I met you back in 2000

"Don't worry, as long as there is Su Ze, you will definitely win the prize."

Unexpectedly, my words happened to be heard by Su Ze who appeared at some time.

He passed the girl and leaned against the stone pillar closest to me, "Why do you think I will definitely win the prize?"

I asked him back, "Isn't it?"

In the white stone corridor, the wisteria is in full swing, and the boy under the sun looks at me faintly.

Su Ze said, "Yes."

After speaking, he straightened up and left, and the girl followed.Although she was much older than Su Ze, she still looked at him like a little girl, full of respect and humility.This is Su Ze's innate aura like a king, and I have always been convinced.

Now that I am free, I will definitely go back to the North District for a walk.Passing through the marble arch bridge connecting the two campuses in the north and south, there used to be too many men and women who separated and reunited here, so it was nicknamed the old bridge by the students.The old man refers to Yuelao, but the mother-in-law refers to Meng Po. One has pulled the red line, and the other has broken the world, so the name is appropriate.

Before I came here, I was afraid that I would not recognize him, but how could such a dazzling person not be recognized.The young Michael walked towards me with a copy of the British profile. He would notice that I was not accidental. A strange child wandering around the university campus is indeed a bit conspicuous.

Michael is a typical British gentleman. He bent down and tried to be on eye level with me and greeted me, "Hey, kid, are you lost?"

I shook my head, staring at him the whole time without taking my eyes off him.He and his appearance six years later have basically remained the same, with distinct facial features and a straight nose, and blue pupils as deep as sea water that almost suck my soul away.And I only have one idea in my mind at this time, let him remember me.

"Junior class." I blurted out like a ghost.

His expression looked very surprised, "Oh, I heard that the junior class came to S University for training, then you must be a little genius."

It doesn't matter, the acquired mediocrity is also a genius, let him talk, as long as he can remember me.

Michael is my foreign teacher and one of the few gays I know.Of course I have nothing to do with him, but I thought, people don't like me either.

It was no secret among the students that he was gay, and there were even pictures of him kissing men on the campus.In the words of a few girls in our class at the time, I have never seen two men who look more right than a normal couple.The importance of appearance can be seen.

And I don't have enough good looks, I can only make up for it with IQ, no matter how to make a man remember you, kiss him!The thought flashed through my mind.Now that this handsome face that I think about day and night is right in front of my eyes, how can I hold on to it? Acting is worse than moving, and I don't want this old face anymore.

Seeing that my mouth was about to close, I heard someone call my name. I may never have hated Su Ze more than now.

Michael rubbed my hair with a smile, "So your name is Wang Miao, your little friend is here to find you."

"Yes, my name is Wang Miao, please remember my name." With Michael's face, I don't care about getting into Tsinghua University or Peking University. English major, but also let him be my foreign teacher.

I was still reluctant to say goodbye to Michael. He stood on the bridge and looked at me and Su Ze. I waved to him vigorously, and he waved to me with a smile.As a result, my feet were unsteady and I turned around and bumped into Su Ze.

I blamed him a little, rubbed my nose and gave him a white look.

He got on me instead, and within a few steps, he grabbed my sweater and hat from behind, strangling me until I couldn't breathe.I was about to scold, but he spoke first, "You know him?"

"do not know."

"I don't know you and come together? Did he give you something to eat?"

Thirteen words, he actually said thirteen words in one sentence, and his tone was aggressive.What do you mean give it to me? I'm the kind of kid who can be coaxed away with sugar.

"Greetings." Don't foreigners greet each other with a kiss on the cheek, "Are you finished with your class?" I changed the subject and didn't get entangled with him.

He glanced at me with half-belief, didn't answer my question, let go of my hat and walked away.I followed behind and didn't dare to look back.

Fortunately, the bus back was not crowded. I sat next to him and elbowed him, "Do you still have class tomorrow?"

He hummed casually.

"Then I will accompany you tomorrow."

"No." His no was categorical and unquestionable.

Unexpectedly, the god of learning, Su Ze, is also a secular kid. He must have been driven by vanity, thinking that I had humiliated him as a genius in front of the junior class.

Among them, when I was in high school, my father often came to deliver food to me while wearing work clothes. At that time, I felt ashamed and asked him to put the things on the doorman and then went back.Now that I think about it, I really feel that I am not a person.

So I am not qualified to educate Su Ze on this point. If I don't accompany him, I won't accompany him. It's just a pity that I can't see Michael again.