Liang Ye's Summer

This sleep lasted until eight o'clock in the evening. When Liang Ye woke up, he felt a headache that was about to explode.In a daze, I still can't tell whether it is day or night.

He rubbed between his eyebrows, the soft light of the bedside lamp reminded him that it should be night.

Liang Ye lifted the two quilts on his body and sat up slowly, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door being brushed open.When he turned his head, he met Song Tianling's eyes, and his mind went blank in an instant.

"Are you awake?" Song Tianling put the bag in his hand and Liang Ye's card together on the bedside table, reached out and touched his forehead, nodded and said, "Well, the fever is almost gone."

Are you still dreaming?Liang Ye shook his head, followed by a severe headache.

Song Tianling thought he was dizzy, and asked again: "Uncomfortable? Are you still dizzy?"

It wasn't until Song Tianling's finger touched the center of his brow that he finally came to his senses that he was not dreaming, and the person in front of him was real.

"Why is the teacher here?" Liang Ye was still weak when he said this, and even felt a little weak and disgusting.

"You called me, but you didn't talk when you were done, and you didn't answer the call again. In the afternoon, I felt that something was wrong with you. When I came over, I found that you had a fever and passed out."

It turned out that the phone was still connected.Liang Ye was a little embarrassed.

"It's causing trouble for the teacher again..." He forced the corner of his mouth and smiled apologetically, he really felt that he was in trouble.

"It's okay, it's very convenient to drive. I bought porridge, do you want some?" Generally, a high fever will affect appetite and digestion, so Song Tianling drove out for a walk, found a porridge shop, bought vegetable porridge and brought it back, thinking about waiting If he wakes up and has an appetite, he will eat some to replenish his strength.

Liang Ye turned to look at the steaming porridge on the bedside table, and suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, so he could only nod when he couldn't speak. When he reached out to catch the bowl of porridge, his hand was still shaking, and it almost spilled on the quilt.Song Tianling brought the porridge back again and said, "I'll do it." Then he took a spoon and brought a spoonful to Liang Ye's mouth.

Liang Ye was stunned.In my impression, except for my mother and grandfather, no one has ever fed me like this, and that was when I broke my bone because of a playful fall.

Liang Ye forgot to open his mouth, and Song Tianling didn't move in this position, and the atmosphere became a little strange for a while.A kind of quiet ambiguity radiated to the surroundings, invading the nerves of the two "stalemate" people, Liang Ye suddenly felt that something was wrong, his body made a decision before his brain, and he reached out to take the bowl of porridge.

This time his hands didn't shake, he got up and walked to the desk, sat on the chair, and said, "Thank you teacher, I'll just do it myself."

Song Tianling's originally natural to smooth movements became unnatural. He put his hands down to rub the sheets, and his eyes could not continue to fall on Liang Ye's back, so he had to perfunctorily turn to other places, scanning the entire room.

"Then you can eat whatever you want. I don't know if you like porridge, but after a high fever, it's better to eat something light. Let's make it."

Song Tianling didn't know why the atmosphere was so awkward.

I used to take care of my students in this way. Some students even passed out in physical education class and carried them to the infirmary by themselves. Last year, there was a student who had an appendix operation, and he accompanied him for two days. Not embarrassed.

"Thank you teacher, that, the porridge is delicious."

"If it tastes good... drink more."

This awkward conversation obviously couldn't go on. Just when the two of them didn't know how to resolve this delicate atmosphere, Chen Shuqiao opened the door and stood at the door with a fluorescent green schoolbag and a mini suitcase in his hand, surprised. Looking at the head teacher leaning against the desk, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak a word with his tongue.

"Why is Teacher Song here...?"

Seeing Chen Shuqiao coming, Song Tianling was relieved, and said with a smile, "I'll send my new classmates over, and I'll come over to see your living environment."

Chen Shuqiao didn't think much about it, but Liang Ye gave a dry cough, and when he got up to greet him, he used too much force and almost pushed the stool to the ground.

"Ah, so, is this the new classmate?"

"Hi, my name is Liang Ye."

"Hi, my name is Chen Shuqiao!" After speaking, Chen Shuqiao put the backpack on the bed, and extended his right hand to Liang Ye in a friendly manner.

Later, Liang Ye insisted on sending Song Tianling downstairs, seeing Song Tianling's leaving back, his eyes were a little sour.

He looked up at the starry night sky, blinked his eyes, and let out a long breath.

This summer, it seems a little different.

The school graduates from the third grade of senior high school and leaves school. During the summer vacation, the whole second grade of senior high school will start school early to make up lessons.A few days before Liang Ye transferred, he had just taken the "Eight Schools' Joint Examination".

Song Tianling went to the school's printing center to print another set of test papers for Liang Ye, wanting to see his specific learning situation.

The last class was so hot that it was abnormally hot, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Song Tianling left school on time.

"Hey Liang Ye, do you want to eat together?" Several male classmates called Liang Ye to eat with their schoolbags, and shouted loudly from the back door.

Liang Ye agreed loudly: "Okay, I'll—"

"Go and eat quickly, it's going to rain, so don't wait for him, the teacher has something to do with him." Song Tianling came down from the podium with a smile on his face and interrupted Liang Ye's response, saying: "Aren't you Forgot to make up the preliminary test paper today?" After speaking, he raised his hand and lightly tapped the top of his head with the test paper.

Seeing this, several students greeted each other and left.

So Liang Ye had no choice but to follow Song Tianling to the office resignedly.

"Mr. Song, do you have to write the English test paper too?" Liang Ye held the English test paper in his hand with a sad face, and looked up at Song Tianling who was standing beside the table with aggrieved eyes.

