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"Chen Yiran."

"Chen Yiran, Chen Yiran."

"Chen YiranChen YiranChen YiranChen YiranChen Yiran.Chen—Yi—ran—"

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing," the boy smiled lazily at him, "Teacher's name is very nice, please call me."

……

"Yi Ran, Yi Ran? Teacher Chen?"

Chen Yiran got up from the prostrate desktop, blinked, his vision was blurred and focused, and he could clearly see the concerned expression of the colleague in front of him.

"Are you okay? Why do you fall asleep in the office early in the morning, you will catch a cold."

Chen Yiran curled up his lips, stood up with the corner of the table, and politely took the hot coffee handed over by the woman.

The art teacher's office on this floor of Building No. 2 can be called the art teacher's lounge if you change the brand.

Although the desks and chairs are as well-organized as other people's offices, there are only two or three books stacked on the desktop except for the scattered drawing paper, which are basically picture albums.

Chen Yiran has a lot of collections, and there are also many original books on art appreciation, but it is a bit exaggerated to use them as teaching materials. He only occasionally uses a collection of paintings to provide students with references to composition and color matching.

Those who study art are the least afraid of learning from others, and the most afraid of learning from others. The former broadens their horizons, while the latter also blocks their horizons. The balance in the middle is extremely difficult to control, and Chen Yiran is doing his best to help them.

"Seeing that your complexion is not very good recently, is it lack of sleep?"

The elegantly dressed female teacher sat leaning against his table, took a sip of the strong pour-over coffee, squinted her eyes slightly, as if she couldn't figure out why Chen Yiran would like to drink this kind of thing.

"Fortunately," Chen Yiran smiled, "something has happened at home recently, and I'm a little tired."

The woman nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and raised her glass to him: "Mr. Chen, your taste is really bitter."

When a person can tolerate black coffee without sugar, what kind of family background does this have?

The female teacher's short hair reaches the ears, and the round earrings are exaggerated and beautiful. There are not many art teachers on this floor. She came later than Chen Yiran, and she likes to chat with him.

"By the way, do you know Mr. Zhao Feiran from the culture class?"

With a name and surname, Chen Yiran thought for a while, and said with a good memory: "I remember seeing him in the advanced teacher column."

"It's been withdrawn." The woman stuck out her tongue.

"He cheated in marriage and was in a relationship with a teacher and a student. The impact was very bad. The school gave him a suspension. It's uncertain whether he can come back."

Chen Yiran blinked, and seriously recalled the face behind the glass mat of the advanced teacher's bar.

His facial features are well-rounded, and he has two dimples when he smiles. Although he is a teacher with 20 years of teaching experience, he still looks young and energetic, compared with his peers.

The facial features are Zhou Zheng.

Chen Yiran tilted his head again.

As an art student, he seems to have always been very lacking in language when describing a person's appearance. He also used these four words hastily to dismiss the last blind date.

However, there are also people who are more outstanding than "Zhou Zheng with facial features", which can give him a few more words to describe.

such as……

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the teaching building.

Chen Yiran came back to his senses, stood by the window and saw that the downstairs was crowded with people's heads.

"Ah, it's today." The female teacher stood next to him, holding the coffee cup with one hand and brushing the broken hair behind her ears.

"What?" Chen Yiran asked.

The female teacher looked back at him, her eyes full of ridicule of "I knew you didn't know".

"Have you seen the Japanese middle school students' rooftop shouting show? In order to relieve the burden of high school students under the daily burden, let them shout out their hearts on the rooftop of a love variety show."

Chen Yiran was a little helpless: "I haven't seen it."

The female teacher glanced at him teasingly, and held the coffee cup in her hands to listen to what she was shouting on the roof of Building No. 2 at the moment. Unfortunately, the sound insulation effect of the windows was so good that she couldn't hear clearly.

"I'm going downstairs to watch the fun!" The female teacher turned around and put the cup back on her seat, stepping on high heels as if walking on flat ground, and the draped wide-leg pants were like blossoming calla lilies upside down in the wind as she changed her steps flying.

Very cute colleague.

It would be even better if she wasn't the "marriage partner" arranged by his father.

Chen Yiran sat by the window and watched the screaming crowd downstairs for a while, raised his hand and opened the window a crack, and the shouts from the roof were immediately carried into the room wrapped in the spring breeze.

"I——want to break friendship with my tablemate—one day!"

