Himemoto's interpretation

"Pan Tongshui." Teacher Xia tilted her head, her gaze slipped to the back, "Xingqi."

"Mo De Pan Tongshui." Bancun pulled out a fierce and hoarse male voice, "I will not change my name if I want to sit down, Pan Shuitong."

Thinking that he used his shoulders to straighten the portrait that was hung back a second before the door was opened, a thought flashed through Pan Shuitong's mind.

Teacher Xia pronounces "xing" with the flat tone "star", not the second tone "Xing".

"Oh." Teacher Xia didn't seem to care. She pinched the cigarette with her index finger and middle finger, flicked the ash, and sprayed two puffs of smoke from her nose, which merged into a cloud of fog in front of her, rendering her face more and more blurred under the dim light. .

She glanced at the crooked picture frame, raised her hind feet and stepped back.

Pan Shuitong is not worried about being discovered by the teacher, let alone foreign teachers.

But Teacher Xia was too calm, and Pan Shuitong couldn't figure out the depth of the other party. He half reminded and half threatened: "You are a foreign teacher, you can take three more classes at most, don't get yourself into trouble."

As soon as the voice fell, the two doors next to each other opened at the same time, and two people walked out respectively, and several eyes shot out from the dark room.

Upon hearing this, Teacher Xia slipped into the room with the smoke, turned around and closed the door with her toes, "There are only three days left, so it doesn't matter."

A few movements, a few huffs and puffs, green smoke and yellow mist spread alternately in the small room.

Xingqi rubbed her nose and hid behind Bancun.

The board-inch clothes are washed with sulfur soap, and the smell of synthetic fragrances and chemicals is mixed together. The sulfur smell is very prominent, but it neutralizes the aggressiveness of second-hand smoke.

Teacher Xia smoked a cigarette as if no one else was around, and looked at Mona Lisa through the smoke.

The old smoker has no posture in smoking, and after walking around in a puff of green smoke, it turns burnt yellow when it comes out.

Xingqi felt that Teacher Xia might not be in a good mood, and there was only one-third of a cigarette left in a blink of an eye.

She looked and looked, and simply poked her head out from behind Bancun, and said hello with apprehension: "Good evening, Teacher Xia."

Teacher Xia snorted, stubbed out the cigarette butt on the wall, touched one from his pocket, flipped it a few times between his fingers, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

The board inches stand upright like hedgehogs. "Is there any more?"

Teacher Xia glanced at her.

"cigarette."

Second-hand smoke is no different from gas attack to Xingqi, but Pan Shuitong smells like a long-lost stimulant.

The blood is rushing, and the head is hot.

Teacher Xia took out his pocket, took out the unordered one, and shrugged regretfully, "This is the only one left, do you want it?"

Bancun struggled for three seconds before striding forward.

"The one next door takes it easy, it's almost done."

Teacher Xia handed her the cigarette and turned sideways to get out of the way.

Pan Shuitong took the cigarette and didn't rush to put it in his mouth. Instead, he squeezed it with both hands and put it under his nose devoutly to take a deep inhale.

As for smoking, if you don't want to quit, even if you can't smoke for a year or two due to restrictions, as long as you smell it again, you can still trigger your addiction.

If you can take a quick sip, you will die consummated.

After smelling it enough, Pan Shuitong held his cigarette butt, and said in a female voice, "Everyone has their own rules."

Xingqi saw the opportunity and slipped to the door, wanting to leave this smoky little room.

Teacher Xia raised her hand to stop her, "Rabbit."

Xingqi held her breath and blushed, and when she heard the sound of "ah", she was discouraged, and quickly pinched her nose and buzzed: "Mr. Xia."

Pan Shuitong was very concerned about the details of Mr. Xia's mispronunciation just now. Seeing this exchange, he didn't feel strange, and asked with great interest: "Do you know each other?"

Teacher Xia pointed to the door with her thumb, "Go out, she can't smoke second-hand smoke."

"Fuck!" Pan Shuitong's eyes lit up, "I really know each other."

Without saying a word, she pinched off the cigarette holder that Teacher Xia had bitten on, carefully biting the remaining half of the filter cigarette butt, and quickly left the dark room, dispersing the companions guarding the door with two aggressive sounds.

