I don't just want to dream about you

Until after school in the evening, Meng Yihuan went back to the dormitory accompanied by Shen Qinghan, but she didn't understand what the dream was going to be.

"Have you considered joining the student union?" Shen Qinghan asked.

"No..." Meng Yihuan's voice was not loud, she lowered her head and thought, does this senior sister like to be close to people when she talks?There is a sense of... pressure?

"Then..." Shen Qinghan wanted to say something to get Meng Yihuan to come to his side to do something, but when he looked at Meng Yihuan with deep eyes, he was not in a hurry, "Let's rest early."

Shen Qinghan rubbed Meng Yihuan's head, the movement was very natural, it seemed that he was just touching it casually.

Watching Shen Qinghan turn around and leave, Meng Yihuan stood there in a daze, and touched the spot that Shen Qinghan had just touched with his hand, this senior...well, so inexplicable.

"Yihuan, are you alright?"

As soon as I arrived in the dormitory, my deskmate came up and asked, holding Meng Yihuan's arm and looking around, "That old woman came to the class at night and lost her temper, it was scary."

"I...should be fine?" Thinking of the math teacher's class tomorrow, Meng Yihuan hesitated. Why did he have to dream about the math teacher? Really, dreaming can't make him happier!

"As long as you're fine, we thought you were scolded by the math teacher." The tablemate looked at Meng Yihuan as if nothing was wrong, so he felt relieved.

"Uh, I'm fine now, but I might be in big trouble tomorrow..." Meng Yihuan said.

It's like the math teacher's vengeful temper, if she doesn't criticize herself tomorrow, it's not her.

"...You won't confront the old woman head-on, right?" the deskmate swallowed.

"Well, almost"

The tablemate couldn't say anything, so he patted Meng Yihuan on the shoulder, "Then I can only wish you good luck."

Meng Yihuan closed her eyes, and began to pray that she would wake up from the dream, but it was useless, she opened her eyes again, and she was still in the dormitory.

Forget it, accept your fate.

However, if you are dreaming, what is there to be afraid of?It's a big deal to beat all these annoying people.

Meng Yihuan remembered that her college roommate had taken a very mysterious course, saying it was about exploring dreams.

It is said that people are omnipotent in their dreams, as long as the mind is strong enough, anything can be done.

So can you do everything yourself?Meng Yihuan washed up, looked at the water flowing in the faucet, turned it upside down, and stopped the water.

The water was still flowing, and Meng Yihuan was sluggish on the spot.

After a while in Secondary [-], Meng Yihuan realized that in his dreams he was just an ordinary good-for-nothing.

Could it be that my mind is not strong enough?

"Yi Huan, why are you in a daze, let's go, go eat," said the same table standing at the door with two big bags of garbage.

The first period after the morning reading was the math teacher's class. Meng Yihuan was already afraid and nervous. In fact, she was often called and scolded in high school, but she had a thick skin and would not show any sadness when she was scolded. She was still laughing.

Like yesterday, those scolding words were actually not too much, Meng Yihuan had even heard worse words, but why did she mention her parents.

Meng Yihuan's outburst of temper yesterday was all because the math teacher stepped on her thunder point and actually mentioned her parents.

Is it a person who is not scolded enough?Do you have to add your own family?

Thinking about these in the morning reading, the short 10 minutes soon ended.

Meng Yihuan has recovered enough energy, even if the math teacher comes in and scolds him overwhelmingly, and let the whole class see that he is making a fool of himself, he will never show a sad expression.

However, it was not the math teacher who entered the class in math class, but the English teacher, Meng Yihuan's head teacher.

"Your math teacher has something to do, this class is self-study." After saying this, the class teacher glanced at Meng Yihuan.

"Yihuan, come out with me."

In the three years of high school, Meng Yihuan had the best relationship with her homeroom teacher, because Meng Yihuan's English scores have always been very good, and the teacher took special care of her.

"What's wrong, teacher?" Meng Yihuan was thinking wildly, why didn't the math teacher come to class?

"Have you read the monthly English test results?"

Why are you talking about grades again?I'm afraid I didn't let myself offend all my high school teachers in my dream.

"Haven't seen it yet"

The two walked into the office, and the head teacher took out Meng Yihuan's English test paper, "I did well in the test, and I made great progress."

Meng Yihuan stretched his neck and looked at it. One hundred and three is not considered good, but it is indeed much better than what he took in high school.

"Did Mr. He talk to you yesterday?"

Come, come, sure enough, the math teacher didn't come today because he was mad at me?

"Yeah" Even though I thought a lot in my heart, I still looked cute on the face.

"Mr. He was suspended at home, do you know what happened?"

"Ah?" Meng Yihuan was stunned.

In other words, isn't this math teacher with a background behind him, why was he suspended at home?

"I, I don't know..." Meng Yihuan lowered his head, thinking sadly that the head teacher must have thought that the math teacher was suspended because of what he had done to ask him out.

