God Made Incompatibility

"What's wrong with Teacher Meng?" Song Yuxiang asked out of concern.

"It's okay, my stomach is a little uncomfortable." Meng Wanji took the medicine and answered lightly. "Thank you." She read the second half of the sentence lightly, saying to Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu didn't take it to heart, seeing that she was finally willing to open the medicine bag, cared about her body, closed the door, and went back to the driver's seat.

The scorching sun hung high outside the car, and the asphalt road was shiny under the scorching, as if a layer of oil had been drained. Sheng Jinshu bit the milk tea straw and felt that the heat all over his body had cooled down with the temperature of the air conditioner, but there still seemed to be something wrong.

She raised her hand to touch the roof of the car and quickly retracted her hand.

Meng Wanji noticed: "What's wrong?"

Sheng Jinshu turned sideways, spread his hands in front of Meng Wanji, and said quietly, "Did you smell it?"

Meng Wanji asked, "What?"

Sheng Jinshu: "The aroma of barbecued meat."

"..." Meng Wanji didn't laugh, but Song Yuxiang laughed out loud.

The atmosphere in the car was not so dull anymore, Sheng Jinshu retracted his hand and asked Song Yuxiang for his opinion: "Yuxiang, teacher, the roof of this car is only a board, and there is no heat insulation. If we stop for a long time, it will still be uncomfortable for us to sit in it. Me and When Teacher Meng came over, he saw a very literary cafe not far ahead, how about we go over there and sit there?"

Knowing that Meng Wanji was not feeling well, Song Yuxiang came out to find her on purpose. She was so embarrassed to waste her time, she declined, and said, "No need, teacher... If you don't mind, can I go to your dormitory to rest for a while?"

"I don't really want to go home yet," she explained in a low voice.

Sheng Jinshu looked at Meng Wanji and met Meng Wanji's eyes.

For the first time, they had such a tacit understanding. Meng Wanji found that she actually understood the meaning in Sheng Jinshu's eyes.

She looked away, looked at Song Yuxiang, and said, "Yes. However, can I call your mother first to report safety? She is very worried about you."

Song Yuxiang hesitated for two seconds and nodded, but still emphasized: "I don't want to go home yet."

Meng Wanji's eyes were a little indulgent, and she promised her, "Okay, I'll tell her."

She took out her mobile phone and made a call. Song Yuxiang was sitting beside her like on pins and needles, and covered her ears with her hands childishly. Sheng Jinshu looked amused, took out the noise-cancelling headphones from the glove box and handed them to her: "Lend you."

Song Yuxiang was flattered: "Thank you, teacher."

Sheng Jinshu smiled, turned on the music on his phone, then turned around, put the gear on, and smoothly drove out of the parking lot and onto the road.

It didn't take long for Meng Wanji to finish the call and look sideways at Song Yuxiang.

Song Yuxiang consciously took off the earphones, his expression could not hide his nervousness and anxiety.

Meng Wanji said, "Your mother said yes, and then she cares if you have lunch. Let us take you to dinner."

Song Yuxiang was stunned for a while, his eyes suddenly turned a little red.

Meng Wanji asked warmly, "Do you want to eat out, or do you want to order takeout to eat in my and Teacher Sheng's dormitory?"

Song Yuxiang lowered his head and didn't speak for a few seconds, but finally he said, "I'm sorry..."

Low voice.

On such a hot day, it was still the time of National Day holiday, they were forced to come out to find her, but there was no blame, and she felt ashamed.

Meng Wanji is not good at comforting people, her eyes softened, she reached out to touch her shoulder, and comforted: "It's okay." After a pause, she added: "However, don't let people worry so much next time."

"Yeah." Song Yuxiang replied dully.

Meng Wanji returned to the topic just now: "What about lunch?"

"Order takeout." Song Yuxiang still lowered his head.

The car fell into dullness again.

Sheng Jinshu held the steering wheel with one hand and asked casually, "Are you a little sleepy?"

Meng Wanji didn't know who she was asking. She glanced at her and said nothing. Song Yuxiang was afraid of her embarrassment, so she had to answer her: "It seems to be a little bit."

Sheng Jinshu tapped his index finger on the armrest, as if joking and earnestly: "Then let's find some energy?"

"for example?"

"For example, why are you in a bad mood today?"

Which pot is not opened to mention which pot. This time, it was Song Yuxiang's turn to be choked. She was speechless for two seconds, and couldn't help angering: "Teacher, you really don't know how to find topics."

Sheng Jinshu bent his lips and did not refute.

