Bullying Guide

--Yan Qing, contact number: 138xxxxxxxx Lu Rongge looked at the text message on the screen. For more than a minute, he tried to draw an inequality sign between the name on the text message and the person in his memory, but...

Name: Yan Qing√

Gender: Male√

Occupation: High school teacher√

The known conditions are all consistent.

Not surprisingly, the contact person on the text message was his high school math teacher, Yan Qing.

When the driving school student introduced the new student to sign up, he only said that the other party was a high school male teacher, but he never expected that it was his high school math teacher.

Suddenly, a serious face appeared in Lu Rongge's mind, wearing thin-framed gold-rimmed glasses, and when it was turned out of the corner of memory, it also had its own sound effect: "Lu Rongge, you come to answer this question."

"Lu Rongge, listen carefully in class!"

"Lu Rongge, don't sleep in class!"

"Lu Rongge, I'll stop by my office after class."

"Lu Rongge..."

"Lu Rongge..."

The man's voice swept through Lu Rongge's mind like a tsunami, and then the other party stood on the commanding heights and cast a sentence with contempt and pity in his eyes.

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Lu Rongge looked at the number on the phone. It was a bit embarrassing to meet again when they broke up unhappy, but after thinking about it, isn't this reunion a godsend?The teacher-student relationship is reversed, isn't it a good opportunity to avenge hatred and revenge?

Lu Rongge raised his lips, wrote down the number on the text message, and dialed it immediately.

After a short beep, a polite voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hi, hello."

When Lu Rongge was in high school, Yan Qing hadn't been teaching for a long time. His voice was clear and clear, and his words were correct. He spoke in cadence, and he had the air of a famous lawyer fighting against evil forces in order to defend legal justice. I haven't seen him for several years. His voice was much deeper. .

Lu Rongge deliberately lowered his voice: "Hello, I am promoted to be the coach of the driving school. Do you have time tomorrow? I will take you to the vehicle management for a physical examination first."

The other party replied: "No problem, I have time."

Lu Rongge asked, "Where do you live? I'll pick you up tomorrow."

The other party gave an address, and after the two agreed on a meeting time, they hung up the phone.From the beginning to the end, Lu Rongge did not disclose his name. He secretly thought, what kind of expression will Yan Qing show when he sees him again?

The former student became his coach, and he felt embarrassed for Yan Qing just thinking about that scene!However, it has been six years since Lu Rongge graduated. In these few years, Yan Qing has brought several classes of students. Lu Rongge is not sure whether the other party will remember him. Thinking of this, he feels a little unhappy.

The next morning, Lu Rongge drove to the agreed place. Yan Qing still lived in the small apartment with one bedroom and one living room. When Lu Rongge arrived, he was already waiting at the station, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, Black trousers, face and dress are almost the same as back then.

Lu Rongge honked the horn. Seeing that it was a coach car, the other party quickly came over and sat down in the passenger seat. He was about to greet the driver when he saw Lu Rongge's face. up.

Lu Rongge realized that his face was familiar, and immediately put on the garlic cloves in a decent manner, showing a look of surprise: "Oh! Teacher Yan, it's really you! I saw your name yesterday, and I thought it was the same name. The same last name! How many years have you seen in the blink of an eye? By the way, do you still remember who I am?"

Yan Qing quickly put away the astonishment on his face, nodded, and replied calmly without any time to recall: "Remember, Lu Rongge."

Just as Lu Rongge was about to say a few more words, a horn sounded from behind. He was parked at a bus stop, a typical example of knowing the law and breaking the law.

Lu Rongge quickly put into gear and drove away from the bus station. After the car was on the road, he recounted the past while driving: "Mr. Yan, how have you been these past few years? Are you still teaching in the old high school?"

Yan Qing faced the window on the right, and replied casually: "It's the same, I still teach mathematics in the old high school."

Lu Rongge had nothing to say: "Are you married? How is it? Where is the teacher's wife? How old is the child?"

After Lu Rongge asked a series of questions, Yan Qing was silent for a few seconds, and finally withdrew her focused eyes from the window.Lu Rongge was driving the car with his eyes straight ahead, his gaze fell on Lu Rongge's hair, eyebrows, bridge of nose, lips, and chin openly, and finally said: "I have been alone."

Now Lu Rongge was really surprised. When he was in high school, Yan Qing was already thirty. Now that six years have passed, he is still single?

Is there something wrong with this man, or is it that women can't stand his temper?

Lu Rongge changed the topic knowingly, and Yan Qing also looked away. The two started a question and answer mode, and they were all casual conversations. Lu Rongge asked and Yan Qing answered, so that the atmosphere would not be so awkward.Lu Rongge asked boringly, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Yan Qing, who had been passive since the meeting, finally took the initiative to say the first sentence: "Smoking is not good for your health."

Lu Rongge responded, and threw the cigarette out of the open window faster than his brain. He scolded himself as soon as the cigarette was out of his hand!The one next door to Mary, if Yan Qing asks you to throw it away, can you still have some backbone?He is no longer your math teacher, there is no need for you to listen to him!

And you Yan Qing, can this meddling problem still be cured?

Lu Rongge felt that he had already lost half of the face-slapping battle before it even started, so he couldn't calm down. After waiting for 5 minutes, he took out a cigarette from his pocket with a natural movement and lit it again.

Yan Qing seemed to want to say something, but after looking at him for a while, he swallowed the words in his mouth, turned his head and continued to look out of the window, as can be seen from the rearview mirror, Yan Qing's brows were wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

A smug smile overflowed from the corner of Lu Rongge's mouth.

You see, it is so easy for farmers to turn themselves into masters!