PS. 1437

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After that, we became ambiguous "right and proper".

At school, I still kept a safe distance from her, and always chose to go to the research room when there were no students. I think it was good for us all.

Gossip is scary.

It's just that we spend more time talking on the phone and eating together more than before.

Maybe it's because I know that the teacher won't hate me, and I feel a kind of arrogance like receiving a gold medal to avoid death. When getting along with the teacher, I am not as cautious as before.

By the end of the first semester, I knew her well enough to joke about.I also passed my senior year safely.

The last half year of my college career is left.

And the question I asked her most often was, "Are we together?"

But of course, every time she smiled and pinched my face and said, "If you were 15 years older, I would say yes."

Sometimes she would say: "I didn't know you were so good at cheating before? I was deceived by your appearance."

Or "Did I misread you at the beginning? Why do I feel a little regretful?"

But I knew she was just joking, her eyes and expression were nothing like that.

The days always pass very quickly when I am happy. Not long after the second semester started, I took the TOEFL test in April.

Although I have a stable reading progress under the supervision of the teacher almost every day, I am still nervous!

For the exam, I always have no self-confidence, and I am afraid that I will be sorry for the teacher if I fail the exam, so I have been restless and nervous since a week before the exam.

"If I fail in the exam, will the teacher ignore me?" I lay on the desk in the research room and asked with innocent eyes.

"Yes, if you fail the exam, you will be kicked out." The teacher said threateningly.

"Clam...then I'll pack it myself and roll away first." I said dejectedly.

"Oh, are you going to give up now?" The teacher said deliberately.

"Hey, okay, okay, I will pass the exam." I was really "not excited" by the standard.

"Believe me, you didn't ask, your listening, reading, and speaking are already pretty good, and your writing has improved enough, and you almost memorized all the important grammar when someone was inexplicably concentrating before, Have more confidence in yourself." The teacher looked at me and said.

"I'm just nervous." I started to play tricks.

"Then how can I not be nervous?" she asked me.

"I won't be nervous when we're together." I started cheating again.

"Better." She gave me a white look.

"How do you know if you haven't tried?" I can be a rascal.

"Because, first, even being together can't change that I'm your teacher now, and the teacher's responsibility is to put pressure on you to do well in the exam; second, after we're together, I can't take the exam for you, or make me I will give you my English proficiency. To sum up, even if you are together, you will still be nervous. So I propose to reject it." The teacher seemed to have already thought about the answer.

"Wow! The teacher is amazing!" I looked at her with admiration.

"Okay, hurry up and memorize your vocabulary, and then go to eat." This sentence means that the fun time is over.

"I don't know why you are so brave." She read aloud in a low voice.

"Because the teacher said he won't hate me." I think the smile on my face should be so bright that people want to punch me down.

"Study." She gave me a white look.

I had no choice but to obediently return my attention to the English words flying in front of my eyes.

A week later, I solved the TOEFL big devil.

"How did you do in the exam?" The teacher is the teacher, so the first question must be asked like this.

I shrugged.

"Can you write?" she asked again.

"I've seen most of the questions, so it should be okay." I said, not sure.

"Okay, forget it after the exam, let's go eat." Alas!I get along with the teacher, and eating is still an indispensable itinerary.

In the next few weeks, I spent my time waiting for my grades, but the teacher never mentioned it to me.

I know she won't ask unless I tell her.

She knew I wouldn't keep telling her.

When I received the report card, I was nervous for a long time before opening the report card with trembling hands.

It's a risk, and the results are not bad.

I arrived at school with my report card and called the teacher, who happened to have a student there.

"Oh, then call me again, I have received the report card." I was a little disappointed.

"Have you received your report card? Then come here now," she said, and hung up the phone before I could answer.

I had no choice but to obediently appear in the research room.

"You're here, how are your grades?" She asked directly when she saw me.

I nodded to another female student in the laboratory and handed her the report card.

"The test is very good! Full marks in reading, listening, speaking 27, and writing 25, a total of [-], very good!" The teacher read out my scores directly, and I was embarrassed and didn't know how to react.

"So strong!" said the girl.

"You can ask the senior sister how to prepare." The teacher said.

I saw a treacherous smile flash across her face.

"Oh, just... read hard, write hard, and memorize hard. If you have any questions, ask the teacher. If you keep writing without fear of being electrocuted, you will gradually improve." I said.

"Oh yes, but senior is still amazing!" Her eyes were full of admiration.

I'm really not used to that look.

"Hehe, no, the teacher really helped me a lot." I was telling the truth.

"That's because you are willing to work hard, otherwise it will be useless to help more." The teacher said with a smile.

"Teacher, I also want you to help me correct the composition." She said to the teacher.

