Rebirth of Bloody Romance

As soon as the bell rang, Zhong Yuemin left the classroom impatiently. When he returned to the office and saw that several colleagues were not there, Zhong Yuemin flipped through a stack of student papers on the table. His eyes were focused and sharp, as if every piece of text contained endless secrets waiting for him to discover.

Zhong Yuemin doesn't like to bring work home. He will never bring home work that can be completed at school. Because of this, Zhou Xiaobai often teases him for being unprofessional.

In the office, there is only the rustling sound of pen tips scratching across paper and the occasional subtle sound of turning pages, creating a peaceful and tranquil picture.

Just as Zhong Yuemin was immersed in the world of words, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, followed by a gentle knock on the door, interrupting his thoughts.

The door was gently pushed open, and Song Xiangjun's figure came into view. She folded her hands in front of her chest, her face full of displeasure. She stood in front of Zhong Yuemin's desk, staring at him straight, as if she wanted to turn her dissatisfaction into reality and project it onto him.

Zhong Yuemin looked up, his eyes met hers, and his usual cynical smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He teased, "Hey! What's wrong with our teacher Song? Your face is longer than Changbai Mountain. Who made you angry? Did you meet an unreasonable vendor on the road, or did a male comrade accidentally step on your foot?"

There was a hint of relaxation in Zhong Yuemin's words, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

After these words came out, Song Xiangjun's anger rose even more. She took a deep breath and tried to make her tone sound less aggressive. "Stop smiling at me, Zhong Yuemin! Can you be more serious today? Do you know what you are spreading among the students now?"

Zhong Yuemin was stunned, and the pen in his hand stopped unconsciously. He blinked, with an innocent look on his face. Song Xiangjun was so angry that he wanted to be beaten. "What's wrong? Why do you think I have committed a heinous crime? What did I say?"

Seeing him like this, Song Xiangjun was even more furious, but she still suppressed her anger and said word by word, "Be careful when you speak in class next time. What do you mean by 'pleasing to the eyes'? In class today, in front of the whole class, you said that Vivien Leigh's poster was 'really pleasing to the eyes'. How can you say such a thing in front of the students?"

Zhong Yuemin suddenly realized that this was what he meant. He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. "Oh, I'm telling the truth, it's just beautiful!"

To be honest, Zhong Yuemin really didn't expect that this sentence would spread so quickly. It's a bit exaggerated!

"You know what the term 'teacher model' means, right? Can you just say this in class? It will bring bad atmosphere!" Song Xiangjun raised her voice a few notches, with an unquestionable seriousness in her tone, and asked Zhong Yuemin unceremoniously. Her eyes flashed with a reproachful light, and she was obviously very dissatisfied with this matter.

Zhong Yuemin cried out in injustice, his face full of innocence. "You are the only one who told me this. If someone else tried, I would have to argue with him. How can it be wrong to praise in class? Are we still talking about aesthetics?"

There was a hint of helplessness and sarcasm in Zhong Yuemin's words, and he tried to resolve the misunderstanding with humor.

Seeing that he was still trying to defend himself, Song Xiangjun couldn't help but raise her voice a little louder. "Aesthetics should also be judged by the occasion! It's obviously not appropriate for you to be in class! What will other students think if you say this?"

Zhong Yuemin was stunned at first, then he glanced at the office door and found a few teachers standing there, looking around, apparently attracted by their quarrel. He immediately understood Song Xiangjun's intention and smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Okay, I know I was wrong." Zhong Yuemin lowered his head wisely, with a bit of helplessness and compromise in his tone. He knew that Song Xiangjun was just doing this to show off to the outsiders.

After all, the teaching and research department is under her management, so she has to come up with a set of rules to let others see her authority as a manager.

Seeing that he had given in, Song Xiangjun softened her tone. "It's good to know. Be more careful next time. We are teachers. We have to set an example for our students. We can't just say everything."

