Teacher Meng wanted to hit someone after hearing this

Meng Yuan spent the whole afternoon doing things absent-mindedly thinking about Jiang Lang's affairs, no wonder he thought this person was a bit strange at first, but now that he thinks about it, he should have an aura different from that of an ordinary person like him.

When he got home from get off work in the evening, Meng Yuan was not yet ready for how to face the "upgraded" Jiang Lang, and then he suddenly remembered Lin Yuanshu's line "Because I was injured".He thought, let's express condolences to the other party's injury first, and it can be regarded as reading for Lin Yuanshu.

He walked up to Jiang Lang's door and knocked on the door, but he didn't expect the door to open half a person's width because of his strength—Jiang Lang didn't lock the door normally.

Meng Yuan saw Jiang Lang hurriedly put on his clothes and walked towards the door, a mess of gauze fell from the bottom of the bed.

Jiang Lang came out of the bedroom, closed the door behind him, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Lang 185 was half a head taller than Meng Yuan. The two of them were standing very close to each other, and Meng Yuan felt a little oppressed.He involuntarily took a half step back, and then said:

"I heard that you were injured, and I want to ask what's wrong with you."

Jiang Lang scolded the pig teammate in his heart, and then said: "What? What can I suffer from painting... hiss."

Without waiting for Jiang Lang to finish speaking, Meng Yuan stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on his right shoulder blade.

"Lin Yuanshu told me. First, we are roommates. Second, this matter is related to my student. I want to know more about it."

Jiang Lang's eyes flickered unnaturally, and he said, "I'm just passing by, so I'll help by the way. It's nothing."

Meng Yuan looked at him suspiciously, but couldn't help but think that luckily his back was injured, and if he hurt his hand, it would be a big mistake.

He instantly thought of the talent and background of the person in front of him, so there was really no need to fool him.It's just that the other party seems to be playing with him as a prince and going to private visits on private microservices.

Jiang Lang wasn't seriously injured at first, and it wasn't a big deal for him to remove the gauze on his own initiative, but because he was too hasty when he put on his clothes just now, he accidentally twisted it again, and now he can stand and talk to Meng Yuan with a calm demeanor. He borrowed the divine power from his previous life.

He had no choice but to say: "There's nothing else, I'll go back first." As he spoke, he secretly supported his waist and prepared to enter the house.

As a result, he felt his arms tighten. Jiang Lang looked down and saw that Meng Yuan was holding him back. His heart skipped a beat subconsciously.

He looked at Meng Yuan expectantly, only to see the other party say: "...Let's add WeChat."

Jiang Lang: ...

Is it too bad for the scenery? ?And I can't agree yet, otherwise I won't have to do other things later, stay up late and delete Moments, maybe even he deletes them at a faster speed than other people see, if you see one, you can directly say goodbye manually.

What was your last circle of friends?

—— "At the art exhibition, I met a school girl directly related to Z University [group photo][group photo][group photo][group photo]／Show teeth／Show teeth"

Jiang Lang immediately shook his head and said, "I don't have an account."

Meng Yuan could only let go of his hand.Then, seeing Jiang Lang dodge into the room, he closed the door in front of him with a "snap".

In the past few days, after paying special attention to Lin Yuanshu, Meng Yuan found that the child had indeed gone to class normally, and he did not see any obvious wounds on his face.Maybe it's Jiang Lang's credit.While calculating the formula on the blackboard, he was distracted thinking about it, and then he suddenly heard the students behind him making a noise. He looked in front of him and found that he had just written a bright one among a bunch of number symbols. The word "Jiang" was fortunately blocked by his back, he was terrified, and quickly wiped it with the back of his hand.Then he looked forward and found that the reason for the students' noise was that he had copied a number wrong before. He reluctantly corrected it calmly, put down the chalk and turned around and said, "You shouldn't remind me, let those students who just copy down copy a number." Wrong, turn around and let me see which students are really listening to the class and which are pretending."

There was a burst of laughter from the students below, and many people were really immersed in revising their notes.

Meng Yuan heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, glanced at Lin Yuanshu again, then looked up at the wall clock and said, "Then I won't continue to count, you guys finish the get out of class by yourself, count this as one of today's homework, I will have class tomorrow Draw people to ask questions and answer."

The students immediately complained, and Teacher Meng said with a smile: "Then let's talk about it."

That night, Meng Yuan came home from get off work, but Jiang Lang was still not at home.He went into the kitchen to warm up the noon dishes, and when he walked into the living room, he happened to see the clock on the wall pointing to eight, and he was a little dazed.

In fact, maybe Jiang Lang didn't like to have a rough meal with him. Others were always polite, and he was embarrassed to touch his face, but he took it seriously.After all, they just live in the same house and are roommates rather than friends, and I shouldn't pay too much attention to other people's lives.Thinking of this, he suddenly figured it out.

He laughed, laughing at himself because he paid attention to the students all day long, and habitually pondered other people's actions, as if he was insane.

He took two pairs of chopsticks from the kitchen, thought for a while and put them back, and then sat back on his seat. Just as he sat down and poured a glass of water, he heard the sound of the door unlocking behind him.