"Teacher, I'm leaving first. I just want to tell the teacher about my grades." I don't like the way she wants to rob the teacher from me.

"Sister is leaving? I still want to ask my sister about the TOEFL test." I don't know if she really wants to ask or is being polite, but I don't want to stay in this place where there are "third parties" "In the research room.

"Oh, you can just ask the teacher! The teacher really understands. I have something to do, so I'm leaving first. Goodbye, teacher." After I finished speaking, I walked out of the research room without waiting for the teacher's response.

Yes, I am jealous.

But what right do I have to be jealous?The teacher is not my girlfriend.

I walked and thought, the more I thought about it, the more helpless I became, alas!It's really boring!

I walked to the chair by the playground and sat down, and sent a text message to Xiaojie about my grades.

I looked at the sky, "I'd be happy if Mom was here." I muttered to myself only what I could hear.

Not long after, the phone rang and it was the teacher.

"Where did you go?" the teacher asked me.

"I'm still at school, next to the playground." I said honestly.

"What? Are you jealous?" the teacher asked.

"No, why am I jealous." I denied.

"Okay, meet me in the parking lot," said the teacher.

"Where are you going? It's only afternoon now, you won't say you want to eat again?" I asked.

"Yes, let's go to have afternoon tea." The teacher answered with a smile.

"Really?" I asked.

"It's fake, there is no class in the afternoon anyway, I will take you to a place you would like to go. Hurry up and find me in the parking lot." The teacher said mysteriously.

"Oh okay." I started to move to the parking lot.

When I arrived, the teacher was already waiting for me in the car.

I got in the car and left the school with her.

"Are you jealous with your junior?" the teacher asked again.

"No, why am I jealous?" I replied, deliberately turning my head to the car window to look outside.

"Because the school girl also asked me to help her prepare for TOEFL." The teacher said.

"Oh, that's good." I said deliberately.

"Tsk tsk, it's so sour." The teacher is really bad.

"Where is it?" I still looked out the window.

"Okay, don't be jealous. She is different from you." The teacher's voice became serious.

"Why? And why am I a very special student?" I turned and looked back at her.

"Well. You are a very special student." She said again.

I have grown used to hearing this answer without asking why.

I believe what she said, and one day I will know.

"And don't worry, if she wants to come to me, she must first make an appointment with me. Only you can call and come at any time. Is this good?" She said in a coaxing tone.

"Oh, okay." I'm embarrassed.

"Brat." She smiled, ruffling my hair again.

"Stop messing with my hair every time." I complained.

"No way." She shrugged.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"It's almost here. And you've obviously been here before." Her tone was helpless.

"Oh... I'm a road idiot." I complained.

"Yeah, well, almost there," she said.

When the car stopped, I froze.

"How do you know..." I said, looking at where she parked.

"Don't I know you yet? Knowing such an important thing, you want to tell mom?" The teacher parked the car at the entrance of mom's cemetery.

"Thank you." I was so moved that I didn't know what to say.

"Does this make you so moved? Are you going to cry next?" She said while pushing the back of the front seat forward, and took out bags of bellflowers from the back.

"You actually remember..." I didn't expect her to remember what I said at that time.

"Is it difficult? I have a good memory." The teacher smiled and handed me two bags, and I obediently reached out to take them.

"When did you buy it?" I asked.

"I ordered it with the florist a few days ago. I want to say that your grades are about to come out. I will bring you here when I know your grades. I just got it last night." She said as she took it out and put it in the car Put on your flat shoes.

"You wear high heels." I looked at her who lost at least five centimeters in an instant and was about the same height as me.

"It's more dignified to be taller, don't you think?" She blinked.

We carried flowers and walked side by side.

"What if I do poorly in the exam?" I asked her as I walked.

"No, I have confidence in you. And, even if you fail the exam, so what? Just come and complain to your mother." It was that awesome smile again.

"That's right." I nodded.

Soon, we arrived at Mom's grave.

I quietly looked at the photos on my mother's tombstone, and quietly missed this smile.

The teacher stood beside me and accompanied me to be quiet in a considerate way.

"Mom, I'm really going abroad, and the TOEFL test is still very good, I think you know it?" After a long time, I said.

The teacher put his hand on my shoulder.

"How are you? I miss you so much, Xiaojie must miss you too. He has been working hard recently! You should have seen it." I choked up my sobs as I spoke.

"Mom, we are all fine, you can really rest assured, and the teacher is taking good care of me." I held the teacher's hand on my shoulder.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will do my best to take care of the two of them." The teacher said with a smile.

"You call me Auntie Mom?" I looked at her and asked.

"Otherwise?" she asked me back.

"I don't know either. It feels like you're about ten years old." I shrugged.

