Dude, your wig fell off

An He stood smoking in the corridor outside the office on the third floor, and a large group of students crowded in front of the bulletin board next to the playground downstairs, not knowing what they were looking at.Booing can be heard from time to time, and the class bell rang for a while before the students reluctantly left the bulletin board.

My colleague Teacher Yang came up from downstairs and smiled when he saw him.

Teacher Yang is more than 40 years old, and he is always serious and serious. An He felt honored to be able to smile at himself today, and quickly nodded with a smile: "You are out of class."

Teacher Yang withdrew his smile, and said while walking into the office: "Mr. An, the students in your class are really getting more and more out of line."

An He was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"You don't know yet? This is the head teacher." Teacher Yang shook his head, retreated from the office with a sad face, and pointed to the bulletin board downstairs, "Zhang Lin in your class wrote all the love letters as big-character posters and posted them! "

"Really." Angel was happy, and looked downstairs, no wonder.

"Are you still laughing?" Teacher Yang sighed and walked into the office.

Then do I cry?An He smiled, put out his cigarette, and walked downstairs slowly.

When passing by the bulletin board, An He went over to take a look.

There is a piece of paper pasted on the glass of the bulletin board, which is still a certain distance from the big-character poster. It is just an A4 paper, and the words on it are quite large.

Xu Jingyao, I love you till death.The inscription Zhang Lin at the bottom curled up in a ball as if someone had stepped on it in a circle.

Xu Jingyao is the representative of the Chinese class in Anhe's class. She is a pretty good girl, but she is very proud. The ending of Zhang Lin's confession is probably a tragedy.

An He tore the paper off the glass and took it back to the office.

During the last self-study class in the afternoon, he called Zhang Lin to the office.

"Let's talk," An He put the paper on his desk, glanced at Zhang Lin, who was standing across the table with a displeased face, and smiled again, "The expression on this face is really ugly, maybe it's too early for me to tear it off? , Xu Jingyao hasn't watched it yet?"

"Know it and say it." Zhang Lin poked his neck and clicked his tongue.

"Then show it to her yourself." An He handed him the paper.

Zhang Lin was stunned, then took the paper: "Aren't you scolding me?"

"Why scold you?" An He took a sip of tea from the thermos.

"Then why did you ask me to come?" Zhang Lin looked at him.

"I'm here to tell you not to do this kind of thing before the midterm exam, and then do it after the exam." An He leaned back in the chair, hooked the corners of his mouth and showed a smile, "Are you afraid that you may fail the exam a lot?" Jingyao ignores you?"

"I don't care about that. Today is Singles' Day. It's a good day to confess your love." Zhang Lin lay down on the table, "Is Mr. An any water? I'm thirsty."

"Singles' Day?" An He took a bottle of unfinished water from the sports meeting from the cardboard box behind him and gave it to Zhang Lin, "I can remember nothing about the content of the class. I still remember this kind of thing very clearly."

"You should be able to remember." Zhang Lin poured water down his neck, wiped his mouth, "Aren't you also a bachelor? I heard that your ex-girlfriend is very beautiful. If she is too beautiful, she is unreliable." , can't keep it..."

"Call your dad or your mom over next Monday." An He smiled, looking at the screen of his notebook, the courseware hadn't been finished yet.

"Aren't you? If you say you're a bachelor, you're called a parent!" Zhang Lin was very dissatisfied, and after thinking about it, he shook the paper in his hand, "Is it still because of this?"

"Neither of them," An He clicked the mouse, "Do you think you have nothing else to call a parent besides this?"

"Didn't you just go out for a stroll in class?"

"More than once." An He put down the mouse and looked at Zhang Lin. He knew that it would be embarrassing to be called a parent in high school. "Young man, you haven't stayed in the classroom for a few classes this afternoon, have you? I didn't let you Calling the parents tomorrow is already a great way to save face, you can think about how to explain it in the next two days, then go back to the classroom."

Zhang Lin wanted to say something else, but An He ignored him, so he could only click his tongue and turn around and walk towards the door of the office: "Just call."

The door of the office was closed loudly by Zhang Linting.

"This Zhang Lin is really hopeless," Cheng Yu who was sitting in the corner was taken aback, "You just call his dad to clean him up and it's over, why let him call it himself, just wait, next time You won't see his parents on Monday."

"Not at all." An He clicked on the beating QQ in the lower right corner, and Zhang Lin would call the parents, and he knew his students.

