Professor, your turtle!

After answering the phone, Lao Xu returned to the office, and was startled when he opened the door: "Why are you so red?"

Ji Fan only felt that his cheeks were burning hot, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't let it go, and finally he held his face flushed red: "No, it's nothing..."

"By the way, how are you thinking?" Old Xu didn't care too much, walked in with big strides, and said enthusiastically, "This project is really good, look here, you can still transfer to 32 projects, and there may be opportunities to go abroad ..."

"Teacher." Ji Fan said anxiously, "Thank you, teacher." He mustered up the courage and pushed the material back to him, "But I still, I still want to fight for the college entrance examination."

Old Xu was a little surprised. In his impression, Ji Fan had always been a child with little confidence, he would instinctively avoid risks, and he had never heard passionate expressions such as "fight hard" from him.

"Are you sure? After the quota is made public, you won't be able to get it back." The head teacher was a little worried.

Ji Fan lowered his eyes and smiled, then nodded lightly: "Thank you."

"Oh, you child." Old Xu felt a little unnatural this time, and coughed dryly, "This is the job of a teacher."

Ji Fan stood up with his schoolbag in his hand, ready to say goodbye and go home.There are stacks of neatly stacked documents in the office. Thin dust is thrown up when walking around, which makes people's noses itchy.

"Wait," Old Xu called him suddenly, "Hey, don't be so nervous, the teacher just wanted to ask you, if I want to grow a few pots of my geranium, what should I do?"

"?" Ji Fan stopped in confusion.

"That's right, this pot of flowers will be sent back to my dad in a few days, but I also want to grow flowers myself. I will put a pot in my office and another pot at home..."

Before the words were finished, the clear male voice suddenly sounded clearly, accusing: "Hua Xin!"

Ji Fan was stunned: "Hua Xin?"

"What did you say?" Old Xu straightened up in surprise.

"Ah, I mean, that, the flower heart of this potted flower..." Ji Fan stepped forward a few steps, and quietly observed the potted geranium.

He could confirm that the voice just now was indeed coming from this corner.Moreover, it seemed that he was the only one who heard it...

"You mean, how many pots do you want to plant?" Ji Fan asked, carefully observing the geranium's reaction.

Old Xu nodded: "Yes, can this flower produce seeds? I think it has been raised in my father's house for so long, but it has never produced seeds. If not, I can only go to the flower and bird market to buy it."

Geranium finally couldn't help but speak, and the clear youthful voice trembled slightly, "I'm a boy. I-I won't be pregnant!"

Ji Fan: "..." Even if you are gifted and able to speak, can you not add drama to yourself!Geraniums are hermaphrodites, right?

Facing the trembling geraniums, Ji Fan was silent for a moment, and said: "Angel geraniums generally don't sow seeds, just cut them directly."

Hearing the cuttings, the geranium trembled even more, and the leaves curled up tremblingly: "Don't cut me, I, I'm still sick..."

Ji Fan: "..." He paused subtly, then changed his words abruptly, "But the flower is not in good condition, and the cuttings may damage the roots, so let's hand pollinate."

"I will," Old Xu said, "But why does this flower only have pistils?"

"No problem, the stamens of this variety do grow a bit slower than the pistils." Ji Fan glanced at the timid flower core with wet eyes, and the buds were only unscrewed a little, revealing the dark pink budding, very attractive .

"Wait for the stamens to grow," he said, "take a soft brush, and gently turn it around against the flower core. Small strips pinched from napkins are also fine, stuff them in and turn them around. If you move gently, it won't hurt the stamens." The inner wall..."

"Rogue!" Geranium cursed angrily. Under the setting sun, even the petals seemed to turn red a lot.

Ji Fan: "..."

Old Xu nodded his head again and again as if he had found a treasure, expressing that he would try it when he got back.

Ji Fan paused, but still couldn't hold back, and said, "Remember to be gentle, teacher. You seem to be a little sensitive, this potted flower." It's not just sensitive, it's almost perfect.

"I understand." Old Xu nodded again and again, turned around and grabbed the geranium leaves to stick to his face, and said intoxicated, "Don't worry, I'm baby."

Ji Fan had already reached the door of the office, he couldn't hear clearly, but looking at the trembling branches and leaves, he knew that Mr. Geranium must be yelling again.

"...Then I'll go first, teacher."

"Be careful on the road."

Ji Fan's mind was in a mess, and he walked down the stairs step by step. The voice of Geranium just now was so clear that he could no longer attribute it to "illusion".

Walking to the ground floor, seeing no one around, he walked to the side of the small flower bed and squatted down, touching the leaves of the little daisy.

"Hey, can you talk too?"

A slightly drunken warm wind blew by, and the setting sun elongated the shadows.In the flowerbed, there is only the fragrance of the soil and the sound of leaves swaying.

Ji Fan waited for a long time, and asked again in a low voice halfway through.

no answer.Little Daisy is still proudly holding her flower plate upright, standing upright, it seems that she doesn't have to worry about her health.