"Oh, so you think I'm old?" She asked me with raised eyebrows.

"Ah, I was discovered!" After I finished speaking, I ran away.

"Damn child, come back to me." She started to chase me.

"No, you'll hit me." I jumped back two more steps.

"Okay, stop making trouble, let's plant flowers." She gave me a helpless look, picked up the flowers on the ground, and began to tidy up the surrounding soil.

I walked back to her and planted the flowers in the soil with her.

After working hard in the sun for a while, we completed the task covered in sweat.

"Today is really a good day for planting flowers." The teacher said while sitting on the grass.

"Oh, yes, I'm sweating." I said as I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my hands.

"It's so dirty, the dirt is all over my face." The teacher laughed at me.

"Oh, just wash it off later." I sat next to her and leaned my head on her shoulder.

"Well, if only you were older," she said suddenly.

"Is this really important?" I looked up at her and asked.

"That's right... It's time to go, tidy up and go eat." She stood up from the grass first.

I knew she was avoiding my question.

"Oh good." I also stood up.

I quietly looked at my mother's tomb again.

"Mom, you want me to continue to be happy." I said in my heart.

"Let's go." I turned around first and walked towards the toilet.

"What secret did you tell Mommy?" she asked after catching up to me.

"Of course I can't tell you the secret." I made a grimace.

"Damn, ungrateful brat," she said feigned anger.

"It can't be helped, and it's still a brat you can't hate." I said aggressively.

"I'm really defeated by you. I can't stand it." She walked to the sink in the toilet sadly.

We washed the mud off our hands and faces.Well, only my face has mud.

Then go to 911.

She got into the car first, and after hesitating for two seconds, I walked to the driver's seat and knocked on her window.

"Why? Don't you get in the car? I'm going to eat." She asked me.

"... Teacher, thank you." After I finished speaking, I quickly pecked her cheek.

She was stunned.

I quickly rushed to the passenger seat, then covered my face with my coat, and leaned my head against the window, as if she couldn't see me that way.

"Hahahahaha! Are you kidding me?" After a few seconds, she laughed.

Then I reached out to take the coat off my head, but I tried my best to protect the coat and not let her take it away.

My face must have been so red.

"Okay, I won't laugh at you anymore, it will suffocate you." She held back her laugh, and turned the key to start the car.

I slowly poked my head out of the jacket and peeked at her.She still had a smile on her face.

"You owe me a sneak kiss." She suddenly looked at me who was peeking at her and said.

Instead I was stunned, not understanding what she meant when she said "I owe her once"?

Is she going to sneak kiss me too?still?

I didn't ask, but my heart was sweet.

That was the first time I kissed her.

"Have you ever been in love?" The teacher suddenly asked me on the way home after dinner.

I shook my head.

"Really?" the teacher asked in disbelief.

"Really, why did I lie to you." I said.

"It's hard to believe," said the teacher.

"Why?" I asked.

"You look very good, there shouldn't be anyone chasing you." The teacher's tone was playful.

"Oh, someone chased me, but I don't like it." I said honestly.

"Is the standard too high?" The teacher looked at me and asked.

"No, it just doesn't feel right." I thought about it.

"How does it feel? It's love at first sight?" The teacher teased me.

"It's not love at first sight, it's the kind...without electricity." I don't know if the teacher understands this.

"Electricity? Do I have electricity?" The teacher turned to me and asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Is it calling you?" The teacher continued to ask.

"Yes." I continued to nod.

"When?" The car stopped at a red light again.

"When I was in class for the first time." I did not forget the moment when I was called by the teacher.

"Oh? How did you get electrocuted?" The teacher has the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the bottom line.

"I said you can't laugh at me." I would not feel comfortable saying such a thing.

"Okay, not laughing at you." But she was already smiling.

"I forgot to wear my glasses in my first class..." I started.

"Yeah, and late," she interjected.

"Do you still remember?" I was a little surprised.

"I told you..." I knew it was the one hundred and one answers again.

"Yes, I am a very special student." I helped her finish the sentence.

"Hehe, yes, you continue to talk." She smiled.

"So in fact, I didn't see clearly what the teacher looked like in the first class. I was teaching by hearing." I continued to say.

I saw her nod.

"But the second time I wore glasses, and I got to the classroom early. That should be the time I really saw the teacher." I said while recalling.

I looked at the teacher, she was looking ahead, holding the steering wheel with one hand.

"I was dumbfounded when you entered the classroom. The whole thing is my god." I said with a smile.

"Returning the heavenly food! How could it be such an exaggeration." The teacher laughed.

"Really. I still remember the way you walked into the classroom." I said seriously.

"Oh, what does it look like when I walk into the classroom?" she asked me.

