same-sex repulsion 1

eleven o'clock! ! !

Even if I sleep in at home disciplinedly on weekends, I never get up at eleven o'clock.

At this point... the day lily is cold...

What's going on...why didn't my mother wake me up?

Discipline thought to himself, only for a moment the thought of "otherwise I will stay at home and not go to school today".Afterwards, like a small flame, it was extinguished with a wave of my hand before it could expand.

let's go to school...

Resignedly, I tidied up all my things, and checked again and again in the mirror that my face was no longer swollen.Still uneasy, he applied a little ointment on his face.

It's just that although I slept well today, my face is paler than before...

The gauze in his hand could not be removed, discipline searched around the house, and saw the note left by his mother on the coffee table in the living room.

[Should sleep well.

The coat is washed, you should have seen it.

I told Han Fangzhi not to wait for you, but I guess you will still go to school.

Breakfast is on the dining table, and your favorite peach-flavored yogurt is gone.

Remember to bring your keys and keep your injured hands away from water.

Mother. 】

Mom... Really know yourself.

Discipline picked up the note, went to the study and put it in a book, then went to the kitchen to get breakfast and hurried downstairs to school.

When I arrived at school, the class happened to be in math class.

Yan Ming was speaking papers in front of the class, and was obviously taken aback when he saw the discipline coming in from the back door of the class.

"Is there anyone else who doesn't know this question?"

No one speaks.

Discipline wanted to tiptoe back to his seat, but was stopped by strict gestures.

"Come on, everyone, turn the paper to the back and do question six."

Then Yan Ming walked to the back of the class.

Reach out.

?

Discipline unknown so.

"bag."

Ah...Although I don't know what Yan Ming wants to do, discipline still hands Yan Ming his schoolbag.

Yan Ming turned around and put his schoolbag on the office chair behind the class, led him to the corridor, and closed the back door.

"Today your mother asked me for leave, saying that your hand was injured."

"Yeah." Discipline stretched out his gauze-wrapped left hand, making a rare joke, "Fortunately, it's the left hand, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write."

Yan Ming didn't smile, but frowned.

"Then do the arms and legs you injured yesterday still hurt?"

"Uh..." Yan Ming didn't mention it, discipline himself had already forgotten...

After all, what happened yesterday is too much information to accept.For a moment, I forgot that there was such an episode last night.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, teacher, thank you for your coat, I have brought it back."

Yan Ming didn't care much about it.

He put his hand lightly on Discipline's shoulder.

"The coat doesn't matter, it was last night... Did you go to the hospital?"

"Ah."

"At night...the doctor may not be reliable, I will take you to deal with it later."

I feel that Yan Ming is very concerned about this matter very abnormally, but discipline is a little flattered, "It's okay, teacher, the doctor my dad saw yesterday..."

"Yeah." Yan Ming thought for a while, "Then you sit by my side first, go back after class, and I will explain the paper to you then."

"Thank you, teacher."

Yan Ming pushed open the back door, walked to the podium with the papers in hand, and started to lecture again.

Discipline took out the paper and sat behind the strict desk.There is not much inconvenience when writing, and the hands don't hurt too much.The body recovered really quickly. In just one night, everything from yesterday had dissipated like dust in the wind. Only the wounds and the memories in my mind clearly proved that everything really existed and happened in the past.

Putting Yan Ming's coat on the back of the chair, discipline saw the big clover logo on the back.

...

Is this really Yan Ming's clothes?

The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and after Yan Ming said that get out of class was over, some students got up from their seats and moved their bodies.

"Hey, here comes the discipline."

"What did the monitor do before..."

"Maybe I went shopping in the other world."

"Alas..."

...

Discipline walked back to his seat with his schoolbag in his hand, and Han Fangzhi immediately grabbed his shoulders.

"Yesterday, I was fine after school. Why did I hurt my hand after I got home?"

"This...was beyond my expectations."

"Nonsense, how could everything be expected." He curled his lips, "Aunt He told me this morning that your hand was injured, and I thought you wouldn't come today."

That's right... why am I here today?

"Han Fangzhi, come and help me move things."

Yan Ming stood at the door of the class.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm jealous." Han Fangzhi moved up to Discipline to tease him, and rushed to the door before the other party could react.

"Come on, come on, teacher, I was wrong..."

Why are you jealous?

Ah!

Thinking of the other party's ridicule last night.

"Han Fangzhi!" Discipline stood up and slapped the table, but forgot that his left hand was still injured, and he was half dead from the pain.

hiss...

Han Fangzhi, you wait.

At noon, because Han Fangzhi's mother, like Han Fangzhi, thought that discipline would not come to school today, she did not prepare lunch for discipline.Discipline didn't have time to eat the breakfast prepared by his mother, so he just took it for lunch.

A piece of bread seemed just right for a breakfast in a hurry, but it wasn't enough for lunch, especially for a boy who was still growing.

Discipline and Han Fangzhi chatted while eating.

Han Fangzhi is taller and stronger than Ji Ji, and eats more every meal.Seeing that Discipline only had one piece of bread, he thought about sharing his meal with Discipline.

"No, you can eat. I ate in the morning and I'm not too hungry yet."

Discipline made lame excuses, thinking that he would go downstairs later to buy something to eat, and finished the bread in a few mouthfuls, so he sat there chatting with Han Fangzhi.

"Discipline, the teacher asked you to go to the office."

As soon as Cai Jiajia came back from the outside, she was looking for discipline in the class.