I took a few steps to think about what I forgot, and when I turned back, I saw a scene more exciting than nicotine.

The silly new student leaned his back against the wall, lowered his head, and the profile of his face showed that he wanted to say something, and he wanted to refuse and greet him every time he moved.

Teacher Xia leaned on the wall with one hand, and her tall and thin figure caged most of the new student, with the tip of her nose almost touching her ear.

From the corner of my eye, I saw people sneaking around the door, and Teacher Xia threw a black lighter.

Pan Shuitong gave a thumbs up.

After lighting the cigarette, Pan Shuitong looked back at the small room, the lighter was swinging back and forth in his hand, and the lid switch made a crisp knocking sound.

I thought to myself: Come to this place to have an affair, so fucking good at it!Gay is so fucking handsome!

No matter how many more magnetic explosion infantrymen come, I will be a lifelong——

Fuck it!

I was born gay!

All my life!

It's not the same as she thought.

Xingqi really wanted to avoid Teacher Xia.

In 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, Xingqi thought that only detectives disliked her, but she didn't expect that she also disliked her—of course it was definitely not disgusting, but it took some time to adapt—when she was a detective.

One of the disadvantages of a sensitive sense of smell is that it reacts more strongly to irritating gases, and what the detective inhales is full of strange and pungent smoke.

However, the detective's words let her put aside the discomfort and awkwardness.

"I'm pumping too hard, I'm dizzy, let me rest for a while."

Xingqi no longer dodged, and focused on searching for the silky sandalwood and magnolia fragrance in the smoke.

"Who did you just say looks good?" Teacher Xia shook her neck, rubbing the tip of her nose against Xingqi's forehead intentionally or unintentionally.

Hearing the coolness in her voice, Xingqi's hairs stood on end, "Did I just say who looks good? I don't remember."

"remember me?"

"Teacher Xia."

"Ok?"

The warning in the tone was strong, Xingqi looked left and right, "Detective."

"Give you another chance."

Xingqi put her arms around the back of Teacher Xia's neck, rubbed her collar with her nose, buried her face in her neck, and took a deep breath. Her whole body was full, so she stopped vaguely saying the answer that Teacher Xia wanted.

"Xia Yan."

"Xingqi." Teacher Xia pushed the person away from her shoulders with the tail of the rabbit, and lowered her head slightly.

Even though it was only once, Xingqi had already formed a conditioned reflex by relying on the blood bubbles that the tip of her tongue wanted to pierce but couldn't bear to bite. She stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to send herself up in the blink of an eye.

Teacher Xia, who only wanted to see her, almost choked out a vein.

"I'm here, I've been to class."

The words rolled between the lips and teeth, and fell into the tongue.

After that, it seemed as if a dim light bulb burst suddenly, every inch of air in the room was sparkling with electric sparks, and a few stars fell on the head, making the scalp numb, and the epidermal cells of the whole body were turbulent, hesitating whether to warn the danger or wave the flag to cheer .

Unknowingly, the lingering smoke turned into the fragrance of the forest, the alarm was lifted, and there was only endless joy, floating into the night sky with white smoke.

Mona Lisa's smile is as deep, mysterious and meaningful as it has been for hundreds of years.

An unknown voice from someone's throat interrupted the process of ascension in the dark room.

Xingqi was dizzy, leaned against the wall softly but contentedly, hooked her hands on the back of Teacher Xia's neck, and licked the corners of her mouth eagerly, "Mr. Xia, how much can I score for my homework?"

Teacher Xia didn't want to talk much.

She was against the light, so she couldn't see the expression on her face. She only saw the sparkling light in her eyes, but it was not as wet as the day before yesterday.

Xingqi's heart beat faster, and she wanted to get closer.

Teacher Xia reached out to hold her down, frowned and asked, "How did the teacher teach you this?"

"The teacher's lecture speed is too slow. I asked her if she had any expansion materials, and she sent me a lot of videos."

The water in Teacher Xia's eyes instantly turned into flames: "... Lin!"

Xingqi: "..."

The physiology teacher who masked and changed his voice in the video turned out to be a technical foreign aid.

Why not surprised at all?

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