Ji Fan buried his face in the crook of his arms, and couldn't help but let out a low laugh—if his current actions were seen by others, he might really be considered a lunatic.

However, it doesn't matter what others think, because these are miracles that belong to him alone.

——In my world, geraniums can talk, and I can become a turtle.I have also been to Antarctica and met a scientist who was judged dead by society.

Ji Fan thought wildly, and waited for a while, seeing that the little daisy really did not respond, he finally plucked its leaves, got up and prepared to leave.

Not long after he left, the bouquet of small white flowers suddenly trembled and let out a beep in a daze.

It's a pity that his voice was too soft, and he couldn't even get out of the flower bed.

Ji Fan didn't know what changed behind the scene.It was too late, the main gate of the school was closed, he asked the doorman uncle to open the side gate, and hurried home.

Unexpectedly, just turning the corner of the street, I suddenly met an unexpected person.

"Wang Gang?" Ji Fan asked in surprise.

The boy was leaning against the wall and playing with his phone, as if he had been waiting for someone for a long time. When he saw him coming, he hurriedly closed the cover and stood up straight.

"Ji Fan..." He scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

The weather was hot, so he took off his outer uniform, leaving only a simple T-shirt. His usual domineering aura had weakened a lot. Coupled with his unnatural reaction, he looked like an ordinary boy.

"Well, where are you waiting?" Ji Fan nodded, trying to spare him, "Then you go ahead, I'm going home first."

"No, it's not!" In desperation, Wang Gang reached out and grabbed Ji Fan.

Ji Fan was caught off guard by him grabbing his wrist and was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"I..." Wang Gang wanted to explain, but when he lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a pair of beautiful hands.

His wrist was tightly held by him, and the five fingers hanging down were slender and white, and the ups and downs of the joints could hardly be seen clearly, showing smooth lines when struggling. He couldn't tell what it felt like, only that it was very attractive.

Wang Gang's face immediately turned red, and he withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

Although he let go, he still stood in front of Ji Fan, stammering, "I'm not waiting for others, I just want to tell you something..."

"What's the matter?" Ji Fan looked at him vigilantly, and calmly rubbed his red wrist.

Generally, this kind of blocking people after school is probably not a good thing.Ji Fan looked around, worried that five or six big men would jump out of which alley.Fortunately, he wasn't too far away from the school, and the guard didn't leave work, so he should have time to throw away his schoolbag and run back directly...

Just thinking about it, Wang Gang suddenly said loudly: "Student Ji Fan, I, I want to apologize to you!"

Ji Fan was about to run away, but he was stunned when he heard this: "?"

"I'm sorry about the work on duty. I didn't know you cared so much. In fact, I asked you to do this or that because I didn't refuse before seeing you... No, no, I don't mean to blame you " He approached cautiously, "In short, it's all my fault, can you forgive me?"

Seeing that his attitude seemed sincere, Ji Fan relaxed slowly, frowned and said, "Actually...it's not a big deal."

"Then are you willing to forgive me?" The boy's eyes lit up.

Ji Fan didn't want to talk to him at first.

However, the evening sun illuminated the other party's unruly short hair so fluffy, it looked like a kiwi fruit, but this kiwi fruit was full of grievances like a young daughter-in-law, and his nose was wrinkled so nervous.

This ridiculous appearance made him feel relieved, so why bother?It's all over, and he himself didn't care about it for a long time, but now the other party has been unable to get over this hurdle.

Ji Fan thought for a moment, then nodded casually: "That's it. Can I go?"

Wang Gang smiled: "Thank you. Then my birthday party..."

"I have something to do that day..."

"You don't need to prepare gifts, you just come to eat," he hurriedly followed, "I just want to find a chance to make up for you..."

"I don't need it." Ji Fan became a little impatient.

"Then what, Xu Haifan will come too, I told him. Our classmates are all coming, anyway, this is the last time we get together before the college entrance examination, classmate Ji Fan, I know I was wrong, can you..." He rode on The bicycle ran around Ji Fan, whispering like a mosquito.

"Stop—" Ji Fan was so quarreled, he rubbed his eyebrows, and said helplessly, "Then I will come with Xu Haifan, so it's okay, right?"

"Okay, okay, thank you!" Wang Gang was immediately satisfied, with a dog-legged smile on his face, "Hey, let me carry your schoolbag for you? I'll take you home, brother? Hey, don't go so fast! "

Ji Fan lost his temper after being quarreled with by him. If he had known that this man was so annoying, he might as well have been ignored all the time.

In the end, Wang Gang stalked him and "sent" him back home.

"Brother, please!" He put one leg on the ground, straddled the bicycle, and finally said a word, making a nondescript "please come in" gesture.

Ji Fan: "..." He took a deep breath and forced a smile, "...I'm not a few months older than you, so don't call me brother."

"Understood brother." Wang Gang waved his hand, got on his bicycle and ran away.

Ji Fan: "..."

