my high math teacher

After thinking about her on Wednesday, it finally came to Thursday, which means a lot to me. This time, I invited a little girl from my classmate to accompany me in class.With someone accompanying me, I was naturally confident, so we sat in the second row with confidence.

As soon as I was seated, I noticed the green leather exercise books on the desks of other students. From my understanding of the woman, she should have specially emphasized that students should bring exercise books in the last class, so it is obvious that the main point of this class is The content is the topic.

The person she likes arrives in style, wearing a pink fluffy long coat, inside is a black long windbreaker with a bear pattern, blue jeans, and on her feet are the pair of underwear that she seems to have worn many times. Height increasing shoes.It seems that she likes to wear pink more and more, thinking that she was not like this two years ago.At that time, I wondered why she was a young and beautiful woman with a good figure, so why didn't she wear something pink?It's either black or blue all day long.But now it seems that she finally got the hang of it.

Because of the close distance, I can see the makeup on her face clearly with my myopia glasses.Obviously, she has put a lot of effort into her eye makeup today, not only brushing her eyelashes, but also applying eyeliner.Compared with her who hardly wears makeup on weekdays, today she is definitely wearing heavy makeup.

She already has big eyes, and with today's eye makeup modification, even though we are separated by a few meters, I am still dazzled by her electricity.

Of course, I like her without makeup or with delicate makeup.

Sure enough, today is the last class of the first volume, and the next class will be about the second volume.She first made a summary of the knowledge in the last chapter in 20 minutes, and then began to explain the questions in the exercise book, explaining one by one very carefully. I listened carefully, but my eyes were always focused on her, or Her writing on the blackboard, or her beautiful hands.

In my impression, she never seemed to wipe the blackboard, but this time it was beyond my expectation.When the space on the two blackboards was completely filled by her, she had finished talking about eight questions, and then she erased some of the knowledge points she had just summarized on the blackboards, and used the remaining space to finish talking about the ninth question.It was almost time to watch this class, and she said, "If you have any questions, you can ask them."

When get out of class was over, she unscrewed the tea bottle and took two sips.Then, she fiddled with her phone as usual.Soon, a student went to the front and asked something, and she said that I don't know, and I don't know either.

A student took the initiative to wipe the blackboard. She walked around from behind the desk to the front of the desk, standing sideways, right in front of me, with a distance of no more than three meters.Such a close distance made me suddenly nervous again.Then she turned her back to me and twisted her feet there. I thought it was funny, so I took out my phone and boldly recorded this scene.

After class was over, she stood back at the desk, first talked about the elective mathematics experiment, and then continued to explain the exercises.

After finishing all 17 questions in the exercise book, the blackboard was once again filled by her.

It was exactly 11:30, and there were 10 minutes before the end of get out of class. She said again: "If you have any questions, you can ask." Then, she walked off the podium, took off the loudspeaker worn on her head, and handed it to the class representative.Later, a classmate in the first row asked her a question, so she stood just a few steps away from me for a while, knowing that her eyes stopped on the table, so I took the opportunity to admire her openly beauty.

Seeing that it was almost time, she returned to the podium and put the unfinished tea back into her bag, then put on her pink coat and stood at the door waiting for get out of class to end.When the bell rang, she immediately opened the door and left, and my sight was quickly filled with all kinds of figures.

I found two interesting things during this class. One is that she likes to break chalk. Every time she writes two lines, she has to break off the ones she used before, so she needs several pieces of chalk after a class.Curious about her habit, so I went to the blackboard when there was no one in the classroom to check the chalk ends that she broke off, and found that there were some black particles inside the chalk.It’s no wonder that she has developed this habit because her writing is not smooth, but if she breaks it like this day and night, her fingers should be very strong~

Another thing is, maybe because of the dry weather, she has been tearing the skin on her lips during class today.So, I wonder, why doesn't she wear lipstick in this weather?And she touched her lips with her right hand that was covered in chalk dust, so she must have eaten a lot of chalk dust.She didn't wash her hands after class, she just took her mobile phone, drink bottles, etc., and the most important thing is that she didn't wash her hands until after school, just put on her clothes and left.The chalk dust made several white marks on her black windbreaker, and she probably didn't notice it herself.

After asking the little girl to have lunch in the cafeteria, I returned to the dormitory in a happy mood.While flipping through the photos and videos I took today, I was laughing foolishly.But soon, my happy mood was replaced by sadness again. I don't know why, every time I see her back, I feel like this, that is, great sadness after great joy.

Lying on the bed, I couldn't sleep because I was so excited because I suddenly wanted to give her a lipstick.It's only March now, which is the transition period from winter to spring, and the dry weather will last at least another month, so I'm giving her lipstick now, which will definitely come in handy in the future.Because the object is her, I plan to give her a Dior color-changing lipstick, so that at least she won't be disgusted.

I quickly downloaded several apps, and I checked the price of Dior's color-changing lipstick. More than 200 yuan is not too expensive, and I can still afford it.At the same time, I contacted my sister and asked her to ask her classmate who is a purchasing agent. If there is no news from my sister, then I will shoot on JD.com.

The matter of lipstick came to an end for the time being. I searched for the bag that Shang Yiluan was carrying today. Since I couldn’t observe her bag up close, I finally found the most similar one on Gucci’s official website.

14800?When I saw the price, I was full of question marks. If Shang Yiluan really carried this bag, wouldn't she have to spend about two months' salary?Although I don't know the exact figure of her monthly salary, at her age and title, 1 yuan is the best.Two months salary just to buy a bag?I don't believe it in my heart.

Then I checked the bear-patterned windbreaker she was wearing, and finally found a brand from my sister - MOSCHINO, but I couldn't find the same style on her, either on JD.com or on the official website. I only found it on Taobao and Tmall. It's exactly the same, but the price is less than 300 yuan.

From 14800-300, I am a little surprised at this price range. 300 yuan, which is not even as expensive as the sweater I wear. Would a person with a bag of at least a few thousand yuan really wear such cheap clothes?To be honest, I would rather she be the kind of prodigal who spends money without batting an eye, than that she is full of street goods.

It was past 5 pm when I put down my phone, I quickly cleared my head and prepared to fall asleep.In the end, I had another dream within a dream, and I was still with Amy, but this time there was no Shang Yiluan in the dream.

In the dream, I went shopping with Amy. When I got on the escalator, I found that the escalator was not running smoothly. If I didn't go down in time, I would be thrown away.Then, I was thrown out several times. During this process, I was flying in the air, and I had a clear sense of weightlessness. I was very scared, afraid that I would fall to my death, so every time I landed, I wanted to go down quickly, or hold on to something Stuff keeps me from being thrown away.But no matter how hard I try, I can't change my fate of being thrown out again and again. I can only be thrown high and fall again and again...