King of 25 Cubs

I don't know why, but looking at this Yandao Zhonger Er, I always feel something weird.

This feeling of familiarity and strangeness makes me a little uncomfortable.

It's the kind of... the discomfort of wanting to stuff people into the trash can.

I think it might be my nervousness. This person's dress and temperament are similar to the deacon of my old enemy. I think I have found the source of the discomfort.

But I know they are definitely not alone.

Liu Hai knows people, teacher Yan Dao is [-] points, and the deacon is medium points.

"Hmm... hello, Teacher Yandao, I'm Lizhi Gaosui."

Just after saying hello, I saw the man's eyes fall on my noodle bowl, and then he didn't move.

I hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Do you want to eat something too?"

In fact, I was just being polite. Unexpectedly, the other party was stunned. He sat directly opposite me, looked at me with eyes that seemed to be shining, and said in a very happy tone: "I want to eat, can I?"

"...Then I'll cook you a bowl."

I walked into the kitchen, quickly cooked a bowl of noodles, and beat a poached egg.

Instead of sitting still, Teacher Yan Dao followed me into the kitchen like a little tail, staring straight at my pot with dark red eyes.

How hungry is this?

I slandered in my heart and asked him: "Do you like to eat soft-boiled or well-cooked?"

"Soft heart." Teacher Yan Dao raised two fingers and lowered his eyes in embarrassment: "I want two eggs, is that okay?"

I don't even consider myself an outsider.

I glanced at him and said casually: "Of course, three is fine."

"Two will do."

Teacher Yandao smiled shyly.

After 2 minutes, I poured the cooked noodles into the soup bowl, and Teacher Yandao automatically brought the bowl to the table without my ordering.

The noodles are very ordinary thin vermicelli, with poached eggs, small rapeseed and shiitake mushrooms floating on the clear clear soup, as well as fried golden pesto and peanuts.

I took two more cans of Coke from the refrigerator, and just put three goji berries in my own can of Coke, and found that Teacher Yandao was eyeing my Coke again.

He looked at me silently, his eyes burning and full of longing.

The amazing thing is that I can understand his eyes - I want to drink yours, it looks so loud!

On a whim, I moved the coke can.

So Teacher Yan Dao's eyes moved with my movements, as if they were stuck to a Coke can.

Me: move——

Teacher Yandao: Stare——

Me: Move again———

Teacher Yandao: Keep an eye on———

I swapped the cokes between the two, and this time Teacher Yandao stopped staring.

See what I eat, so what do you want to follow?

No, how old are you, Mr. Yandao?Are you thirty or three years old? !

I have everything to eat and drink. Teacher Yandao looked very hungry, but he was not in a hurry to fill his stomach. Instead, he took several photos of the dining table with his mobile phone and uploaded them to Instagram. He also specially selected the light and angle to arrange the bowl Chopsticks, very busy.

The flash made a continuous "click" sound.

I cleared my throat and said with a dull expression, "Teacher...it's just a bowl of noodles in clear soup."

People are showing luxury houses, bags, and high-end restaurant menus on ins, so what's the matter with you showing a bowl of clear soup noodles?

But Mr. Yandao didn’t think the clear soup noodles were cheap at all. After taking the photo and uploading it to Instagram, he added a line of words on purpose——

[The supper specially made for me by the students, there are two poached eggs, so soft! 】

...not on purpose, just by the way.

He pressed send, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and there seemed to be many colorful flowers popping up on the top of his head.

I:"……"

Seems kind of cute?

After showing off, Teacher Yan Dao finally picked up the chopsticks.

I slurped the noodles silently and observed him secretly.

The way this person eats is also very elegant.

He lowered his head halfway, lowering his eyes obediently. His long eyelashes were like the light wings of a butterfly, half covering his slightly melancholy eyes, and the curved shadows fell on his white skin like jade.

He picked up the noodles with his chopsticks, looking very serious and cherishing, his movements were careful, and he didn't make a sound.

At first I thought the noodles in clear soup were not to my taste, but halfway through the meal, he actually showed the expression that he was about to cry.

Teacher, you are exaggerating a bit!

How unpalatable is this noodle, so unpalatable that you cry?

I took another sip... Well, it's not bad, is it?