"It's very similar to the kind where the movie will be played in slow motion. I was a little sleepy, but when you came in, I woke up." I said.

"So what did you see in the slow motion stop?" she asked me with a smile.

"Seeing you walking in with long flowing hair, stepping on confident steps, with a calm demeanor, I thought you should be in your early thirties, so I couldn't help but kept staring at you. But I didn't know you What did you say, I didn’t come back to my senses until the sign-in sheet was passed to me.” I also said with a smile.

"So... you've been secretly in love with me since the second class?" She really meant it.

"I guess..." I said with my head down.

"You're really cute." She ruffled my hair again.

"You really like to tease me." I have gradually learned to fight back.

"Then if I didn't take the initiative to approach you first, wouldn't you have been secretly in love with your Amana-sensei until graduation?" She didn't know what to think, and then asked.

"Oh, yes. I don't take the initiative to approach people, especially teachers, bosses, etc." I took it for granted.

"Why?" she asked with puzzlement.

"I don't like giving people the opportunity to gossip." I said seriously.

"That's why you always pick a time when no one is around to find me?" She asked after parking the car.

Do not know when, we have arrived at the door.

"Yeah, I think it's good for both of us." I said, looking her in the eyes.

Even in the dark, I still feel the teacher's eyes focus on me.

"You are really, so sensible that it makes people feel distressed." She was silent for a while before saying.

"What do you mean?" I didn't understand what she was talking about.

"It's nothing. By the way, I didn't ask you. The exam is so good, what gift do you want?" She asked as if she suddenly remembered.

"Are you going to give me a gift? No need. You have helped me a lot." I was startled by her question.

"Really? That's what you said." Her smile was weird.

"Hmm...then..." I thought for a while, and leaned next to her ear and said, "Let's upgrade me from a student to a lover."

"Little devil, this is too cheap for you." She flicked my forehead and pushed me away.

"Oh, I was rejected again, so sad." I covered my face with my hands.

As a result, an eyelash fell into the eye.

I start rubbing my eyes.

"Why rub your eyes?" she asked after seeing it.

"Looks like the eyelashes fell into the eyes..." I said while rubbing.

"Don't rub it, let me see." She turned on the lights in the car and took my hands away from my eyes.

She looked into my eyes carefully, and I couldn't escape her gaze.

"Wait, I saw it." She gently wiped off the eyelashes in her eyes with a tissue.

"Thank you," I said.

The distance between the two of us is only about three centimeters.

Then, I felt her lips sticking to mine. Although it was only for a short second, it gave me a shock like a lightning strike.

"Hey! You owe me that," she said a second later with a treacherous smile.

"Not fair!" I protested loudly.

"What's unfair?" she asked.

"That, that, that was my first kiss..." I whispered more and more.

"Ah! Yea! I forgot..." she exclaimed, but it was too late.

"You have to be responsible to others..." I started to cheat.

"Then how do you want me to compensate you? Apart from being with you..." she said with regret.

"Then...kiss me one more time." I said, too fast, I didn't even have time to react.

But I have to admit that I am happy and feel that I have earned it.

"Yousure" she looked at me uncertainly and asked.

I nodded.

"Close your eyes," she said, and I obediently followed suit.

This time, her lips came up very lightly and gently, kissing my upper lip and then the lower lip like a dragonfly on the water.

I think kissing is really a human instinct!After being kissed by her for a while, I began to slowly respond to her kiss.Gradually, we kissed deeper and deeper, each other's tongues entangled.I never knew kissing could be so mesmerizing.

After another moment, she left my lips.

Suddenly there was an awkward atmosphere among us.It’s because we’re all too invested in it.From the original mentality of having fun, it seems that it is not just fun, but also something else... We are tacit to each other.

"Thank you teacher, then I'll go up first." I broke the silence first.

"No! You can sleep well today, right?" I've never seen her smile so forcedly.

"Yes! Teacher, drive carefully." I said as I opened the door and got out of the car.

This time, she didn't roll down the window to say goodbye to me, and she didn't drive away right away.

She was still there until I went upstairs and looked down from the window.

I don't know if she in the car saw me standing by the window looking at her. After a while, I saw the lights come on, and then there was a harsh engine sound, which faded away as the lights went away. .

That night, as I was falling asleep, I got a text from her.

"You're asking a good question, but I don't know whether you can't cross it or I won't let you cross it. I'm sorry, but I need to think it through."

I watched it over and over several times, and finally I replied to her: "Is it because you want me to cross over, so you have to think clearly, or because you want to continue to keep a distance, so you have to think clearly?"

She didn't call me back.

Until I fell asleep, I could still feel the softness of her lips and the tenderness of her kissing me.