"The teacher is looking for you again..." Han Fangzhi still had food in his mouth, and his words were slurred.

But that still couldn't stop him from thinking like a wild horse running wild.

"What are you thinking, I haven't settled with you before."

Discipline gave Han Fangzhi a blank look, walked back to his seat and took out the math paper, "I'm late. The teacher said he would explain the paper to me."

"Oh——" Seeing that Discipline really went out with a math paper, Han Fangzhi bowed his head and ate by himself.

Discipline was wearing a school uniform with long sleeves, and walked downstairs with a paper in his hand.

"Hey, did you find a teacher for discipline?"

"Ok?"

Discipline stood at the stairs and turned to look at Cai Jiajia.

The other party probably just came out of the bathroom, and was shaking the water while talking.

"I'm going to find the teacher."

"Oh, by the way, you didn't come in the morning. The teacher's office has been moved to the opposite side of our class."

"Oh, thanks."

Discipline turned back again and knocked on the opposite door.

"Please come in."

Discipline opened the door and walked into the office.

"You hand out this stack of papers as homework. Tomorrow is my first class in your class, so you don't need to accept it. Just let the students find it out before class."

"Okay. Goodbye, teacher."

A boy walked from the desk to the door with a paper, and looked up at him when he passed by Discipline.

People from the second class.

Although they don't know each other, but because they are all on the fourth floor, they can always see them when they go back and forth, that is, they are familiar with each other.

The teacher only teaches us one class...

Discipline is a little confusing.

"What are you thinking about standing there?"

"Ah... nothing."

Discipline came back to his senses, and he saw that there was only one cabinet and two desks in the office.At first glance, it was arranged in a hurry, without any life-like things that would appear in a teacher's office-a bed for noon breaks, hangers and so on.

The other desk was unused and vacant.

On Yan Ming's desk, there are papers and water glasses on it, and the class schedule is pasted on the corner of the desk.

There are also lunch boxes!

Two boxes of school lunches sit on the other side of the table.

"Bring over the paper, I'll give you a grade."

"it is good."

It seems that Yan Ming memorized the answers, did not compare any papers, and directly corrected them after picking them up.

Discipline was on his side.

"Take the chair next to you and sit down."

"it is good."

Disciplinary made a few wrong questions, some due to sloppy calculations, and some really difficult questions.Yan Ming didn't explain it very carefully, but just briefly talked about the normal way of thinking.

Sometimes, talking too much and too much detail is not a good thing.

"Ah, that's right." After finishing the paper, Yan Ming put down the red pen, "The math teacher in Class [-] had an operation, and I will substitute for him. If you can't find me, you can visit Class [-]."

"okay."

Discipline is ready to move the chair back across.

"Are you eating or not?"

"Ok?"

"I haven't eaten yet. When the people in the cafeteria delivered the food, they forgot to send an extra box when the second class teacher didn't come."

After all, there is still a period of time between the lunch break at noon and the dinner at night. Now...

Discipline glanced at his watch. If he went down to buy snacks, he would not have enough time.

"Thank you teacher, I'm not impolite."

Although he was very happy in his heart, his discipline was still the usual expression.

Yan Ming rolled up his sleeves and packed his desk, then opened the two lunch boxes.

"Eat."

This is the second time discipline has dinner with Yan Ming.

When Yan Ming eats, he can't tell if he has any preference for different dishes, but he eats less meat.

I even eat the carrots in the meatloaf...

Really not picky eaters.

Without any trace of discipline, he pushed the carrots in the meat slices to an inconspicuous corner, and there were a few more meat slices on the rice.

"you eat."

"Teacher, don't you eat?"

Yan Ming smiled.

When Yan Ming was eating, he took off his glasses, and his brows and eyes, which seemed to be somewhat angular, were much gentler now.

It seems that the gentleness shown in front of people in the past is an illusion, but the gentleness at this moment is the most real.A smile can really melt the ice, even discipline, a corner of the heart is as soft as melted chocolate.

"You love this."

He didn't use a questioning tone, nor did he explain whether he likes food or not. His considerate and unrefusable behavior is a side that Yan Ming has never shown.

Such a man...

It will probably appeal to everyone.No matter how gentle and harmless and personable he is in front of people, even if he knows clearly that he has an unknown side, or, no one has ever understood the real Yan Ming.He was always so elegant, and always made people follow his ideas and treat him as the person he showed.

He will not change because of others, nor will he soften or change because of all the sincerity others have given.

How cruel, but people can't help but go forward, like a moth fluttering its wings and flying flames with its head held high and its chest held high.The brain is capable of producing correct perceptions, but nothing more.

Discipline lowered his head and did not speak.

He didn't look at Yan Ming, his expression was gloomy.

Is it to let go of all defenses and accept it without reservation, even if you end up bleeding?

Or stick to it, even if it is the countless throbs and choices in the future, grasp the last sliver of clarity?

"Well... don't you like to eat?"

There was a calm male voice next to his ear, with a questioning tone.

"No, it's delicious."

Discipline opened his mouth, and ate the sliced ​​meat that Yan Ming picked up.

Still can't refuse.

The author has something to say:

This is definitely a piece of meat with historical significance 2333

This manuscript has been lying on the phone for a long time orz.

This time, I really didn’t save the manuscript [Actually, the reason why I saved the manuscript is because Kawen happened seven years later..

Now even the high school part is Kawen QAQ