Even Osamu Dazai, the picky guy, praised the deliciousness of my cooking back then. I wondered if my cooking skills seemed to have not regressed.

I decided to salute myself.

"Uh... Could it be that you tasted like your mother in the noodles?" I asked pretending to be relaxed.

Hearing my words, Mr. Yandao stopped holding the noodles and shook his head: "Miss Lizhi, don't get me wrong, this is the best meal I have had in the past few years."

I showed a sympathetic look: "The best meal is noodles in clear soup. How have you lived these past few years?"

Teacher Yan Dao smiled, and said softly: "Even if you try all kinds of flavors, it's not as late as someone willing to cook a bowl of steaming noodle soup with poached eggs for you in the middle of the night."

I suddenly realized that Teacher Yandao might be a very lonely person.

"Then you eat more, if not enough, I will cook for you."

After talking, I continued to observe the other party while sucking noodles.

I suddenly discovered that Teacher Yandao didn't even take off his white gloves when he was eating.

"What happened to the teacher's hand?"

"Before I left a large area of ​​scars after being burned, I wore gloves to not scare the students."

Teacher Yan Dao said lightly, then tilted his head again, and asked me with some embarrassment: "If Miss Lizhi thinks this is impolite, I will take off the gloves."

"Neither Yang Tao nor I will be frightened, but if you think this is more convenient, please follow your own habits."

I paused and continued to ask, "Which subject do you teach?"

"National Language and Citizenship." (Citizenship: Ethics + Politics + Economics)

According to the identity of the task target Sigma, the major I need to apply for is electronic information engineering, and if possible, I want to minor in economics and management. Both majors belong to science.

I recalled my elective subjects—Mandarin is a compulsory subject; history, geography, and civics are one of the three, and I choose citizenship, after all, after the college entrance examination, I still need to pass the civil service examination; physical and chemical biology and geography are two of the four, and I choose geography ; English, German, French, Chinese and Korean, I chose English.

Mr. Yandao teaches Mandarin and civics. I don’t need tutoring for English. Mathematics is still taught by Junior Kunikida, leaving geography and biology untouched.

Probably guessing what I was thinking, Teacher Yandao said solemnly: "I can teach other subjects as well."

I blinked.

This is a bit greedy, other teachers can only charge tuition money for one subject, this person is not enough for two subjects, and still wants to make up for it?

"Is the teacher short of money?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not." Teacher Yan Dao put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "I just want to prove my strength."

Proof of strength... Isn't it misleading the younger generation?

If I fail the ranking, I can imagine what kind of drafts the news media will write to ridicule me.

For example——"The East University is okay" pretended to be too aggressive, and the head of Gao Sui finally failed the ranking. After all, people still have to be humble.

Another example - shock!The founder of Lychee Pay couldn't even pass the university entrance exam.

I don't care too much about being ridiculed by the community. What I care about is that if I fail the exam, I have to use the ability to retake the exam, and if I use the ability, I have to lose my hair.

I haven't used my powers for the past few months, and it's hard to maintain a "balance of payments"

Out of the fear of being bald, I suddenly had a deep distrust of Teacher Yandao.

But after thinking about it, I feel that if there is no investigation, there is no right to speak. After all, I have seen too many geniuses who are so smart that people and gods are angry.

Ranpo Edogawa had the ability to see the truth at a glance since he was a child, and the teaching progress in school could not keep up with his brain; After reading "On the Monarch" the day before, he can recite it backwards the next day and can use it in practice; Kunikida Doppo, who looks very ordinary, did not graduate from college and enter middle school to become a well-established teacher.

There are many more examples, so I won't list them one by one.

And this Yandao Zhonger who I don't know may be a genius.

Regarding Teacher Yan Dao's proposal, I was noncommittal and decided to observe and observe.

After the last sip of noodle soup, I stuffed the bowl in the dishwasher and went to bed.

Maybe the liver was too hard a few days ago, and I slept until noon the next day.

It happened to be the weekend, and Yang Tao didn't go to school. When I sneaked into the study with my textbooks and exercise sets, Teacher Yandao was already teaching Chinese to Yang Tao.

There is a new blackboard in the study, and I glanced at the blackboard. The Chinese characters on it are straight and straight, with clear strokes, and they are thin and slender with a bit of slenderness and agility.

It is a good handwriting.