The message on Q was sent by Lin Ruoxue, and it was very concise and clear.

Ten o'clock tonight, boiling point.

Boiling Point is a bar, which used to be a gathering point for a group of their friends. They haven't been there for a while, but An He replied with a good word.

There was still half a class left before school, An He stretched himself, got up and walked out of the office.

He is used to going around the class before school is over.

This is the bottom-ranked high school in the top five in the city. The source of students is poor and the teachers are weak, but the pressure is much less in comparison, and the principal is willing to spend money. This is probably why An He can stay here for four years with peace of mind. s reason.

Approaching the teaching building of the first grade of high school, there are still 30 meters away, and you can hear the voices of several classes on the first floor, and some students have already wandered outside the classroom. When they saw him coming, they turned back In classrooms.

An He took a look and went upstairs, his class was on the second floor.

The noise in his class was no lower than downstairs. He pushed open the back door and looked. Those who were reading novels, those who were sleeping, those who were chatting, those who were listening to music with their earphones plugged in, and there were some who were idle and doing nothing but cleaning the glass.

An He walked in through the back door, walked slowly towards the podium, pulled off the earplugs from the ears of the two students and threw them on the table, and the buzzing voice in the classroom gradually died down.

An He didn't speak, and stood on the edge of the podium to look at it. Compared with the sophomores and seniors, the freshmen in the first year of high school are actually quite honest.

"I'm so excited that school is over soon?" An He said after the voice of the conversation below had completely disappeared, "The mid-term exam is coming soon, I've been playing for half a semester, I'm willing to review anyway, I'm just pretending, I'm going to start after the exam Parents' meeting, when the time comes, whether you want to change the report card or imitate the signature will not be fooled."

A drawn-out wailing sounded from below.

"What do you want me to say..." An He walked up to the podium and was about to say a few more words, when he suddenly found that the lamenting voice below had disappeared, and all the students looked at him with inexplicable expressions, and the front row was still stretched. He lifted his neck and looked up to the podium.

An He lowered his head and saw an envelope on the podium that had been wiped clean, with An He's personal letter written on it.

"For me?" An He picked up the envelope, the envelope was not glued, and when he opened the seal, he could see a neatly folded piece of pink letter paper inside.

His movements seemed casual and careless, but he was actually very careful. Although he thought that the freshman students would not set him up, but after all, he was hit on the head by a broom that fell from the sky when he entered the classroom door.

As soon as he picked up the envelope, people in the classroom started booing, laughing and shouting.

"Mr. An, open it!"

"Handsome guy, open it and have a look!"

"Confession—"

Seeing their reaction, An He estimated that there would be no traps, so he took the letter and wanted to put it in his pocket, and shouted again: "Look!"

An He took out the letter again, took out the letter paper and looked at it.

There is a line of words written with colored pens on the pink letter paper, which is similar to Zhang Lin's confession A4 paper, but the content is much hotter.

An He, I want to order you, from today on you are mine.

The handwriting is ugly, probably written by the left hand, and the strokes are a bit crooked.

An He raised his eyebrows and put the letter back into the envelope: "Thank you."

The students in the class were very excited and continued to yell without hesitation, and some boys were very loud.

"This is the end!"

"Boss, read it out and listen!"

"That's right, let us have a dry addiction—"

An He tapped on the blackboard back: "Be quiet, I rebelled against you."

The voice below was a little softer, An He put the letter in his pocket, he didn't know who wrote the letter, but probably he was the only one who didn't know.

"Do you want to read it?" An He raised his hand and looked at his watch, before school was over for 5 minutes, "Have you read all of them? The content is so domineering, it made me shiver."

"Response!" Zhang Lin, who was sitting in the last row, asked, and there was another excited echo from below.

"If you want to say who is who," An He smiled while crossing his arms: "You are all mine."

The classroom fell silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of screaming, with people slapping the table and stomping their feet.

"Okay, pack up your things and wait for school." An He stepped off the podium and walked straight to the door of the classroom. "I also have such enthusiasm for exam review. I think I can wake you up with a smile."

When An He returned to the gate of the community, it was just dark, and the security guard had finished eating and was standing in the sentry box. As soon as he saw his car, the security guard started to laugh.

An He drove the car to a stop one meter away from the card sensor, lowered the window, picked up a green fly swatter from the passenger seat, and shook it at the sensing area. up.

The security guard smiled and went to the window: "Mr. An, have you changed the beat?"