"Of course." Song Tianling nodded, put the answer sheet on the table in front of Liang Ye, turned around and closed the door, and the office fell silent for a moment.

"Teacher, just give me a failing grade, I don't even have to do it..." Liang Ye thought desperately, it would be great if he could get away with it.So he tried to act coquettishly to the head teacher, and the grievance in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Seeing this situation, Song Tianling simply ignored him, went back to his desk and lowered his head to revise the composition, saying: "The teacher doesn't want to see how many points you can get, but how well you master it. Write it quickly. Hours."

Liang Ye raised his hand and looked at the time, it was 05:30.

Sure enough, Liang Ye felt extremely tormented during the whole process of writing the English test paper. Seeing the sky was covered with layers of dark clouds instead of raining, there was a hint of boredom in the air.

Of all the six subjects, English was the one that gave him the most headaches, and numerous exams dragged down his overall grades.Mathematics can be the first in the class, and English can hover at the bottom edge.

When he finally wrote the composition with "untold hardships", he had already racked his brains and fell into a long silence while looking at the composition questions on the test paper.

It's about dreams again, this eternal topic.So he seriously thought about what his dream was.

He felt that apart from dancing, he only had to study in his life.This has been the case since I was a child. I have practiced calligraphy with my grandfather, learned singing with my grandmother, and even learned a lot of business negotiation skills from my mother. I have never thought about what I want to do in the future.

Song Tianling didn't hear anything for a long time, looked up, and found that the man was looking at the playground with his head on his elbows and didn't know what he was thinking, so he coughed dryly as a reminder.

Liang Ye was brought back to reality from his distant childhood, looked at the essay title again, picked up a pen and wrote two words: Mydream, then raised his hand and wrote WhenIwasalittleboy.

—Probably couldn’t be more clichéd.After Liang Ye finished writing, she looked at it with disgust.

"Please come to the meeting room of the administrative building for the meeting with the class teachers in the third grade." When Liang Ye was writing down his head and writing, a notice of the meeting suddenly came from the radio. Song Tianling put down the red pen in his hand, tidied up the desk casually, Then he put the math test paper in front of Liang Ye, and said softly: "I'm going to the meeting now, after you finish writing the English test paper, you can write the math test paper later, and I'll drive you back to the dormitory when it's too late."

Liang Ye took the math test paper, looked up at Song Tianling with wide eyes, and whispered: "I've finished writing..."

"Huh? Finished writing?" Song Tianling looked at the wall clock on the wall to confirm the time, then looked down at Liang Ye who was still aggrieved, and couldn't help laughing: "Write so fast? Then you can continue to write mathematics." He took away his answer sheet and put it in the file bag in his hand.

Liang Ye nodded, and just as he picked up the pen, his stomach let out a growl.

"Ah, I forgot that you haven't eaten yet. What do you want to eat? I'll bring it back for you." Song Tianling asked him.

"Don't bother the teacher, I'll eat later after I finish writing!" Liang Ye was a little embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly.

"Anyway, I have to eat. Send me a message after you've decided what to eat." After speaking, Song Tianling turned around and went out, closing the door behind him. After a beep, the office fell silent again.

Liang Ye took a deep breath, collected himself, took the draft paper and started to calculate the first question.

The content of the meeting was probably to announce the results of this year's college entrance examination.Undoubtedly, the high school has set a new record, taking the top three places in arts and sciences, with a batch rate of 87% in arts and sciences, and more than 150 students with double books.

The most important thing is that he won No.1 in all single subjects, with the highest score of 147 in English. He was Song Tianling's student, and the dean of teaching confirmed Song Tianling's teaching performance by name.

This is Song Tianling's second first place in a single subject. When the meeting was adjourned, the school leaders left him alone to understand the situation of Liang Ye's class. After meeting the students, he let Song Tianling out of the meeting room with satisfaction.

Song Tianling let out a long breath—this was his first time as a head teacher, and he took over a heavy class, and the whole school focused on him, saying that there was no pressure would be false, but fortunately, this class has a good foundation. It's not too difficult to carry.

Then he took a detour to the cafeteria to buy fried noodles for himself and Liang Ye, and while walking, he mentally analyzed the English answer sheet that Liang Ye had just changed.

I finished writing the English test paper in an hour, and the result was just [-]%.

But to change the way of thinking, I can finish writing the difficult English test paper of the college entrance examination in an hour, and I can still get [-] points, which shows that there is still a great possibility of improvement.

After thinking about it all the way, Song Tianling unknowingly reached the door of the office, took out his card and swiped to open the door, and saw Liang Ye sleeping soundly on the table at a glance.Even faint snoring can be heard.

Putting the fried noodles on the coffee table, Song Tianling walked gently to the sleeping Liang Ye, carefully took out the finished math test paper from under his arm and read it carefully.On the contrary, I have written all the questions not bad, and the steps to answer the questions are very detailed, clear, and the calculation process is detailed and appropriate. The paper looks clean and tidy, and it should be done very smoothly.

Just as he walked to the desk to get the answers and made corrections with a red pen, Liang Ye probably smelled the smell of fried noodles and woke up hungry.

"Ah, teacher! I'm sorry I fell asleep..." Looking at the fried noodles on the tea table, and then at the head teacher holding the math test paper he had written, Liang Ye felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, you've finished writing anyway, eat quickly if you're hungry, and I'll take you home when you're done." Song Tianling nodded to him, indicating that there was something to eat on the coffee table, and then concentrated on correcting his math test paper.

Liang Ye took a few mouthfuls of noodles before realizing the fact—isn't the head teacher an English teacher?Why did you change the math test paper again?

"Teacher..." Liang Ye said vaguely.

"Huh?" Song Tianling looked at his test paper seriously without raising his head, and then made notes with a red pen.