Teacher Yandao nodded slightly to me and continued to teach. Five minutes later, he assigned Carambola a new homework and opened my exercise set.

"I need to know about Miss Lizhi's academic level, so that I can know where to start in the future."

The previous small questions were okay, but when he saw the messy answers to the reading comprehension and composition, Teacher Yan Dao began to knock on the table unconsciously with his fingertips.

Looking at the long and slender fingers with gloves, a strange feeling filled my heart again.

It's like I've seen it somewhere.

But this action is not special, many people have done it, but somehow it gives me a sense of familiarity at this moment.

Wait, it's not seeing, it may be hearing or touching...

I frowned, and before I could figure it out, I was interrupted by the other party's voice.

"Your composition..." Teacher Yan Dao considered his words, and finally said with a half-smile: "The writing is pretty good, but it's not on the mark at all.

I:"……"

If they are all on the mark, do I still need to make up lessons?

"Test-taking has rules and tricks."

As he said that, Teacher Yan Dao opened a few example essays and began to pick out the structure of the essay with me.

"Your composition is too meaningful. This is a thesis, not a composition. What's more, the word count and style of the composition cannot carry too complicated content."

"To sum up these sample essays with full marks, they are either touching people's hearts with a narrative of true feelings, or an argumentative essay with a rigorous structure and brilliant literary talent. From the words of Ms. Lizhi, it can be seen from this essay that your writing is characterized by reason rather than emotion, which is obviously not suitable for you. Narratives with true feelings and emotions. Argumentative essays have the same structure, and the content can be summed up in three words-'fake big empty', and then appropriately matched with lyricism."

Teacher Yan Dao selected three example essays with a relatively clear structure: "Come on, recite the full text of these three essays, and then apply other people's structural models."

He took out another stack of printing paper from his briefcase: "This is a famous quote I found suitable for writing a composition. It is not common. It will definitely refresh the eyes of the marking teacher and memorize it; the next few sheets are all-purpose sentences for composition. I wrote it myself, and I can change some of the vocabulary and use it anywhere, and I can intersperse famous quotes in the middle, and I will memorize this too.”

"Memorize them all, as long as your composition does not go off topic, you can get most of the marks."

I frowned and looked at the printing paper: "Then don't I become a routine machine for Mo De's feelings?"

Teacher Yan Dao said briskly, "I won't teach you knowledge. You already have knowledge, so I will only teach you how to take shortcuts."

Okay, it seems to make sense.

……

The Chinese class is followed by the civics class, and the half-day class is over. I think the level of Teacher Yandao is not bad.

He is the kind of "handy old man" who is very good at summarizing test-taking skills and directly starts from the psychology of the question maker.

In a way, what he teaches is not textbook knowledge, but the thinking line of the question maker—to put it bluntly, it is to take advantage of the loopholes in the exam.

This is a bit similar to the collection and arrangement of information. I think it is more suitable for students like me who go astray than simply learning textbook knowledge.

After only a few days of teaching, Teacher Yandao became Gaosui Carambola's idol, and the little girl's voice was full of admiration when he was mentioned.

"I think Teacher Yandao is really good."

When practicing swords in the morning, she also praised him to me: "He is handsome, has a humorous personality, and teaches very well. The most important thing is that he is so smart! I didn't listen to a chemistry knowledge point at school during the day. I understand, after he went home, he flipped through my textbook, and he was able to explain it to me, and he explained it more clearly than the school teacher."

From this point of view, he should have confidence in saying that he wants to talk about the other three subjects.

And, I also found a problem - this Yandao teacher didn't sleep at night!

In fact, my work and rest are not normal. I often go out to look for food in the middle of the night, and then I can always meet Teacher Yandao near the kitchen.

In the end, the two of us formed a supper team. Of course, I was the one who made the supper, and Teacher Yandao was only responsible for eating.

After asking, I found out that this person belongs to the kind that doesn't need sleep very much.

According to Mr. Yan Dao, when he couldn’t sleep two nights ago, he ran to the yard and planted a small sapling, which was facing the window of my bedroom.

"Actually... there are rumors that this house is haunted."

I tactfully reminded him not to run around in the middle of the night, in case the dark lights broke into the forbidden area on the other side of the beach and woke up Mr. Lovecraft, it was someone he didn't know, I don't know if he would directly take my The tutor's head went flying.