Zhong Yuemin nodded, but he was secretly muttering in his heart: Song Xiangjun has been abroad after all, her thoughts tend to be Westernized, what kind of "dirty power" has she not seen? A few posters and a few words, she would not take them seriously at all.

But then again, after all, the teaching and research department is under her charge, so she has to maintain her authority and set rules for those below her.

"Oh, Mr. Song, you misunderstood me. I just said it casually, and I definitely didn't mean anything else. We are teachers, so how can we not be careful about our words, right?"

Seeing that he was sincere, Song Xiangjun calmed down a little, but she still said with a straight face, "Teacher Zhong, I know you are humorous and students like your teaching style. However, some things are really inappropriate to say in class, especially when it comes to comments about appearance, which can easily cause students to misunderstand and even affect their mental health."

"Yes, yes, yes, you are right. Sometimes I speak too quickly without thinking. I will pay attention in the future and never make such a mistake again." Zhong Yuemin nodded repeatedly.

After hearing this, Song Xiangjun frowned slightly. She knew that although Zhong Yuemin liked to joke around, he was actually very persistent and passionate. She sighed softly and lowered her voice. "Yuemin, you and I both know that education is not a joke, especially in this sensitive era. Every word you say may be magnified infinitely, affecting not only ourselves but also the students. Your intention is good, but your approach is indeed questionable."

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin also put away his sharpness and nodded. "You are right, I was not thoughtful enough. In the future, I will pay more attention to my words and deeds, and make sure that every word can convey positive energy and not cause trouble to the teaching and research department."

At this time, the teachers outside the office saw that there was no movement inside, exchanged glances with each other, and felt that there was nothing interesting to watch, so they dispersed one after another and returned to their own jobs.

In the office, Song Xiangjun glanced at the closed door, and with a bit of teasing in her eyes, she said to Zhong Yuemin, "Is Vivien Leigh so pretty? That you couldn't help but praise her in class?"

When Zhong Yuemin heard her mention this, he returned to his nonchalant attitude, a sly smile appeared on his lips, and he pulled Song Xiangjun over and asked her to sit on his lap. "That's definitely not as pretty as you." He leaned close to her ear and whispered, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Song Xiangjun was startled by his sudden action, her face flushed, and then she pushed him away pretending to be calm: "Get lost! Let me go, this is in the office, it will be troublesome if someone sees us."

Zhong Yuemin, however, held her tightly and laughed even more wantonly: "Isn't this exciting? Anyway, the door is closed, who knows what happened inside?"

Song Xiangjun pushed Zhong Yuemin away, her face flushed, and she said angrily: "Zhong Yuemin, can you be more serious? This is an office, not a place for that!"

Zhong Yuemin laughed, seeming to be quite proud of his own operation, but when he saw that Song Xiangjun was really angry, he also stopped smiling, stood up and straightened his clothes. "It's just a joke, don't take it so seriously. But to be honest, you are really cute when you are angry."

Song Xiangjun glared at him and said unhappily, "Cute? I think you are just itching for trouble! If you dare to do this again next time, I won't let you off easily."

"Hey! I say, why don't we try it here? Maybe you'll like it."

When Song Xiangjun heard this, she was so scared that she quickly stood up from Zhong Yuemin's legs and said repeatedly, "Go to hell! You bastard." She knew Zhong Yuemin's temper very well. If she didn't run away quickly, this bad guy might really do something outrageous.

While tidying up her clothes, Song Xiangjun glanced at Zhong Yuemin out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that he was smiling happily, she couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that she ran fast.

I don't know when it started, but all kinds of dances started to become popular like mushrooms after rain. In the capital, the number of dance halls increased rapidly like stars.

When night falls, these dance halls become lively as if under a spell. Those restless young people, whether they are young men and women in fashionable clothes or people of all kinds who are eager to show off their style on the dance floor, all flock to these dance halls like a tide.

The entrance of the originally spacious ballroom would be crowded with people every evening. With anticipation and enthusiasm for the ball, people rushed to enter this charming place.