Meng Yuan didn't turn around, just picked up the glass when he heard hurried footsteps behind him, and then a hand crossed over him and snatched his water glass.

Hearing the sound of swallowing water twice, Jiang Lang put the water glass on the table and said, "Thirsty."

In fact, as soon as Jiang Lang opened the house, he saw Meng Yuan holding the cup, regardless of the overload of his mind all day, a flash of inspiration flashed across his mind, wondering if Mr. Meng had just drank it, so he could pretend not to care An indirect kiss is simply flattering.

Meng Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Shall I pour you another glass?"

Jiang Lang nodded, pulled out the seat and sat down next to Meng Yuan. He was indeed very tired today, but he actually felt quite fulfilled. He couldn't help but doubt life, and wondered if he was putting the cart before the horse. After running around for a day, I can't even see Meng Yuan. What kind of roommates, why not go to their school and be an art teacher. It is also possible for colleagues to become wolves.

He swept the table and asked, "Did you bring me chopsticks?"

Meng Yuan's pouring hand shook and spilled a little.

Jiang Lang was a little confused, but he thought it was Meng Yuan who had forgotten, so he got up and dragged his two useless legs to the kitchen. Meng Yuan didn't say a word behind him.

During dinner, only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding could be heard in the huge dining room, and the two men kept silent and lowered their heads to eat.Jiang Lang puts up with it for the sake of human beings, but Meng Yuan is determined to be a quiet and real roommate, talk less, so as not to have what he wants.

After dinner, Meng Yuan went back to his room to prepare lessons, leaving Jiang Lang to wash the dishes.He is very proficient now, humming songs while washing, he is no longer the Jiang Bulang who smashed bowls every day, bought the same one secretly and pretended to come back a few weeks ago!

As a result, when he was holding a pile of bowls into the cupboard, his leg suddenly cramped, his foot slipped, and he hurried to the side, only to hear the sound of rattling echoing in the house, Jiang Lang hurriedly looked at Meng Yuan's room , Sure enough, the other party heard the voice and came out.

"...What's wrong?" Meng Yuan asked.

Jiang Lang thought, why should I set a flag for myself? ?

"It slipped a bit." Jiang Lang said awkwardly.

Meng Yuan stepped forward, grabbed the trash can next to the coffee table, and then squatted down to pick up the large pieces.It is estimated that four or five bowls were dropped, but fortunately, the quality of the porcelain bowls is very good, and they are all in one piece on the ground, basically without too small fragments.Seeing this, Jiang Lang immediately knelt down to pick it up. Meng Yuan blocked his hand with his arm and said, "Don't move, I'll clean it up."

"No," Jiang Lang said, "Whoever falls will take it."

Meng Yuan couldn't laugh, and said, "What if you accidentally get hurt again?"

As soon as the words came out, both of them were stunned.

Jiang Lang was overjoyed, Teacher Meng couldn't bear him?

Meng Yuan was afraid that the young master painter would get hurt again, after all, he was a rich man, so his hands could not be hurt anyway, but what he said just now seemed too intimate, after all, it was the tone he used to deal with He Qian before.Thinking of this, his subordinates lost their strength immediately, and a small wound was cut on the edge of a bowl, bleeding densely.

Immediately, Jiang Lang snatched the porcelain pieces from Meng Yuan's hand in a hurry, and said without hesitation, "You can't get hurt either!" After speaking, he drove Meng Yuan aside, and quickly picked up all the broken porcelain pieces in sight. Into the trash can.

Meng Yuan silently went to the storage room to get a broom and dustpan, and when Jiang Lang stood up, he stepped forward and swept the floor carefully.Then Jiang Lang sealed the garbage bag and put a label on it, while secretly observing Meng Yuan. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, a big stone fell from his heart.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment, Meng Yuan bit the bullet and found a topic and said, "The student you helped last time, Lin Yuanshu, is doing fine now."

Jiang Lang nodded and said: "That's good." It didn't waste him to toss and turn.

"He also asked me to see if your injury is recovering." Meng Yuan said.

"...I said it before." After Jiang Lang finished speaking, he slapped himself in the heart, telling you to be honest!

Meng Yuan said, "Thank you."

Jiang Lang was caught off guard by Meng Yuan's sudden true feelings, and said dryly, "After all, we are roommates."

Meng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, nodded and said, "Yes."

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The next afternoon, as soon as Meng Yuan sat down in the office to prepare for today's class, he saw the head teacher of their class running in to look for him anxiously. Meng Yuan got up: "What's wrong?"

The teacher in charge said: "Lin Yuanshu's family can't be contacted again! That kid has disappeared again! You can call and try."

Meng Yuan frowned: "Are you alright this morning?"

The head teacher nodded.

He picked up the mobile phone on the table, found the fixed line of Lin's family last time, and called.

After calling three times but no one answered, the teachers in the office stopped what they were doing and looked at Meng Yuan and the class teacher with serious expressions.

"Call the police." Meng Yuan said.

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