Song Yuxiang squeezed the empty milk tea cup in her hand, knowing that it was inevitable, but she had to take it: "My mother threw away all my comic books without my consent, and all my painting classes stopped. She said I'm a sophomore in high school, it's time to focus on studying and stop doing these useless things."

Speaking of this matter, her mood came up again, and her voice began to become astringent: "But I don't think these are useless. I have been learning to draw since I was a child, and I have been exposed to cartoons. Drawing and cartoons have brought me life. The most happiness among them. When they were the busiest, the cartoons spent the days and nights with me. So from a long time ago, I thought that I would also be a cartoonist when I grow up, and draw my heart. The story of , brings happiness to everyone. A child of their friend went to the art training camp on the weekends of the past two weeks. When we chatted at the dinner table, they seemed very supportive. I couldn't help telling them. They wanted to go the way of art students, but they turned their faces in an instant."

"They say I'm taking a detour, and I'm out of my mind. There is no soil for comics in China. There is no future in learning this. Graduation means unemployment.

"I was unwilling, so I argued with them, and finally got into a fight. After I went back last night, we had another fight. My mother found fault again this morning. I couldn't stay at home anymore, so I ran out to catch my breath."

The girl said that she has calmed down in the end, she has passed the stage of anger, and now she is more aggrieved.

She lowered her head and asked, "Teacher, do you also think it's whimsical that I want to be an art student?"

Neither Sheng Jinshu nor Meng Wanji responded immediately. This is not a simple "yes" or "no" true or false.

Song Yuxiang couldn't see Sheng Jinshu's expression, and looked sideways at Meng Wanji.

Meng Wanji looked at her clear and helpless eyes, her chest a little tight. From a fair point of view, she said objectively: "The teacher didn't think so. You are really good at painting. Many teachers have praised me for the graffiti wall in the school before and the one you painted. But your parents are worried. It also makes sense, according to your current grades, if you take the general college entrance examination, there will indeed be many excellent universities and majors for you to choose from.”

Song Yuxiang's grades were not bad. Except for the top-notch schools, there was still a lot of room for selection.

Song Yuxiang didn't get a positive answer, and his eyes showed some disappointment, "But those colleges and majors are not the ones you want to choose."

"Teacher, when Chen Ran's mother asked you if she was suitable for the path of choreographing and directing art, I heard you gave her a positive answer. Why can't she come to me?"

Meng Wanji curled up her knuckles and said, "Because you have more choices."

Chen Ran's grades in cultural classes were not very satisfactory, but his ability to write and direct was outstanding, and the programs he wrote and directed in several performances were very eye-catching. Going this way, it is indeed easy to have a better way out.

Song Yuxiang was not satisfied with the answer, she frowned and asked, "I don't understand, teacher, so because I have more so-called better choices, can't I choose the one I want most?"

Meng Wanji was questioned.

She thought for two seconds and wanted to explain again, but Sheng Jinshu suddenly said, "Of course not."

The tone was light, but loud.

Both Meng Wanji and Song Yuxiang's gazes turned to her involuntarily.

She turned the steering wheel and said lightly: "Choice is a choice because you can choose it or not, you are free. Excellence gives you more choices, not more constraints. "

Song Yuxiang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a bosom friend: "Teacher, you are the first person to understand my thoughts!"

Sheng Jinshu said: "I don't understand you, I understand people who have real pursuits and ideals, and who can be responsible for themselves."

"Yuxiang, are you?" she asked casually.

Song Yuxiang was stunned for a moment. After two seconds, she said, "I am. I will not regret it. I will be responsible for my own choice." "The path I choose, I will finish it even if I kneel."

Sheng Jinshu laughed and praised: "That's good, then I support you."

Meng Wanji frowned slightly, looking at Sheng Jinshu disapprovingly, with a hint of worry.

Sheng Jinshu couldn't see it, so she turned on the bridge across the sea, changed the topic, and asked Song Yuxiang, "So, is the incident you made at school yesterday also related to this incident?"

Song Yuxiang knew that what happened yesterday was wrong, and said embarrassedly, "Half and half."

She explained: "Half of them were angry with my parents and wanted to tell them that I just like comics, and I can't give up. If I don't show them at home, I will read them at school, and they can't control me. The other half is because she hates Teacher He and thinks she is too snobbish. I am not the only one who violates the discipline in class. Peng Ze is more arrogant than me in her class. Why doesn't she dare to trouble Peng Ze. I am I don't want to apologize to her."

After speaking, she stuck out her tongue and reflected: "Is it not good to speak ill of other teachers in front of you?"

It's really not good, but Meng Wanji has no intention to excuse He Xiaowen. It's not that she didn't hear about He Xiaowen's bullying, fearing the hard, and watching people's dishes according to the background of the students' parents.