He pushed the door open and walked into the hallway. There was no one in the living room, but the sound of clanging came from the kitchen.

His heart tightened, but he saw Ji Huan poking his head out with a spatula in his hands: "Xiaofan? Are you back?" There was an explosion-like sound of frying pan, and Ji Huan flinched back in a hurry, leaving only her Voice: "Just the two of us tonight! I made a pot of fish soup... shit!"

With black lines all over Ji Fan's face, he changed his clothes and ran to the kitchen.

You know, Ji Huan's culinary skills are the same as Ji Fan's grades, and they belong to the three unsolved mysteries of the Ji family. If I have to say, she is quite similar to Fu Mingyuan - she is good at cooking carbide.

"Sister, where did you buy the fish..." Ji Fan suddenly lost his voice the moment he opened the kitchen door.

He covered his nose, lifted the lid of the pot and slammed it onto the pot that was emitting heavy smoke, and said helplessly, "Why is it burnt again! Didn't you mean to make fish soup?"

Ji Huan pointed to the menu, and his tone was unusually weak: "Here, it says that frying gives a little burnt aroma..."

Ji Fan: "..."

"Okay, this is no longer fragrant." Ji Huan admitted his mistake, and honestly returned the spatula to his younger brother.

Ji Fan rescued the poor little scorched fish, only to find that not only was it scorched, but its scales were not even scraped clean.

"The processing of the vegetable market is relatively rough, so we have to look at it again." He sighed.

After heating, the scales and skin of the fish were stuck together tightly. Ji Fan had no choice but to peel off the whole fish skin, chop off the burnt head and tail, and marinate it with ginger and garlic.

Ji Huan folded his arms and watched: "By the way, the one who came back with you just now doesn't seem to be Xu Haifan? Have you made new friends?"

Ji Fan paused for a smooth movement, then shook his head: "It's not considered a friend."

"Oh..." Ji Huan narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Tsk, if someone harass you, remember to tell my sister."

Ji Fan flattened garlic cloves and ginger slices, cut scallions into sections, turned on a low heat again, poured out a little sunflower oil and heated it up. Hearing this, he turned his head in confusion: "Harassment? What harassment?"

Ji Huan stared at him for a while, then suddenly put his arms around Ji Fan's head and rubbed it: "My brother is so cute and virtuous! Of course he will be coveted every day."

Ji Fan buried his face in her clothes, feeling that he could not breathe, he struggled desperately and said, "Garlic! Garlic is going to be burnt again!"

When Ji Huan reluctantly let go, Ji Fan's entire face turned red, wishing he could stay three meters away from her.

"Tell me if you are wronged, do you know?" Ji Huan said, messing up his hair domineeringly just like when he was a child.

Ji Fan was silent for a while, then smiled: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Although it lost its skin, head and tail, this unlucky crucian carp was still rejuvenated by Ji Fan, frying it out of a serious "burnt aroma", adding water and tender tofu, and cooking a pot of fresh milky white. fish soup.

Ji Huan's chopsticks flew like flying, and soon, the fresh fish became a pile of bones.

After the meal, she leaned on the chair with her stomach in her hands, and said with emotion: "Oh, I have to go back to eat in the cafeteria tomorrow, I'm so sad... If only I could pack you up and take it with me!"

Ji Fan said helplessly, "Sister, last time you said you wanted to lose weight."

"Who told you to mention this? I haven't eaten dessert for two months. What's wrong with eating a piece of fish?" Ji Huan wailed, and grabbed Ji Fan's face, "I thought everyone was like you, and I couldn't just eat it." Long meat?"

"Speaking of desserts," she said while cleaning up the dishes, "Did you know that when we cleaned up the freezer in the laboratory next door, we found a whole page of ice cream?"

"The tutor is about to die of anger. Even if he is held accountable, this kind of thing will probably not be found out. If everyone refuses to admit it, it will be over? Guess what, the tutor hasn't spoken yet, and the next girl is crying."

Ji Fan asked casually, "She bought it?"

"No." Ji Huan poured a basin of hot water and soaked the bowls and chopsticks. "She was crying and said that it was the 'inheritance' left by Professor Fu. In fact, she had discovered it a long time ago. But I’ve been reluctant to throw it away.”

Ji Huan turned off the faucet and wiped his hands: "Professor Fu knows, right? Just the researcher Wu Yanzu I told you last time, the girl is his big fan. The tutor is speechless, so she can only take it back and keep it alone .”

"Can you believe it? Such an aloof person would actually like to eat sweets! It's not a big deal to eat them secretly, but to bring them to the laboratory openly. The key is not to get fat... um, Ji Fan? Are you listening?"

Ji Fan let go of the fish bones and almost dropped the plate into the trash can.

——Snacks for kids.

——I don't like to eat.You can do whatever you want.

After all, the bag of ice cream hanging outside the computer room was not bought by the students at all!

Ji Fan lowered his eyes, thinking of the box of "precious" ice cream that he had eaten, he suddenly felt restless.