The admission ticket has become a scarce commodity that everyone is competing for. It is so hard to get one. Many people try their best to get a ticket, use connections, and find ways to get a seat at the ball.

Not only were various factories in society keen on hosting dances, but even various cultural centers also joined in the dance craze.

After a busy day at work, factory workers are eager to relax and relieve work pressure through dances. The Cultural Palace hopes to enrich people's spare time through dances.

Therefore, every night when the dance was held, the factory and the cultural palace were decorated colorfully and filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Even the usually quiet school was no longer peaceful at this time. Every corner of the campus was filled with the atmosphere of a dance.

Especially those literary and artistic clubs with a large number of girls became the focus of the dance craze. The club members who usually focus on literary and artistic creation also put down their instruments and brushes at this moment and devoted themselves to the preparations for the dance.

As soon as the club's activity notice was released, it immediately caused an uproar, and the number of applicants far exceeded expectations. Everyone was eager to show their youthful style on this vibrant stage.

That afternoon, Zhong Yuemin had just walked out of the office and was about to go home.

Suddenly, Zhu Jianguo caught up with him from behind, grabbed his arm and pulled him to a corner. Zhu Jianguo's face was filled with excitement, and he said in a low voice, "Let's go tonight at 7 o'clock. There are many female comrades." As he spoke, he used his eyes to indicate the surrounding environment, fearing that others would hear him.

"Not interested." Zhong Yuemin frowned and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Zhu Jianguo hurriedly stepped forward and blocked Zhong Yuemin's way again. He looked around to make sure no one noticed them, then smiled mysteriously and performed two graceful dance moves. The agile posture and rhythmic movements. "Today we are dancing this kind of dance."

"Haha... Are you ashamed?" Zhong Yuemin looked at Zhu Jianguo's funny appearance and couldn't help laughing. He laughed and teased, "You are a shy type! I won't go to such a thing!"

Zhu Jianguo said seriously, his expression seemed to be explaining an extremely correct truth. "Yuemin, don't refuse so quickly. You know, when dancing tango, the hips of two people should be tightly pressed together. When walking, they basically step between each other's legs. Think about it! When two people are so close, they can clearly feel the body temperature of a woman. That feeling, that taste is so wonderful..."

Having said this, Zhu Jianguo couldn't help but gesture a few times, as if he was immersed in that wonderful dance scene.

Zhu Jianguo then continued to talk. "In short, this tango is definitely not the kind of boring waltz that requires you to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor at all times. Waltz is too formal and rigid to dance. It is not as passionate and energetic as tango!"

There was a hint of temptation in Zhu Jianguo's tone, trying to make Zhong Yuemin feel the unique and warm atmosphere of tango.

Zhong Yuemin laughed out loud at Zhu Jianguo's words. "You are so stuffy. I think you are the one who wants to feel the girl's body temperature the most! However, I am really not interested in tango. It is too noisy."

"No, you won't have anything to do when you go back tonight." Zhu Jianguo continued to persuade Zhong Yuemin, his face full of expectation. "Even if you don't like this dance, you can accompany me. Think about it, you are free anyway. If you can be kind, help me. You see, you, Liu Yansong and I were inseparable buddies before. Now, he is married and busy with his own life all day. I am left alone, how boring."

Zhong Yuemin shook his head, still smiling. "Come on, I'm not interested in that kind of occasion. Besides, I'm a teacher. If I dance among students, what will happen if it gets out?"

Zhu Jianguo's expression froze when he heard this, but then he chuckled, as if he had thought of a solution. "Don't worry, the students are all in the cafeteria hall, and the teachers have another base in the staff center. I'll take you there in the evening, and I promise I won't embarrass you, nor will it affect our status."

Zhong Yuemin really couldn't refuse Zhu Jianguo's enthusiastic invitation, and coupled with his half-hearted attitude, he finally agreed.