The boy's angry tone floated in the air. Building No. 2 on the fourth floor was just good enough for the students with good eyesight downstairs to see his expression clearly. Although Chen Yiran was sitting in the office, he could almost imagine that the young man was tangled and confused at the moment. funny face.

"He actually drove me away to give up my seat for the sake of girls—to teach girls to write math!"

The students downstairs looked up and laughed. The boy's male deskmate was pushed to the front, raised his eyebrows helplessly, and raised his hands in the shape of a loudspeaker by his ears: "Then next time you are It’s fine if the girl asked me a math problem before! Stupid!”

"Oh--"

The booing around was about to burst into pink bubbles.

Chen Yiran looked sideways at this scene of "Youth Confession", and the corners of his mouth curved deeply at some point.

Among the teachers downstairs who maintained order were familiar faces, Zhang Yifeng and Liu Jianyi, who taught in the letter when he was studying, Zhang Fu, Xia Luoluo's class teacher, and a little further away, even Peng Jianhua, who stood outside the crowd and watched the excitement.

The booing brats were suppressed by Zhang Sankuang rubbing their heads, and the next one to climb onto the roof was a girl. Chen Yiran has always had a good memory, and it seemed that the tone that was not distorted by the microphone and the speaker came from the sophomore who often spoke on Mondays. The first liberal arts speech at the morning meeting.

Tang Miaomiao said frankly: "I always ask for leave in physical education class, but it's actually because my running posture is ugly!"

The boys who were cheering downstairs said "Oh!", and they were immediately pushed and shoved by the surrounding students.

The girl also laughed amidst the laughter that erupted after everyone was silent. She stood at the edge of the parapet wall and shouted to the teacher standing in the crowd: "I'm sorry, Teacher Xu! I won't be absent from work again in the future!"

Regarding the second day, the students in the second and third classes of high school all had ugly running postures and made Teacher Zhang feel ashamed. These things are all later. The educational and cultural backgrounds of the two countries are different, and the content of the children's yelling is also very different. But a speech without a script is the best veritaserum.

Some people tell jokes, some people complain about too much homework, senior seniors stand up and say, "I must fucking go to Tsinghua University!", and the juniors who don't know him at all are even more passionate, looking up and replying, "You fucking go to Tsinghua University!" If you don’t make it to Tsinghua University, I’ll take your head off!”, and then, amidst everyone’s laughter, the male teacher grabbed your neck and almost lost your head.

Even Yu Zisheng went up.

The tone of this person's shouting is also different from that of others. Chen Yiran can probably imagine that his classmates all looked down at the crowd downstairs. Only he should raise his chin slightly, lower his eyes, and look a little higher. The tone of the scale is neither hoarse nor delicate.

And this bastard just smiled, lazily sucking the bubbly sound of just waking up: "It seems that there is no secret to share with everyone."

Boos.

Yu Dian stood among the crowd downstairs, with his head raised, his eardrums almost burst from his nervous heartbeat.

Yu Zisheng said: "Then wish my tablemate a good grade in the semester."

——There is no snow in Melbourne this year.

--seriously?

At that point, his eyes widened.

—Well, so when will you promise me?

——…I, I don’t want to delay my studies!Neither can you!

--Row.

"I will do well in the exam." Yu Zisheng smiled.

The husband of the world is also the rebellious journey of all things; the time is also the traveler of a hundred generations.

And the dream of life, what is the joy of geometry?

Jiang Zhai passed by his cousin on the rooftop, and stood on the steps amidst everyone's enthusiastic cheers.

I don't know which window he is now behind.

The young man smiled in the wind, with single eyelids, long eyelashes, and a very special arc at the end of his eyes, Chen Yiran couldn't help but take a second look, and quietly remembered the outline in his heart.

"I fell in love with someone," he said.

After the silence, there were wild cheers and whistles.

Chen Yiran's eyes widened suddenly, and he supported the window frame uncontrollably.

"You don't need to be so exaggerated." Jiang Zhai looked at the teacher downstairs who was glaring at him, and smiled slowly.

"But I won't confess for the time being," he said. "The teacher taught me that you have to be tactful and polite."

He seemed to be talking nonsense, but only he and the person he liked knew who the "teacher" he just casually mentioned was his life mentor.

There was no one he wanted to talk about downstairs, and Jiang Zhai looked at the white clouds, tall buildings, and skyline in the distance with peaceful eyes, lazily and solemnly.

"I will cherish the rest of my high school time, and I hope you will too."

"Let's go on our own for the time being, try our best to live up to our youth, and then, I hope to go to a future with you."