"Hey, can it be haunted?!"

Teacher Yan Dao's eyes widened immediately.

The round eyes, coupled with the look of surprise and a little fear, actually have a kind of innocent and cute feeling.

He doesn't look like 30 years old like this, but he still has the childishness of a young man.

After half a month like this, he asked me for a day off.

"I have something to deal with tomorrow, and I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

The other party didn't say what's going on specifically, and I couldn't ask about it, so I gave him a vacation without hesitation.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "If there is something difficult to solve, you can ask me for help."

He didn't say "yes" or "no", just rolled his eyes at me.

I suddenly found that his left eye was bloodshot and red. I don't know if it was caused by staying up late or because of eye inflammation.

"Teacher, your eyes."

I pointed to my left eye: "What happened?"

Teacher Yan Dao blinked, and suddenly covered his left eye with his hand.

"Probably the sand was blown into the eyes by the wind, grinding it."

"Then I'll ask the butler to prepare eye drops for you."

"Yeah." He said lightly, "Then please."

The voice sounded weak.

·

On the day Mr. Yandao asked for leave, Mr. Ango checked my studies as usual.

"I've made a lot of progress this week." He pushed his glasses and praised, "It feels like I suddenly got enlightened."

I scratched my head: "Well, I recently found a new tutor, who is quite good, and his method is more suitable for me."

Speaking of tutors, I have a little more to say: "Speaking of which, Mr. Yandao doesn't sleep at night, and doesn't seem sleepy during the day. I think you are more awesome than Mr. Anwu."

But how could anyone really not need sleep?It won't hold up for a long time.

After checking my studies, Mr. Ango suddenly asked me: "By the way, do you know Osamu Dazai?"

Mr. Ango doesn't know my "Matilda" vest, but he knows "Baldhead Qiang".

"Bald Qiang" and Osamu Dazai had been roommates for two years, so they naturally knew each other.

I raised my eyebrows: "Ask him what to do?"

"Do you know where he lives recently?" Mr. An Wu pinched his brows with a headache: "Forget it, you definitely don't know. I only ask you when I have nothing to do."

I have already broken up with Dazai, where can I find out where he lives, if you ask me, I might as well ask Odasaku.

"I asked your neighbor Mr. Odasaku. Even he doesn't know where Dazai has gone recently; but whenever the government entrusts him with work, he always shows up at the right time."

"He is now in the 'reform through labor' stage, and the degree of danger has remained high. His whereabouts are always so erratic, and I am also very embarrassed."

Sighing, Mr. Ango continued: "If I ask, he will definitely not tell me; if you see Dazai, pay attention to his whereabouts."

"Okay." I agreed without hesitation, and then asked, "What has Dazai been doing lately?"

I suddenly remembered Eunji, the housekeeper who disappeared, and the carpet in my room.

This person is quite idle, he would go to my house to play cosplay when he has no work to do.

"It's mainly the work that the government is inconvenient to do but has to solve. At his own request, most of it is the work of saving people. For example, today, a small gangster in the next city kidnapped the wife and daughter of a certain congressman. Dazai went to negotiate with the yakuza for important people."

Mr. Ango paused, and continued: "If it were someone else, it might take a few days. For Dazai, one day is probably enough."

"Oh." I changed the subject and said more emphatically, "Please keep him busy."

That way he doesn't have time to run over to my house to cosplay...Huh?

Huh? ! ! ! !

role play?

Asking for leave today? !

hmmmm? ? ?

Suddenly, I had the feeling of winning the bid again.

The author has something to say:

Zai is a player who perennially explodes his liver and cultivates immortals.

The leader Zai basically didn't sleep much for four years. The main chapter Zai forgot where he saw it, and he also said that he didn't need sleep.

He doesn't even have dark circles under his eyes!

Tuo has dark circles under his eyes, but he doesn't have them!

Really a god.

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感谢在2020-04-2716:35:56~2020-04-2923:44:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Master Zhou Yu 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：西柚、谢谢你呀、墨若清筱、周瑜大人、慕夏、活在世界边缘10瓶；旧剑满宝了9瓶；明之尤箜、画心、我男神5瓶；团子大王3瓶；saiiiii、林间有雨2瓶；肉袋鼠1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!