PS. 1437

The teacher's skin is very good, there should be no makeup, right?At least there is no trace of makeup on the face.Long and curly eyelashes should be natural, right?I can't find a trace of the mascara.The eyes should kill many people, right?That indifferent look.

"Why are you in a daze?" The teacher's hand was shaking in front of me.

"Oh, no." I hurried back to my senses, I actually looked at the teacher and saw that I was in a daze, but I didn't realize it.

"Okay, let's go, I'll take you home." As soon as the teacher finished speaking, regardless of my reaction, he picked up the bill and bag and left.

I had no choice but to chase behind in a hurry.

The teacher drove the car to the door of the house in no time. I was a little surprised that the teacher still remembered and didn't ask me at all...

"Okay, here we are." The teacher parked the car at the door and said, looking at me with a teasing smile.

"Uh...do you want to sit down, teacher?" When I said this, I suddenly understood what the teacher was laughing at.

"Is this polite or do you really want me to go up?" The teacher's smile looked even more malicious.

"Uh..." I was a little dumbfounded by this question.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's go up, see you next week." The teacher still smiled, stretched his hand over the center console, and opened the door for me.

"Oh yes, thank you teacher." I got out of the car and closed the door.

"Are you thanking me for opening the door for you? Or thanking me for taking you home? Or... thanking me for not going upstairs?" When I walked around the teacher's car and was about to open the door and go upstairs, the teacher's voice echoed in my ears behind.

"Uh..." I seem to be only being teased by the teacher.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, goodbye." The teacher raised the window, and the car disappeared from my sight in an instant.

Every time after getting along with the teacher, I feel like I have to be in a state of confusion for a while, and I don't know why.

Could it be that as long as a person meets someone who makes his heart beat, is he doomed to be unable to control his heart?

I like the teacher, how much do I like?

In fact, I really wanted the teacher to come up just now. I wanted to get along with the teacher more, but in front of the teacher, I, who was not very good at expressing my thoughts, became even less sure how to speak.

To me, the teacher is still like a distant shadow. Regarding everything the teacher is outside of school, does she have a boyfriend?Who else in the family?Does she live by herself?And that 911 that will become a vacuum cleaner on the road, what kind of person is the teacher?

I don't know anything about her, but she knows a lot about me...

Does she care?Is she so nice to every student?What did she mean by saying that I was a "very special" student?

I returned home in a daze, and to my surprise, Xiaojie was already at home.

"Sister, are you back?" Xiaojie turned his head away from the computer.

"Well, I sent my obituary to the teacher today, and then I had dinner with her," I said honestly.

"Oh, is there any new development?" He suddenly started gossiping.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"Like...holding hands or something," he said, leaning over to me.

"That's weird, isn't it? How can a teacher hold hands with a student?" I glared at him angrily.

"Then try hard to make yourself more than just a student." He took it for granted.

"How?" I crossed my arms and looked at him.

"Just... go to her more often, ask questions and so on, and you will have a chance to get close to her." He said after thinking for a second.

"I feel like a pervert, she's always been there." I said.

"So you just want to be a good student?" He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Otherwise? Is it possible to have some kind of vigorous teacher-student relationship?" I also raised my eyebrows and looked at him.

"Who said teacher-student relationship has to be vigorous? There are also very plain and happy ones, right?" He asked me back.

"God knows. This kind of thing, it feels very unrealistic." I shrugged.

"Well, whatever you want, since you are willing to just be a student, I don't have to worry about it for you." He spread his hands helplessly.

"What do you mean? Could it be that you really want to help your sister find a girlfriend? And that person is your sister's teacher?" I seemed to have a sudden enlightenment.

"Oh yes, why did you react so slowly? Sigh! Sure enough, no matter how shrewd a woman is, she will become dull when it comes to emotional matters." He added a comment embarrassingly.

"Su Weijie, you should worry about your homework first. It's fine for your sister to take care of herself." I would really be defeated by him.

"That's weird! Forget it, I don't care about you, I'm going to prepare the paper." After he finished speaking, his attention returned to the computer screen.

I shook my head, went back to my room and took my clothes into the bathroom.

In the bathtub, I remembered what Xiaojie said just now, and the teacher...

I feel like I'm going crazy, I have to admit, Xiaojie is right, I don't want to be just a "student", I want more.But how can I ask for more?

She is a teacher and I am a student. If this kind of thing is known, it will be very troublesome, right?And, we're all girls.

I think it's better to be like this.

I secretly made a decision that I will not do this again in the future.

I don't like this kind of ambiguous situation, even if I am self-indulgent, I don't want it.