Pride and Predilection [Entertainment]

Liang Xiao knew that Fu Hanyu often went to school on weekends when he was in college, but he didn't expect this habit to be maintained until now.Thinking of his unreasonable speculations along the way, he really wanted to slap himself twice.

His Hanyu is so good.

He might have shit in his head, the poisonous kind.

As soon as Liang Xiao unbuckled his seat belt, Richard hurriedly followed to get out of the car, but was glared at by the boss: "You stay in the car and wait for me, don't scare the child."

Richard: "..."

The school is not big, there is only one teaching building and a two-story building similar to an activity hall.It was the weekend now, so there was no one in the teaching building, but there was music coming from the second-floor building.

Liang Xiao searched for the sound and walked over.

Maybe it's because of his outfit of sunglasses and black jacket, which is too conspicuous in such a quiet county town, the snow sweeping aunt at the door swung her broom across, and stopped Liang Xiao suspiciously: "Who are you looking for? "

The aunt is wearing a cotton padded jacket and sleeves, she looks like a person in charge of a neighborhood committee.Liang Xiao suddenly felt guilty, and pointed to the activity room with a smile: "I'm here to find..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman with sleeves put her hands on her hips arrogantly: "The principal has ordered that reporters, media, fans, and anyone who comes to see the teacher are not allowed to come in!"

It's like a duck voice like "clearance sale of leather shoes, sneakers and sandals".

Liang Xiao: "..."

"I'm his friend." Liang Xiao took off his sunglasses and smiled at his aunt, "I'm not a reporter."

Aunt Sweeping the Floor doesn't chase stars, and doesn't know Liang Xiao, but she thought that this guy looks as good-looking as a dance teacher, and he really doesn't look like those reporters and media with cameras, so her face suddenly softened a little.

The corners of Liang Xiao's mouth curled up slightly, and he gave the aunt a wink against his conscience: "Auntie, I don't want to disturb them, just let me take a look outside."

Dashuai Liang's amazing face-scrubbing skills, from an eight-year-old little lolita to an eighty-year-old grandma, even Fu Hanyu back then, has experienced many battles and has never missed a shot.A mere cleaning lady, of course, is nothing to worry about.

The aunt who swept the snow didn't suspect anything at all, so she let Liang Xiao pass.

Along the way, Liang Xiao learned from his aunt that 80.00% of the students in this welfare school are left-behind children in rural areas, and there is a serious shortage of teachers. Usually, a head teacher supervises the entire classroom on the first floor, and most of the teachers are from the city. Volunteers, or college students doing internships.

It's the weekend, kids whose parents aren't home and the elders aren't around get together, and the school offers childcare services for kids of all ages, from first through fifth grade.

"Hey, there are college students who come to volunteer every year." Aunt sweeping the floor sighed, "but most of the students have completed the required time, and within a few months, they stopped coming. The teacher is nice, the university It’s time to teach, and now it will come.”

Liang Xiao was also a little moved when he heard this: "How often does he come?"

The aunt thought for a while: "Last year, the teacher would come every two weeks, but this year it seems that I am busy with work, so I only come once a month or two."

Liang Xiao let out an "oh", and immediately became interested: "Then do you still need a dance teacher?"

The aunt smacked her lips: "There is no shortage of dance teachers! This dance is the same whether you learn it or not. Isn't it just to spend time with the children! What we need most now is a Chinese teacher!"

Liang's language is not as good as his English. Mr. Xiao said indifferently "Oh".

The two walked to the place where the class was held.

The so-called "activity classroom" is just a big room without desks and chairs. It is said to be learning dance, but it doesn't even have a mirror. It's just a broken radio, playing music babbling.

"The teacher is still in class."

Liang Xiao smiled with a good temper: "It's okay, I'll wait for him to finish class."

"Then why don't you sit in your office for a while?"

Liang Xiao didn't wear much, but he didn't feel cold either. He leaned against the wall outside the classroom: "No need, I'll just squat here."

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and there was a layer of frost on the windows.Liang Xiao looked through the blurry glass, and saw that the boys and girls in the room were divided into two camps, and Fu Hanyu stood in the middle.

"The movements of this part of girls are different from boys. I will teach the girls' movements first, so please be careful!" Fu Hanyu greeted the group of little girls.

"This eight beats looks like this." He turned his back, beat the beat, and gave them a slow motion decomposition, "Come on, follow me to do it again. First put your hands on your hips, one or two times with your left foot on the ground , three or four change the right foot, five or six steps forward two steps, seven or eight draw a heart in front of the body."

"Love is drawn like this," Fu Hanyu turned around, put his index fingers together in front of his chest, and drew the outline of a heart in front of him. At the same time, he twisted his waist and pursed his lips slightly.

Liang Xiao rubbed his nose, feeling that he was hit by being cute, and his blood tank was empty in seconds.

"Teacher, isn't it like this?" A little boy in the boys group imitated Fu Hanyu's movements, pouted exaggeratedly, pouted his buttocks, and drew a heart in front of him, which immediately caused a burst of laughter. Many little boys They all imitated.

A little girl on the opposite side yelled: "You are not girls!"

The little boy who took the lead in twisting his butt imitated her emphasis and screamed: "You are not girls!" After speaking, he made a grimace with his tongue sticking out at her.

The little girl immediately complained: "Teacher! I don't want to draw hearts on them!"

The scene was chaotic for a while, and it almost rose to a battle between men and women.

Fu Hanyu had no choice but to drag the little boy back into the boys' team, patted him on the shoulder lightly, angrily and amusedly: "Come back to me. Boys will learn how to move in a while, and then I will beat you!"