She answered the question: "But if you are so angry, it will delay your own academic performance and affect the learning atmosphere of the whole class."

Song Yuxiang admitted his mistake: "I see. I won't do it next time."

The red light at the intersection, waiting for a long time to pass, Sheng Jinshu stopped the car. She turned her head and asked Song Yuxiang, "Do you know why I can understand you so easily and tell you that I support you so easily?"

Song Yuxiang looked at her and shook his head.

Sheng Jinshu smiled at her, his eyes were a little gentle, and there was something Song Yuxiang couldn't understand. She turned her head and said gently and realistically: "On the one hand, because I talked to you, I can feel that you are a good boy with a sense of discretion and determination. I believe your determination is true. On the other hand..."

"Frankly speaking, it is very easy for me to say this to you without thinking too much. To put it 10,000 steps back, even if you regret it in the end, it has nothing to do with me. I said I support it. You, what can I do to coax you?"

Song Yuxiang's face suddenly turned pale, and Meng Wanji was also a little surprised. She didn't expect Sheng Jinshu to say such a thing.

Sheng Jinshu didn't care, just looked at the countdown of the traffic light ahead, and then said: "But your parents are different, they love you, so they worry about your life. In their eyes, you are just a child, not yet. A person who has the ability to take responsibility for himself. What you did yesterday was a courageous struggle, but it was also irresponsible and self-willed. What if the school wants to record your deeds and punish you?"

Every time she said more, Song Yuxiang's face became paler.

"The more inappropriate your behavior, the more they will treat you as a child, and the less they will take your words seriously." Sheng Jinshu stopped.

There was a long silence in the car.

After several minutes, Song Yuxiang finally responded, "I see, teacher."

Meng Wanji breathed a sigh of relief, and Sheng Jinshu also stretched his brows.

They all know that Song Yuxiang listened to these words.

The dormitory was about to arrive, but Song Yuxiang didn't want to go upstairs to eat. She drooped her brows and took the initiative to ask Meng Wanji, "Call my mother to pick me up."

Meng Wanji naturally had no objection.

The car was parked in the parking lot, and when she got out of the car, she bit her lip and sincerely thanked the two of them: "I'll trouble you today."

Sheng Jinshu rubbed her head and joked, "It's good not to hold grudges. After winning the Golden Dragon Award, it would be even better if you can praise me when I participate in the interview."

Song Yuxiang finally smiled again.

After sending Song Yuxiang to their parents' car, the two of them relaxed, took the takeout that had already been delivered, got on the elevator, and stood side by side.

Sheng Jinshu rubbed his neck, moved his muscles and bones, and joked: "I just didn't have enough to eat, so it's time to add a meal."

Meng Wanji stared at her smiling face in the mirror, and couldn't help reminding: "Have you considered what kind of impact your encouragement will have on her? If she goes back and argues with her parents again, take your support. As an argument, what if her parents come to you for a theory?"

Sheng Jinshu replied casually, "Let's come to the theory."

Meng Wanji frowned.

Sheng Jinshu said: "I am her teacher, not her parents' teacher. I said what I should say as her teacher. It doesn't matter what her mother thinks, I only do what I think should be done."

"Mr. Meng thinks I did something wrong?" she asked sideways.

Meng Wanji said, "No." In all fairness, whether or not you support this kind of thing has nothing to do with right or wrong, just your opinion. However, she paused and said thoroughly: "Teacher is not a great profession, but it has a heavy responsibility. Sometimes our unintentional words may have a great impact on a child's life."

"I just think we could be a little more cautious with our words."

Sheng Jinshu looked at her fixedly, admiration flashing in his eyes.

The elevator arrived and the door opened, but none of them lifted their feet. The door closed again automatically and stopped in place.

Sheng Jinshu asked Meng Wanji, "Mr. Meng, what do you think a teacher is to a student?"

This question is something that almost every teacher who has just entered the industry has thought about.

Meng Wanji pondered: "It's the guide."

Sheng Jinshu said, "For me, I don't think so." When she said this, she was still smiling, but there was a certain light in her eyes, like a star.

Meng Wanji was attracted: "Then what do you think it is?"

Sheng Jinshu stared at her, and just when Meng Wanji felt that she was about to answer her, she raised her lips and said, "I won't tell you now, I'll tell you when we get to know each other a bit."

Meng Wanji: "..."

"If you want to communicate with someone, you have to tell the person you are dealing with, don't you?" She approached Meng Wanji and lowered her voice, her tone sly and meaningful.

Meng Wanji smelled a dangerous and charming aura.