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After coming out of the orphanage, Tao Xihong asked, "Shall we have dinner together?"

"I'll do it myself at home." Xu Jiangtong politely refused, while checking the map on his phone.

"Going to the subway station?" Tao Xihong drifted to his side, "I'll take the bus back to school and drop you off."

"Okay, thank you." Xu Jiangtong was not familiar with the roads in Jingzhou, so he put away his phone and followed.

"How did you come to work in China?" Seeing him walking towards him, Tao Xihong was secretly proud, not wanting to give up every opportunity to be alone.

In fact, it was a surprise to meet him in the orphanage today.

Tao Xihong originally thought that after the class, the two would have no intersection.

"I want to experience different customs and customs. I have never been exposed to East Asian culture before." Xu Jiangtong's answer was very official, but what he thought in his heart was that he must not let him know that he was afraid of the cold.

He has a problem with being easily affected by the weather.

Siberia's climate is too bad, the long winter is full of sunshine, the streets are blocked by heavy snow, and the sky and the earth are endlessly white.

In his first year in St. Petersburg, his mental state took a sharp turn for the worse, but he had to swallow the path he chose.

Hands are a little cold.Xu Jiangtong shrank his neck, regretting not wearing a scarf today.It happened that there was a milk tea shop on the side of the road. He turned his head to look at Tao Xihong, and walked over with great interest.

"Why did you suddenly think of buying milk tea?" Tao Xihong also opened the door and went in.

Seeing that he was a foreigner, the young lady was stunned for a few seconds before opening her mouth: "Hello, may I help you?"

Xu Jiangtong waved his hand, pointed to the menu and said skillfully: "Jasmine milk green, medium cup, hot drink, whole sugar, package."

It turned out to be a milk tea professional.

Tao Xihong stood behind and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Mr. Xiao Jiang couldn't find the subway station, but the milk tea is cheap."

"But full sugar, will the calories be too high?"

"I don't need to deliberately control my figure." Xu Jiangtong leaned on the bar in the waiting area, as if remembering something, and said with a smirk, "Unlike you, you don't even remember the last time you drank milk tea?"

"..." Could there really be such a childish teacher?Tao Xihong felt that his character was very simple since he started teasing cats in class.

The young lady put the hot drink into a plastic bag: "Sir, your milk tea is ready."

"Wait." Tao Xihong snatched the packaging bag before him, "I have never had milk tea when I grow up, would the teacher buy me a cup?"

"No way?" As a lover of sweets, Xu Jiangtong said that he couldn't imagine it.

"I started practicing football at the age of five. The coach was strict with me, and my weight was unstable during adolescence. How dare I drink indiscriminately?" Tao Xihong pouted aggrievedly, picked up the straw and was about to insert it into the lid of the milk tea, "Anyway, you were the one who teased me first. , I’ll drink this cup if I don’t buy it.”

"It's not big or small." Xu Jiangtong criticized him with a straight face, but because he was blushed by the heating and air conditioner, he seemed harmless.

The lady at the front desk quickly persuaded them with a smile: "It just so happens that our store is holding an event in Lidong, the second cup is half price, you can convert it."

Xu Jiangtong didn't care about the money, he hesitated and said, "It's okay..."

"If you want it, it will be counted according to the activity." Tao Xihong pointed to the bulletin board, leaning on the counter and staring at him eagerly.

In an instant, Xu Jiangtong had the illusion of Samoyed again.

"Okay." After a moment of stalemate, he compromised.

Tao Xihong's taste is light, so he ordered a cup of Peach Oolong with three-point sugar.When the two of them walked out of the store with their milk teas in their hands, Xu Jiangtong still couldn't believe that he would actually buy something for the students.

But he also overlooked one point because his Chinese is not good. The slogan of the Lidong event is "Winter is approaching, @最终心的TA, let’s share the warmth together".

Holding the milk tea in his hand, Tao Xihong took a big sip, and waved it proudly in front of his eyes.

"It's so sweet, it's worthy of being bought by the teacher."

"Do you remember that I am your teacher?" He asked angrily.

Tao Xihong shook his head secretively: "You are a teacher, but not my teacher. Our teacher-student relationship is over."

"Then don't pester me from now on."

"There is an old saying in China called 'A teacher is also a friend'. Why can't we be friends? Obviously, the communication before was very pleasant."

"Are you happy?" Xu Jiangtong finally couldn't hold back anymore, "Who is it in front of my colleagues who said in public that I teach water lessons?"

Sure enough, he heard it that day... Tao Xihong was speechless, thinking that this little brown-haired boy really knows how to hold grudges.

"I was wrong." He changed the subject and quickly apologized, "But then my attitude was so correct, this vendetta should be overturned."

"But..." Xu Jiangtong was just about to argue, "Woo———" The cold wind from the northern plains tore a crack and poured into his neck unexpectedly.

He straightened his shoulders, clutched the milk tea in his hand, and coughed a few times in discomfort.

"So cold?" Tao Xihong discovered another secret and walked behind him to block the direction of the wind.

"Stop making trouble, let's go indoors quickly."

His voice hovered in the air.

Xu Jiangtong suddenly realized that he was half a head taller than himself.This is a treatment that boys over 1.8 meters in height rarely get.

The heat of the two exchanged and passed on a certain evening in early winter, blocking the cold wind from rushing towards him.

His body seemed to be getting warmer, Xu Jiangtong thought, maybe this winter won't be so tough anymore.

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When writing heat exchange, my mind is full of thermal cycle diagrams (kneeling