It is not easy to teach children of this age. There are 100 or [-] children, almost [-] ducks with ADHD.

......

In this way, the children danced the newly learned two eight beats together to the music. Fu Hanyu finally clapped his hands and told everyone that after a 10-minute break between classes, they can line up to the back of the classroom to receive the New Year's blessing bag.

The children rushed away: "The teacher brought us a gift——"

Fu Hanyu laughed and shouted from behind: "Eh? Don't grab it, everyone has a share!"

At the back of the classroom, the teacher of the weekend care class is holding a huge plastic bag, and every child can touch a red fluffy lucky bag from inside.There will be random gifts like candy, stationery, cute elastic barrettes, or small toys for boys in the bag.

"Hey, don't squeeze, don't rush, line up one by one - no, accurate, jump, queue!"

Thirty or so children crowded together, scrambling to be the first to push and shove, almost tore the bag, and even the sweeping lady had to go to help and maintain order.

Some children in the nursery class are not interested in the dance class, but when they heard that there are gifts here, they also ran over here, and the floor was full of colorfully dressed children.

At the other end of the classroom, Fu Hanyu was sitting on the ground with a kettle in his arms, feeling very relaxed.A group of children who had already received presents surrounded him, kneeling, sitting, squatting, in any posture, all looking at him with shining eyes.

Fu Hanyu didn't have any makeup on, he was wearing an ordinary sportswear with the zipper on his chest casually open.He was already pretty, but with such a dress, he seemed to be a few years younger, and he was full of youthful air.

The kids seem to like him a lot.He didn't know which child said something, but he suddenly smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Liang Xiao thought to himself, probably Fu Hanyu smiled at him like this not long ago.It's just, really... haven't seen it in a long time.

Such a smile is as bright as the warm sun in winter.

It was so warm that he was embarrassed to disturb the tranquility.

Liang Xiao hid outside the classroom, thinking, it's better to wait until the whole class is over before saying hello.

There were also groups of children around him, looking at each other's gifts that were opened in the bag.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

"Hmph, I won't trade with you!"

"Oh, it's mine, how can you snatch it!"

It's just that Liang Xiao doesn't know if he heard it wrong, the children seem to be "Teacher Liang" one by one.

This name...why does it sound...wrong?

Or is it that the teacher in the nursery class also happens to have the surname "Liang"?

It just so happened that a child who had just finished using the toilet ran over and almost ran into Liang Xiao's arms.Liang Xiao took the opportunity to stop him: "Little friend, what is the last name of the dance teacher inside?"

The little boy blinked his eyes and replied word by word: "The teacher's surname is Liang."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Seeing that the other party didn't answer for a long time, the little boy glanced enviously at the children queuing up to receive the blessing bags at the back of the classroom, and asked in a childlike voice, "Uncle, can I go?"

Liang Xiao smiled stiffly, patted him on the shoulder: "Go."

The little boy happily ran over to get the lucky bag.

The enthusiastic little boy not only told Mr. Liang Xiao's surname Liang, but also told Mrs. Sweeper loudly - a very tall strange uncle over there asked me what Mr. Liang's surname was!

Wait, didn't this person say that he is a friend of Teacher Liang?Why doesn't my friend even know what the teacher's name is? !Aunt Sweeping the Floor was vigilant and felt that something was wrong, so she ran out immediately and picked up the broom to Liang Xiao: "Who are you?! You big ass, you said you were the teacher's friend, but even the teacher's last name No one knows! What on earth are you doing here?!"

Seeing that Aunt Sweeper was about to attack if she disagreed with her, Liang Xiao hurriedly stopped the broom that was about to hit her in the face: "Auntie, I have something to say!"

The sweeping aunt pulled a few times, but the strength was different, and the bamboo pole on the broom did not move at all, so she had no choice but to give up and glared at Liang Xiao bitterly.

"You said you were a friend of the teacher. Do you know who the teacher's name is?!"

Liang Xiao: "..."

He really doesn't know what this "Teacher Liang" is called now.

——This dance teacher's surname is Fu and his name is Hanyu. !

Liang Xiao was dumb and ate Coptis chinensis, so he couldn't argue with it.

At this moment, Fu Hanyu and the teacher of the nursery class probably heard the movement outside the door, and they all came out of the activity room, followed by a group of curious little heads.

Only then did Liang Xiao let go of his hand.

"Mr. Liang, this man is said to be your friend!" Sweeper took the opportunity to grab the broom and pointed at Liang Xiao with the bamboo pole on her tail, "Do you know him?"

Fu Hanyu yelled and skipped a class again, his voice became hoarse.Maybe it was because he had just exercised, or maybe he was blown by the cold wind, his cheeks were pale and red, and his eyes were clean and surprised.

In front of the genuine Teacher Liang, a certain "Teacher Liang" suddenly felt hot: "..."

Fu Hanyu didn't speak, pouted arrogantly, flicked the two small brushes twice, and looked like he was wronged.

Liang Xiao: "..."

——How can this little awkwardness be so cute? !

If it weren't for the presence of so many children, Liang Xiao would really like to stride forward now, hold him in his arms and give him a good rub. It would be better to add some small movements such as rubbing his cheeks and licking his earlobes.

The socialist flowers all opened their eyes wide, and the "Neighborhood Committee Aunt" beside them looked like a torch—ahem, with a thick skin like Liang Xiao, who insisted on suppressing some inappropriate behaviors.

He grinned: "Do you know him, Teacher 'Liang'?"