Mr. 779 and Mr. 773

Xuanhe's hand was injured for many days. In order to make his injury look more serious and to arouse Xiao Linzi's guilt (although my friend and I don't think Xiao Linzi should be guilty), he went back home and bought a pharmacy. A large pile of gauze pieces and a roll of breathable tape, I wrapped my hands and came back the next day.

Sure enough, the kind-hearted Xiao Linzi was very distressed and guilty. In the first Chinese class, he held his hand and looked at it for a long time, and then said: "Didn't you hit the palm of your hand yesterday? Why did you put gauze on the back of your hand?"

Xuan He was embarrassed, but he had a thick skin, so he said: "Pain transfer tactics may be transferred to the whole arm tomorrow. The nerves of the human body are all twisted and twisted together."

Then Xiao Linzi laughed again, revealing two shallow dimples, this time she didn't blush, she was completely amused.

"Yu Lin!" The Chinese teacher with black-rimmed glasses roared, and the microphone yelled out a piercing electrical sound to her, "Please answer, what color was the lotus tree when Lin Qingxuan was a child?"

Xiao Linzi obediently stood at the back of the classroom, lowered her head, and gently picked the book cover with her hands. Xuan He knew that Xiao Linzi would pick things when she was embarrassed or nervous. Sometimes it was nails, sometimes it was the table, sometimes it was the table. It was the corner of the clothes, and when he suddenly tripped the switch that day, he saw Xiao Linzi picking out his schoolbag.

Xuan He raised his hand, the Chinese teacher adjusted his glasses, gave him a glare, ignored him, and turned around to write on the blackboard.So Xuanhe stood up straight away, the stool was suddenly pushed back, and it rubbed against the floor making a screeching sound.

The Chinese teacher with more than 30 years of teaching experience turned her head, and Xuanhe looked straight into her eyes, "Teacher, I know the color of Lin Qingxuan's lotus tree."

"I won't ask this question now." The teacher said while suppressing his anger.

"Black, as black as your heart, Xiao Linzi was caring about me just now, I was almost disabled by the biology teacher yesterday." Xuanhe completely ignored the Chinese teacher, and said to himself, when he mentioned the biology teacher, The class remembered the sparse applause, and when thinking about it later, Xuan He proudly said to Yu Lin, "Look, this is the voice of the people."

Xuan He and Yu Lin were driven out of the classroom together, and the Chinese teacher said, "You wait, go to my office after class."

"Who's going to her office, old woman." Xuan He stuck out her tongue and winked at the classroom.

"Don't say a few words." Yu Lin's gentle voice was filled with a smile, and softly comforted his tablemate, "The teacher has been teaching for more than 30 years, and has always been an authoritative figure. Just bear with it."

Xuan He turned around and was about to talk back, but looked down at Yu Lin's little hand, which was placed straight on the side of his trousers, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Are you not nervous anymore?"

So Yu Lin blushed again and began to pick his pants.

"I didn't expect that the longest sentence you said to me in the past five days was to excuse that old woman, so sad~" Xuanhe sat in the corridor, leaning against the wall, and almost put an ice cream in front of the TV, The wind in September is mild and cool, and Xuanhe thinks this is much better than going to class.Xiao Linzi sat down next to him, opened her mouth, and finally said nothing, just smiled, that kind of just right smile that made people feel extraordinarily comfortable and gentle.

The Chinese teacher really can't do anything to them, calling them over is nothing more than a review. For Xiao Linzi, as long as there is a template, it is very easy.He originally wanted to help Xuan He write an article by the way, but Xuan He clamored desperately to write it himself to express his thoughts and ambitions.

Xiao Linzi listened to Xuan He's speech with a big head, and tried hard to choose a sentence that would not make the Chinese teacher angry. This is not a review, it is an accusation.When Xuan He said, "You and the biology teacher love corporal punishment so much, why don't you start a family and punish each other with corporal punishment", Yu Lin finally couldn't help shouting to stop.

"Xuanhe..." Yu Lin stopped him, considering his words, "The self-criticism is to reflect on one's own mistakes."

"Teaching is good for both, I'm giving her valuable advice." Xuan He looked down, his passionate work was compressed by Xiao Linzi to four lines, "My God, you just remember what I said. So little?!"

"The others are too extreme. If I were a Chinese teacher, I might vomit three liters of blood." Xiao Linzi spread his hands and made a gesture of wiping his neck—this time it was Xuanhe who was amused, and suddenly thought of a barbell in the quiet self-study class. laughter.

"What's so funny about that?" I asked Mr. 779, imitating the action he described for Xiao Linzi to wipe his neck.

"It's not funny for you, but it's more funny for him. He looks so strict and well-behaved, how should I put it..." Mr. 779 thought for a while, "Cute, I probably thought at the time that he was so cute."

Xiao Linzi, who was so cute to death, was once again embarrassed by Xuan He, laying down on the table not looking at the man who was laughing wildly, and lowering his head to avoid the eyes of other people looking over.

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore. I'll write the review carefully, okay?" Xuanhe saw Xiao Linzi lying on the table and ignored him, and took the opportunity to rub Xiao Linzi's head with soft hair. After that night, he I just love the soft and itchy feeling brought by Xiaolinzi's hair. It's like a cat's hair, but much smoother.

Xiao Linzi wasn't angry at first, he was just a little embarrassed, he sat up, picked up his pen again, "You write carefully this time, don't play around."

Xuan He repeatedly agreed, read the three or four lines on Xiao Linzi's paper, thought for a while and continued.Xuanhe is actually a very insightful and literary person. He wrote carefully, even if it was a review, some sentences were quite praised by Xiaolinzi. After Xiaolinzi helped Xuanhe write, he thought that Xuanhe wrote well I copied the sentence from my own "Doraemon", and recited it to Xuanhe seriously.

"I don't know why, but I'm a little confused and embarrassed by the things you've excerpted from my review," Xiao Linzi stopped writing, raised his head, his face felt aggrieved, and Xuanhe's heart softened when he saw it, and he hurriedly added, "But if you were It is my honor for Xiao Linzi to appreciate your words." Yu Lin smiled at him after hearing this, lowered his head and continued writing with a focused expression, just like his attitude in doing things all the time.

After class, Xuan He thought that the review was written by Xiao Linzi, so he took the review and sent it to the office for Xiao Lin. The Chinese teacher took the review angrily, then glanced at it, took a deep breath: "This word, You wrote it?"

"Written by Yu Lin." After Xuan He finished speaking, he saw the Chinese teacher in her 50s holding their self-criticism book as if she was reading a love letter. slipped back.

Xuan He walked back to the classroom with a blue face, Xiao Linzi thought he had been criticized by the Chinese teacher, and was thinking about how to solve it, when he heard Xuan He's faint voice: "It's over Yu Lin, the Chinese teacher has fallen in love with you."