"Well, it turns out that one is broken." An He threw the fly swatter back to the passenger. The security guard smiled slightly. Since the last time he swiped the card and forgot to turn back and bumped into the sentry box, he stuck the parking card on the fly swatter and stretched it out. It's been several months since I went out to swipe the card, but this person is still happy to see him.

The parking spaces downstairs were almost full, so he drove around to the back of the building and parked the car.

His house is on the 12th floor, and he can vaguely see the lights when he looks up, which was turned on when he went out in the morning.

Turning on the light can make him feel more at ease when he opens the door to enter the house. The house is not big, with two bedrooms, but if the light is not turned on, he will still feel deserted when he comes back when it is dark.

An He has always called his house a "house" instead of a home. Although he thinks that "home" is the same, it still feels different.

"Teacher An is off work." The elevator door opened, and Auntie Cleaning came out with a mop and greeted him.

"Well, are you done?" An He smiled and entered the elevator.

"It's still a while, I'm alone today." Auntie sighed.

"You worked hard."

It's not yet eight o'clock, the time Lin Ruoxue gave him was ten o'clock, An He stood in the living room in a daze for 2 minutes, walked into the bedroom while undressing and lay down on the bed.

He slept until after nine o'clock before he took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

The most well-decorated place in this house is the bathroom. At the beginning, An He took a fancy to this house in a remote location because the bathroom was so big.

He turned on the hot water switch, opened the notebook next to the bathtub, and sat on the rocking chair in the bathroom, rocking gently. There were still a few days before heating, and it felt like the warmest place was the bathroom.

Not long after, the eyes were full of white mist.

An He stood up and took off his clothes, reached out to wipe off the mist on the mirror next to him, looked at his body in the mirror, tapped his chin lightly with his fingers, and followed his neck down to his chest and then down to his lower abdomen .

There were a lot of films stored in the notebook, An He casually ordered one and left it, stepped into the vat and slowly slid into the hot water.

There was a pair of external speakers next to the notebook, and moans came from the speakers, and the airtight bathroom was suddenly full of lust.

An He leaned in the bathtub with his head back, looking at the screen that was a little blurred by the heat, two men writhing entangled on the sofa, he slowly bent one leg, and touched it with his hand, There was a low sigh.

Circles of water ripples appeared on the steaming water surface, and the water ripples expanded in all directions, gradually becoming denser and denser.

The mobile phone thrown in the living room kept ringing, An He lazily wrapped in a thick bathrobe and went out to answer the phone.

"Brother, haven't you come out yet?" Lin Ruoxue's voice rushed out.

"Taking a bath." An He looked at the time, it was ten twenty, it took a long time to soak today.

"Have you finished washing?"

"I haven't eaten yet."

"Come over and eat again, hurry up, there are so many people on Singles' Day today, don't miss the taxi for a while!"

"I'll drive there, I don't drink." An He walked into the bedroom and turned on the air conditioner to blow warm air, looked at the closet, thinking about what to wear to go out.

"Don't fart with me," Lin Ruoxue said without thinking, "If you don't drink, don't come here, just keep soaking in your bathtub!"

Before An He could speak, the phone hung up.

An He smiled, took the clothes and put them on slowly.

He is already used to Lin Ruoxue's personality. The two of them have been very close since high school, and they have been in close contact until now. At the beginning, everyone thought they were in a relationship, until Lin Ruoxue came out arrogantly in college.

He still remembered his mother's disappointed expression when she heard that Lin Ruoxue came out.

An He went out 10 minutes later. It was very cold today, but there were more people on the street than usual. There were couples in pairs all over the street.

An He pulled up the zipper of his jacket and reached out to hail a taxi.

Twenty minutes passed without seeing an empty car, and he was a little depressed.Not to mention it's a bachelor's festival, where are there so many couples to join in the fun, do the bachelors have the nerve to go out when they are all in pairs...

After waving his hands for a long time, he finally got into a black car without air conditioning.

After talking about going to Boiling Point, the driver looked at him and smiled: "Dude, are you really a bachelor? Going to a bar to find a girl is not very reliable."

"Thank you." An He replied, turning his head to look out the window.

Boiling Point is one of the most popular bars in the city, and there will be performances every time there is a festival.

An He has no interest in acting, the purpose of his coming out is to get together with friends, to have a few fixed single friends.He is usually tense at work, and he can only relax a little when he is with these friends.

