business relationship

I haven't contacted Yang Jie these days.And Yang Jie is the same, as if the world has evaporated, as if the few text messages he replied to me before were all dreams.

It was as if that business match was also a dream.

I just live on the boundary between dream and reality, wanting to embrace the illusory dream and forcing myself to accept the cold reality.Yang Jie's lips pursed and chuckled often flashed in front of me, like a beautiful full moon reflected in the water. When I unconsciously stretched out my hand to touch it, the water rippled slightly, and everything returned to calm and nothingness.

In Lan Chu's words, these days I feel like I'm living in a dream.

"Johnson. That is the second time you are late for my class. (Johnson, this is the second time you are late for my class)" When I pushed open the back door, Mr. Potter's sharp eyes focused on me.His voice was low and dangerous.I closed the door, bowed my head in his direction and said, "I'm sorry."

"I hope that youh□□eyourowngoodreasonforbeinglate. (I hope you have a legitimate reason for being late.)" Mr. Potter's eyes only stayed on me for a moment, then moved away, then picked up the remote control and turned on the screen, "Butdon 'tdothatagain (Don't be late again.). OK. Class, todaywearegoingtotalkabout... (Okay. Everyone, we will learn today...)"

I put my schoolbag next to the leg of the table, and propped my face with one hand. My unfocused eyes captured Mr. Potter walking around explaining the article, and the backs of the students in front of me bowing their heads and taking notes seriously.But I didn't hear anything, it was like a gust of wind poured into my ears, going in from one ear to the other and exiting from the right. Before I could hear what he was saying, I went to the next section.

I sighed and forced myself to concentrate on listening to the lecture.Exam season is just around the corner, and I can't afford to let it slip, for whatever reason, for whatever reason.So I took out a black pen from the pencil case, took a piece of blank loose-leaf paper, closed my eyes hard, tried my best to move the almost rusty gear of my brain, and started to take notes.

After class, Lin Jiran found me.

"You've been out of shape recently." She gave me a worried look, and stopped with me in the corridor outside Mr. Potter's classroom.I propped my arms on the railing and replied absently: "Ah, yes. It's okay."

I felt her eyes stay on me for a moment, and then turned to the blue sky outside the teaching building, just the opposite of me who was watching the students coming and going in the square on the first floor.

"How about that school girl?" She turned to me and asked.The voice was a bit loud, and it was heard by some passing girls. They giggled, the laughter was short, and it was obvious that they couldn't suppress it at all.I ignored them.

"Very good." Qin Junfei's serious face appeared in his mind.Why do I suddenly feel sorry for her.

"It's good if I can help you." Lin Jiran seemed to mutter something to himself.After a moment of silence, he came over and patted my shoulder, said goodbye and left.

I was the only one left standing blankly on the edge of the corridor outside the classroom, leaning on the railing and looking at the opposite teaching building in a daze.The backpack was turned into a shoulder bag by me, hanging on one of my shoulders, and it felt like it might fall to the ground at any time.

"Don'tyouneedtogotoyournextclassnow (don't you have to go to the next class now?)" Mr. Potter's voice sounded behind me.I turned around as if waking up from a dream, and saw him standing next to me in a black hat, leaning against the railing in a cool pose.

In fact, Mr. Pottery (Potter means ceramics in Chinese, so we students call him that in private) is a cool and easy-to-communicate person when he is not in class.He likes rock music and electric guitar, and together with a large group of students, he created an international class band and club.He liked to wear all kinds of hats, sometimes black hats askew on one side, sometimes straw hats with round brims.I can't quite tell his age, but his short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and the passion in his class always make me feel that he is only in his 20s.

"I..." I opened my mouth, subconsciously glanced at the clock hanging in the classroom, shrugged, "Idon'th□□eclasses (I don't have classes next class)."

This is the unique benefit of the international class.Sometimes there will be different schedules due to different course selections, and there will be a few more self-study sessions every day because of some unselected courses.

"Oh." Mr. Potter raised his eyebrows, "Sowhydon't you find some place to do your self-study (so why don't you find some place to do your self-study?)"

"Well...I..." I couldn't find the words to answer him for a while.It can be seen that my brain can really retire soon.

"Allright." Mr. Potter tilted his head towards me, "Come inthen. Idon'th□□eclasseseither (come in. I don't have a class next session either)."

In a daze, I followed Mr. Ceramics into the classroom again, and returned to the seat I had been sitting in class before.But instead of going back to his usual seat across the podium (task table and a couch), he sat in front of me and turned to look at me.

"You are not focusing these days in my class. (You are not serious in my class recently)" he said bluntly, which made me bow my head and play with my fingers in embarrassment.

"Don'tdothat. Lookatme. (Don't play. Look at me.)" His voice is still so unmistakable that I can only look up into his blue eyes.

"I knowyouh□□eyourownproblems.ButIh□□egottosay, (I know you have a lot of problems. But I have to tell you,)" The blue eyes exposed under the brim of the hat are very serious, very clear, full of concern, making me breathless "Whatever happens, youh □ enochoice but to move on. You can choose to give up something you think that you can never obtain or you can choose to try your best and do whatever you can. Choose to do whatever you can to get it)"

"Maybe you think that what I said has been old bytes or parents or people who are successful for countless times. But that is the proof of what I said was true and useful."

"So, John." Mr. Ceramics stood up and patted me on the shoulder, "Start your self-study. If you catch my word in class, you would know that Ih □ □ egive you alot of work to do today. (Hurry up and start your self-study. If you listen carefully in class, you will know that I How much homework did I assign to you today)" After speaking, he went back to his seat, put on his earphones and opened the video page to watch.

And I was still immersed in his words.I didn't respond for a long time.

yes.No matter what happens, I have to keep going, I can't stop.

I seem to understand why our school bans dating.

I took a deep breath, opened the laptop I was carrying, clicked on the document and decided to write the essay arranged by Mr. Ceramics first.But as soon as I turned on my computer, several messages popped up.

It was sent by the guidance counselor, who hoped that I would go to a tutoring institution called "Lingyin" for an interview on Saturday.It seems that Lingyin is the backstage of the college entrance guidance.I replied ok to him and called up the writing material interface.

Come on, Zhou Huibo, it's time to revive and conquer the world!