A textbook confession.

Among the noisy crowd, the boy who was quietly held hands and fingers intertwined looked up at the tall figure on the rooftop and thought to himself, it is a very lucky thing to be liked by Jiang Jiang, Chen teacher.

In fact, as early as last semester, before Teacher Zhao Feiran's accident, and at Jiang Zhai's birthday party, Yu Dian had a conversation with Fa Xiao in the kitchen.

Yu Dian asked him, "Don't you want to confess to Teacher Chen?"

Jiang Zhai answered irrelevantly: "He is a teacher, and I am a student."

Yu Dian didn't speak at that time, but what was written in his eyes was: "Do you still care about this?"

Jiang Di couldn't help laughing: "I really don't care what others say about me, but I will care about him."

It is already against the norms to have feelings of the same sex, not to mention that they are still a teacher-student relationship in high school, even if he thinks about it, he can't drag Chen Yiran to really die in the field with him.

Yu Dian made a long "oh" sound: "I understand this, liking is presumptuous, but loving is restraining, right?"

So...has he already fallen in love with Chen Yiran?

Jiang Zhai lowered his eyelids, smiled and said "hmm".

Think about it, even though he was murdered by Mr. Chen, he still likes Chen Yiran very much.

Whether wearing a cold mask or taking off the mask and smiling at him, I like it very much.

Yu Dian asked him naively: "Then you like Teacher Chen, is it different from how you liked me before?"

His eyes were clean, pure curiosity.

Jiang Zhai thought about the child's question, sorted out the symptoms and characteristics of the person he liked by category, and found out after comparison: They are indeed different.

Yu nodded and said, "So you didn't really like me before, but you happened to see me when no one else could like you."

He's talking nonsense like that.

Jiang Zhai pinched the kid's face with a broken smile.

"Then do you really like me?"

Yu Dian was at a loss for a moment, thought for a while, and replied in frustration: "I seem to have really liked you."

Jiang Zhai sighed and gently took him into his arms.

"Don't underestimate yourself, you are so good, of course I really liked you."

I like it very much, treat it as a jewel, treasure it carefully, and treat it with caution.During the days when he was determined to give up the orb, his inner struggles, pain...all were not fake.

He really liked it too much seriously, although they missed it in the end, but Jiang Zhai would not deny the real existence of this relationship at any time, including fighting with Yu Zisheng.

But now he likes Chen Yiran, and he is also so cautious and precious.

Although it is different from the way of treating Yu Dian, it is only because Xiao Yudian and Chen Yiran are two completely different people.

When Jiang Zhai liked children, he was a gentle big brother, and occasionally teased him, but it was within an inch that he could be coaxed with a word.

And when he fell in love with adults he couldn't read, Jiang Zhai became that annoying little boy in the elementary school classroom, pulling the girl's braids, making fun of her crooked bow tie, bullying her, and provoking her.

At the same time, protect her.

After the beginning of spring, the evening after school is gradually no longer wearing stars and wearing moons.

Chen Yiran was thinking about what he saw in school today, holding his mobile phone, absently sending a polite decline to his female colleague's dinner invitation.

"Chen Yiran!"

A familiar call sounded behind him. During the day, his chest and heartbeat tightened, and he almost thought that his name would be called out on the rooftop like this.

His back was hit hard by another person's chest, and the young man took him in his arms and swooped forward a few steps. Before Chen Yiran could react, there was a "bang" sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him.

Parabolic.

Jiang Zhai let go of him and turned around, looking at the mineral water bottle on the ground whose cap had been blown off by a violent impact, feeling his pulse so violently that his left chest was about to explode.

Chen Yiran turned around in a daze, the water in the plastic bottle just spread to his feet.

Jiang Zhai pulled him back two steps.

"Watch the way, teacher." His tone was almost helpless in a hurry.

Chen Yiran blinked, as if he hadn't reacted yet, his long eyelashes were like a pair of frightened butterfly wings, fragile and pitiful.

Jiang Zhai stared at him calmly, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Do you still remember my birthday wish, teacher."

Don't be angry when I call you Chen Yiran.

Chen Yiran looked up at him slightly, almost sighing in his heart.

"I remember," he said.

Jiang Di: "But I've changed it now."

Change it to something.Can this be changed?

Chen Yiran hadn't had time to react in a proper way, the next second, the boy had already leaned over, and pressed his soft lips very carefully and affectionately.

My new wish is that you never push me away when I kiss you.