【Yu Huang】Thousands of peaks

Yu Wenzhou stepped onto the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote his name on the blackboard.

Oh, Huang Shaotian whistled in his heart, the words were really like his own.

Then Yu Wenzhou turned around and looked around the classroom with a smile: "Good evening..."

His eyes fell on Huang Shaotian, although he didn't stop talking, there was obvious surprise in his eyes.

This made Huang Shaotian a little proud, but he just raised his eyebrows calmly, as a greeting on the premise of not disturbing him.

Yu Wenzhou averted his gaze indiscriminately, and continued, "...I'm the head teacher of Class 2, Junior Three."

However, when he finished his opening remarks, amidst the warm applause from around, Huang Shaotian was stunned on the spot in astonishment, his mind went blank.

Yu Wenzhou was still the same as before, with soft features and black and white eyes.Perhaps in order to look more formal, he wore a casual suit jacket today, and the shirt inside——Huang Shaotian recognized the shirt, it was the one he wore when he went to Ye Xiu's bar that night, Huang Shaotian even knew the shirt The fabric of the shirt was very soft, because later when he was hit by a passer-by at the subway station, he accidentally touched Yu Wenzhou's side waist, and the shirt wiped his palm with warmth.

But what really made Huang Shaotian's heart beat violently was that this shirt just appeared in his dream this morning.

He has been restraining himself from recalling the details of that dream, such as what kind of face the other party has, the voice of speaking, figure, movements and scenes.

It was just a erotic dream that anyone would have, Huang Shaotian had no girlfriend around him, and he didn't have anyone he liked, so he decided that the person in the dream was just a general reference, it could be anyone, or just imagined, it didn't matter at all.

But now that he recognized the shirt, the whole dream became absurd and weird.

--This shows what?

Huang Shaotian's fingers felt cold and his ears felt hot for no reason.

--so what.

He took a deep breath and looked out the window.

After about 3 minutes, Huang Shaotian had recovered his composure, which was like taking a short break in class.

In other words, Yu Wenzhou's voice helped him regain his composure to a certain extent.

This was a side he had never seen before. Yu Wenzhou was very suitable to be a teacher, with a gentle and clear tone, no matter what he said, people could not help but be convinced.

But it's kind of scary if you're not a student yourself.

Huang Shaotian propped his face, watching him speak like everyone around him.

Yu Wenzhou doesn't seem to have any specific plans to call the class. He has only taken over this class for more than two months, and it is impossible to go deep into it. Compared with academic performance, he expressed that he hopes that parents and children will communicate more.In the middle, Huang Shaotian listened to a few sentences intermittently, feeling that there was nothing special about it, but when Yu Wenzhou said it, he became extremely sincere.

After a while, Huang Shaotian realized that he was just looking at him.

Overall, it's not lengthy, and it doesn't take long to end.The parents rushed up, and the sound of tables and chairs scraping on the floor was harsh.Huang Shaotian stayed where he was, lazily watching Yu Wenzhou being surrounded by several enthusiastic parents who kept asking this and that.

He took out his phone and looked, and saw a text message from Lu Hanwen.

--how is it going.

Huang Shaotian hooked the corner of his mouth.

——SAFE

Lu Hanwen sent a row of emojis, and Huang Shaotian put his phone back into his pocket after finishing the Martian text.

Finally, the last parent also left the classroom, Yu Wenzhou turned his head, Huang Shaotian stood up and walked over to meet his gaze.

"Are you here for Xiao Lu's parents?"

"Yeah." Huang Shaotian leaned on the podium with his elbows, looked down at the things on the podium, "His mother is on a business trip, and the section chief isn't free, so he called me here."

"I thought you were just sneaking in to watch the excitement."

"That's what I mean, but I think you were very calm just now."

Huang Shaotian looked up at him with a smile.

Yu Wenzhou glanced at him with a smile, then turned his head to get the blackboard eraser. He had just finished wiping the blackboard when he turned around to find that Huang Shaotian was scribbling on the podium again with chalk.

"What are you drawing?"

Yu Wenzhou walked up to him and looked at him. Huang Shaotian drew a stick figure, probably Yu Wenzhou was speaking on the podium.Yu Wenzhou himself could barely recognize him from his hairstyle and clothes, but there were a bunch of scribbled stick figures sitting below, and it was hard to tell whether they were parents or students.

After Huang Shaotian finished drawing the scene, he added a bubble around Yu Wenzhou's mouth.He is good at drawing, but he can hardly write, and the chalk strokes are squeezed into the small frame.

Yu Wenzhou took a long time to identify it, maybe he didn't understand what he was writing, Huang Shaotian was just about to explain, when someone outside the classroom suddenly called: "Teacher Yu, your class is also over?"

Yu Wenzhou looked up and agreed, "Yes, it's just over."

Huang Shaotian heard the conversation between the two of them, but his hands didn't stop. After adding Yu Wenzhou's lines, he wrote to the group below.

Yu Wenzhou suddenly grabbed his hand and took the chalk away from his fingers.

"How old do you still like to play with chalk?"

A sudden tingling fell on the back of Huang Shaotian's neck, it was unknown whether it was because of Yu Wenzhou's voice in the empty classroom, or the soft touch of his hands.He straightened up, patted the chalk dust on his hands, and said lightly: "Draw whatever you want, I even published blackboard newspapers before."

Yu Wenzhou watched him staring at his nails: "Go wash your hands first, the toilet is next to the stairs."

Oh, Huang Shaotian glanced at the door, then turned back to look at Yu Wenzhou who was tidying up his things: "Are you going to have something else later? Do you want to have dinner together tonight?"

Yu Wenzhou seemed to think about it for a while: "Okay."