Fortunately, Meng Yihuan lowered her head, otherwise she would have been dumbfounded if she saw the head teacher's helpless smile.

Seeing Meng Yihuan's frightened look, the homeroom teacher didn't intend to ask any more questions. This morning, she found out that the math teacher who always loved to sell the old was suspended. She was so happy that she ate an extra basket of steamed stuffed buns.

"Then since you don't know, forget about it. You take away the English test papers from our class, and I'll talk about it later in class."

"Oh oh, I see." Meng Yihuan couldn't figure out the temperament of the head teacher.After a long time, she has forgotten how she got along with the head teacher.

While sorting out the English test papers, Meng Yihuan recalled something about the math teacher.She remembered that the math teacher had some background behind her. Otherwise, with her level, she would not be able to teach in this school at all, and dare to scold the students for nothing.

What the hell is going on, why is the math teacher suspended at home, and it happens to be the second day after training me.

For some reason, Meng Yihuan remembered Shen Qinghan asking himself the question about the usual attitude of the math teacher towards him.

Could it be that...Meng Yihuan didn't dare to think about it anymore, it's impossible that the math teacher's suspension has her own reasons, right?

"The vocabulary you wrote in this English composition is very advanced. Are you interested in participating in the English corner?"

thud thump, there was a knock on the door, which stopped the head teacher and continued to mutter.

Huh, this plot seems familiar.

"Teacher, please lend me Yihuan from your class." Shen Qinghan opened the door, staring directly at Meng Yihuan's back.

Hey, it seems to be the same story as yesterday.

Meng Yihuan began to wonder how her brain made up a character like Shen Qinghan for herself, this perfect senior girl character is really great!

Shen Qinghan didn't do much in the student union. She was a well-known art student, and she often won honors in competitions for the school. When the teachers saw her, they would give her some face.

So Meng Yihuan followed behind Shen Qinghan again, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Just now, were you being lectured?" Shen Qinghan asked in a natural tone, as if asking casually.

"Huh? No." Meng Yihuan shook his head, the head teacher was very nice to him.

"It was the teacher who asked me if I wanted to go to the English Corner"

"Is that so..."

"Senior, what can I do for you?"

"Can't you find a school girl if you have nothing to do?"

Shen Qinghan was still smiling, turned around to look at Meng Yihuan, his eyes were clear, and he couldn't find any faults.

"It's class time now, senior sister, you can't be out of class, right?"

"Oh, I skipped class, so I have nothing to do"

The answer was so straightforward, Meng Yihuan was startled, what, isn't this the setting of a cute girl?

Damn it, it's not a cute and beautiful girl in my dream, what a waste of such a cute and beautiful girl's face.Meng Yihuan felt deeply regretful.

"Pfft, disillusioned?" Shen Qinghan covered his mouth with his hands and smiled, his eyes crooked.

"Well...a little bit"

Shen Qinghan couldn't help laughing seeing Meng Yihuan's stunned appearance like three souls lost and seven souls.When she first got close to Meng Yihuan, she didn't intend to set up a persona, she wanted to show him her real self.

"After all, senior looks like a good girl," Meng Yihuan said with a sneer.

It's impossible to be the only one who feels that way, right?Yes, yes.No one can give her an answer except herself.

"Really?" The corners of Shen Qinghan's lips turned up, with a kind of youthful amorousness among young girls, "I think that elementary school girls look very obedient."

"Huh? Not really." Meng Yihuan retorted, she was determined to be a house girl, of course she looked decadent and frustrated, how could she be a good girl.

Come on, will there be good girls arguing with the teacher?Of course not, so she can never be a good girl.

But is it not good for me to talk to this senior sister I just met? It's too smooth, it's over.

Shen Qinghan pulled Meng Yihuan into the toilet, pushed back the hair on Meng Yihuan's forehead, revealing Meng Yihuan's complete face.

"Such a cute face, I hide it every day, why don't you show it to others?" Shen Qinghan took out a rubber band, and focused on braiding Meng Yihuan's hair, with admiration in his eyes.

This kind of Meng Yihuan finally coincided with the Meng Yihuan in her memory.

Shen Qinghan couldn't help but wanted to touch Meng Yihuan's face, but after hesitating for a few seconds, she gave up.

Looking at himself with a delicate and fleshy face in front of the mirror.Meng Yihuan chose to close her eyes, it turned out that she was so tender back then, she looked like a sissy.

Meng Yihuan seldom looks at her own face, she deliberately keeps her bangs very long, so that it is convenient for her to sleep in class.

It seemed that it was near the end of the second year of high school that Meng Yihuan combed her bangs back and began to study seriously.

But it's only freshman year now... Looking at Shen Qinghan standing behind her in the mirror, Meng Yihuan was deeply confused.

In other words, it seems that when I was in high school, there seemed to be a senior named Shen Qinghan?

It's just that I never noticed it at that time.