When An He entered the bar hall, the performance had already started for a while. The girls on the stage were very hot, their shirts had already been taken off, and they were working hard in their underwear. An He glanced a few times, and his eyes stayed on one leg long girl ass.

"You just stared blankly? Don't drool for a while, have you brought enough paper?" Lin Ruoxue's voice came from behind, and she slapped her on the butt.

An He turned his head, he hadn't seen Lin Ruoxue for almost two months, and this hot-tempered girl was much prettier: "Where is she?"

"Over there," Lin Ruoxue pointed to the opposite side of the field, "Today I specially called the manager and took up a table nearer."

An He followed her and walked towards the opposite side. As soon as he sat down, three empty glasses were placed in front of him.

"Anzi, you are so mean, we have several people waiting for you!" Liu Jiang shouted while pouring wine into the glass, and kept looking at the girl on the stage.

"Myself," An He wanted to take the wine bottle from his hand, "you should concentrate on watching, and don't pour it on my pants in a while."

"Stop coming!" Liu Jiang held on to the bottle, "I'll concentrate on serving you, and you can pour at most half a glass by yourself... That leg in the middle is so beautiful."

An He turned his head and took a look. Not only did he have long legs, but he also had good skin.

"Hurry up!" Lin Ruoxue patted him on the shoulder.

He turned back to pick up the cup, and Song Zhibin next to him pointed at him with a cigarette in his mouth: "Don't stop."

An He smiled, raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, the three glasses didn't stop much, they were all down, he put the glass on the table vigorously, frowning: "Give me some Eat, burn to death."

Liu Jiang took a plate of snacks and put them in front of him: "I haven't seen you lately, is someone taking care of you now? Male or female?"

"Then I still have to spend Singles' Day with you?" An He smiled, stuffed an apple pie into his mouth, and leaned back in his chair to watch the girls on stage getting less and less stripped.

The dark and chaotic lights, the intertwined figures on the stage, the laughter and screams around, the air mixed with the smell of smoke and perfume.

An He quietly held the cup and felt these, which made people tired but could stir up nerves all the time, going back and forth between excitement and exhaustion.

Lin Ruoxue and the others were playing dice, and she had already lost three times, but she was still shouting happily, shouting against Liu Jiang.

When Liu Jiang called out 12 6s, An He flicked Lin Ruoxue's hand holding the dice: "Go, he doesn't have 6s, not a single one."

"Open!" Lin Ruoxue opened the dice cup and smashed it on the table, she got a 6.

A few people opened the dice cup, and there were no 6s in Liu Jiang's place. The six plus one on the table made seven 7s. Lin Ruoxue laughed loudly and pointed at him: "Drink!"

"Uncle Anhe..." Liu Jiang took a glass of wine and drank it, "Go ahead, let's fight it out."

Angel pulled the collar of his shirt, and was about to take Lin Ruoxue's dice cup when he suddenly heard the music that had been loud all the time stop, and a string of guitar sounds came out.

The sound sounded like heaven in An He's ears, who had been smashed like a boulder in his chest by the explosive music all night.

He turned his head and saw that there was an extra drum kit on the stage at some point. Several people were standing on the stage, and the one with the guitar on his back plucked the strings from time to time. When they all stood up, people around them began to scream. .

"Hi everyone, we are bird people," said the person standing in the middle into the microphone, amidst screams and applause, "Happy Singles' Day to everyone, continue with companions, work hard without companions .”

Birdman?An He felt that he probably didn't hear clearly.

"It's so early today! It's not even 12 o'clock yet!" Lin Ruoxue took out her bag and leaned into An He's ear and shouted, "Look at their drummer!"

"Drummer?" An He looked over to the stage, and there was a person standing in the shadow behind the drum kit, all he could see was the person's long hair and a black mask that covered half of his face, and the tight skin on his legs Pants and black leather boots, "Female? Can't see clearly."

"Use this." Lin Ruoxue took out something from her bag and handed it to him.

It was a small telescope. An He was a little speechless, but he picked it up and took a look.

When he aimed the lens barrel at the man, the man just leaned forward and appeared clearly in front of An He.

Really female?

Flat bangs, black long straight.

Beautiful eyes and a straight nose that are not covered by the mask.

As the guitar sounded again, the drumstick was slightly thrown up, and fell back into her hand after two circles in the air, and then hit the first drumbeat.

Handsome!

An He yelled softly in his heart, it had been a long time since he had this feeling of being attracted by a girl and unable to look away.