, Professor Murata."

"Good morning……"

The Faculty Office of the School of Spanish Language is very large for the common use of professors. Some unimportant lecture notes and materials can be thrown here casually, and they can also sit and chat together during breaks without delaying the time for the next class.

Of course, the professors also have their own private offices, but they are far away from the teaching building, and they don't like to stay there when they have classes.

Rimbaud sent Chuya to school first. Due to the different directions and the poor traffic conditions this morning, she arrived a little late.Colleagues are already sitting in their seats, reading newspapers, and courseware. Seeing that the morning information exchange meeting is over, they will rush to the classroom to face a batch of stupid people when the preparatory bell rings. The cabbage that was smashed directly.

"Oh? Miss Rimbaud, are you free today? It's not a coincidence a few days ago. I wonder if I can invite you to have dinner with me after get off work?"

The potbellied Mediterranean teacher wandered into the teacher's office, and saw Rimbaud sitting among a group of middle-aged and elderly professors standing out from the crowd, squinting his eyes and rubbing his hands before rubbing his hands.Miss Professor, who has exquisite makeup and elegant demeanor, purses her lips and smiles: "Sorry, my father arranged a blind date for me yesterday, and we feel good about each other. I may not have much time to go out recently. I'm really sorry."

"what……?!"

Hearing this, colleagues put their raised buttocks and feet back on their seats one after another, pricking up their ears and refusing to let go of the slightest bit.Rimbaud lowered his head and smiled, looking as if he was shy in love, but actually rolled his eyes impatiently: "I wish you a happy day, Teacher Yamamoto."

She picked up the materials needed today, turned her head and walked to the classroom first, leaving no room for Teacher Yamamoto to continue to play.

"..."

The teacher was very shameless, and coughed lonely into the air. After all, he didn't dare to vent his anger on the professors, so he could only walk away angrily with his stomach full of anger.

As soon as he walked out of the office, the rest of the professors exchanged glances and decided that they must stop Professor Rimbaud for a proper question at noon today. She must not be confused just because there is a lustful and lustful idiot in the office. Marry yourself casually!

Be it career or life, how can anyone not experience a little twists and turns?

Don't break the jar, Professor Rimbaud!

Rimbaud, who didn't know that he had already become the group favorite of the Spanish Language Institute and was even worried by all the staff, kicked open the classroom door and stepped onto the podium like a cold wind and snow.He slapped the material in his hand on the table, raised his jaw and glanced at the students sitting below...

The students all sighed from the bottom of their hearts: People live for Professor Rimbaud... This look is really willing to die...Professor, I beg you to look at me one more time!

It's not that the small leather whip is bad... Ah, this is really bad, the body can't bear it...

"Look at your homework, one month's translation results... Everyone, can you speak in human language?"

She randomly took out a copy from a pile of printing paper, glanced at the name, resisted the desire to wake up and beat people up, and tried to suppress her anger: "The part of speech of the preposition is wrong, the conjugation of the verb is wrong, and there are still people who have even How many verbs are there and you don’t know?”

The professor's slender, beautiful, and slender-knuckle hands slapped the pile of paper... They can't collapse, they can't collapse, they can't collapse them!

Gan!They didn't get the bounty when they collapsed, and they had to waste their bullet money, so they must hold back!

"Those with scores below B+ will have to redo all their homework! There is a deadline of half a month, and who will let me see him continue to make low-level mistakes... You don't need to take the final exam of this course. You are welcome to continue appearing in the class next year." In my classroom."

Sometimes, to give up properly is to let yourself go... Don't bother with these students anyway, anyway, the embarrassing thing in the future is that they are not professors.

Students: Ah~ Can we still meet in the classroom next year?And this kind of benefits, Professor Rimbaud is really a gentle and kind person...

Rimbaud kept giving herself psychological hints, threw homework to the first row for the students to sort by themselves, and waited for a while until the classroom became quiet again before she stood on the podium and opened the lesson plan: "Look at today's new content. Open Your textbooks, those who haven’t brought them and those who haven’t woken up can finish class early, and submit a [-]-word explanation written in French later.”

The students lying on their stomachs wailed loudly, and the classroom was filled with mourning.

Just now I praised you for being a gentle and kind person, but when I turned around, I shook my head...

The author has something to say: there is another chapter at 6 pm~

Highlights of this chapter

My son is so cute

A day in the life of Professor Rimbaud