The school grass I taught became my fanboy

He was a small boy with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a square-shaped face.

After reading it, Yu Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little pity.

He breathed a sigh of relief because he didn't know how to explain his sudden departure, and felt that it was a pity that when he heard the familiar name Song Jingshui, he thought it was the child with a bad temper.

I really miss it.

Seeing that Song Jingshui was not the one he knew, Yu Cheng turned and left.

I didn't hear it, the student's eyes were red, and he yelled at the instructor a little bit unconvinced, "I'm just a messenger! Why punish me! Are you upset that you didn't punish Coach Song Jingshui?"

Three minutes ago, Song Jingshui was called to the galloping playground by the instructor.

The instructor looked at him with no expression and a cold look, which made him feel uncomfortable.

What's the matter, just pretend to be a fart if you are handsome, right?

The instructor looked more and more angry, and just wanted to tell him to run five or six laps around the playground.

Unexpectedly, someone already knew that the instructor punished the freshman without reason, and it was the handsome and outstanding Song Jingshui who was punished physically.

A girl hurriedly went to the instructor, and the instructor called another boy to bring Song Jingshui back.

So what Yu Cheng saw was the boy appointed by the instructor, not the real Song Jingshui. Song Jingshui was talking to the instructor in the first teaching now.

When Yu Cheng returned to the dormitory, he looked suspicious in their eyes, "Are you all short-sighted? See people with their own beauty filters?"

Fang Ming was addicted to playing games and did not speak.

Tian Yao was making the enrollment form for new students, and he didn't realize it for a while, so he responded with a confused "ah"?

Zhu Xiaohui pushed up his glasses, with a serious face, "I'm nearsighted, but I wear glasses."

The implication is to be able to see people clearly.

Yu Cheng didn't bother to complain about Song Jingshui, a freshman at the [school level] and [male god appeared] they talked about.

Seriously, Yu Cheng took a look in the mirror beside him, how could he be more handsome?

The person in the mirror has fair and delicate skin, lighter hair, a delicate and handsome face, and clear eyes.

Enough of admiration, Yu Cheng returned to his bed, and said to Fang Ming, "Come and play a few games, Xiao Ming will take me flying."

Fang Ming's tone was brisk, and he said bluntly, "Okay! I'll pull you, old Yu."

After eight o'clock in the evening, Tian Yao finished the form, stood up and stretched his body, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, brothers, mess up the old man's class tomorrow!"

Zhu Xiaohui looked at him puzzled, "We know, so what's the matter?"

"That old man left homework, did you do it?"

Fang Ming, who was looking at the game screen, raised his head instantly, "It's over, I didn't do it."

Zhu Xiaohui also frowned and scratched his head, "I forgot too."

Not to mention Tian Yao.

Finishing the class is like letting go of yourself, not to mention remembering what homework to keep.

Everyone turned their attention to Yu Cheng, with pitiful eyes, like a stray puppy begging for help.

Yu Cheng didn't even raise his head. Once the room was silent, he knew that everyone was looking at him.

"Brother Yu? Have you done your homework?"

His slender fingers pointed at the screen, and he lazily raised his lower eyelids, "I did."

"Can you show us?" Tian Yao flattered.

Yu Cheng found a notebook from the bookshelf and put it on the table. I wrote everything about the process, so you should be able to understand it at a glance.

The three people took it over and it was a pass of research.

After 5 minutes, the three of them were stunned because they didn't study and understand, and each of them understood the method one by one, which gave Yu Cheng a headache.

Yu Cheng really couldn't stand the three little idiots arguing with each other. The problem was that the dispute was fine, but the issues and directions of each dispute were wrong.

Yu Cheng got out of bed, took a stool and sat beside them.

Two minutes later, after talking about it roughly, Yu Cheng watched them frown.

"Understand?"

Except for Zhu Xiaohui who understood a little bit, the other two shook their heads in bewilderment, "Boss Yu, please elaborate."

Five minutes later, the two still didn't understand much.

While wailing, I still lamented why the teaching was so profound, even more difficult to understand than the bad old man's, and I still didn't understand it twice.

"Most people don't understand what you're talking about." Fang Ming looked at the notebook in his hand and remained silent.

Tian Yao followed suit and nodded.

Yu Cheng wasn't angry either. He took a sip of water and said calmly, "No, I was a tutor when I was a freshman in high school. After teaching for a year and a half, that kid ranked first in the school every time."

Zhu Xiaohui looked at him in surprise, "Really?"

Tian Yao raised his head and sighed, "How did you tell him?"

Fang Ming put the phone on the table, "Either you told that child several times, or that child is very smart."

Yu Cheng rubbed his nose, "I only explain each definition once, and it's over with an example."

"???" Only once?

Everyone hadn't slowed down yet, and Yu Chengyu was not surprised, "His task is to brush up the questions, at least three sets of questions for each subject every day."

Yu Cheng remembered that the papers he bought for that child must have cost thousands of dollars, and he bought them by the bag, and the child became numb after being shocked at the beginning.

"Then you just watch from the side?"

Yu Cheng shook his head seriously, "I'll watch beside him, and when I'm tired of watching, I'll play games..."

Can the tutor still play games?Three people are puzzled.

"watching TV."

Three people: "..."

"Eat pizza and drink milk tea in front of him." Yu Cheng continued.

Three people: "..." He is also a ruthless person.They even had reason to suspect that becoming a top student was entirely the child's self-reliance.

"By the way, the kid I teach is also called Song Jingshui." Yu Cheng said softly.

Now the three people in the dormitory couldn't sit still, and they all turned into curious babies.

"I went to see Song Jingshui, the grade-jumping school girl you are talking about. He looks far different from the little kid I used to know."

The next afternoon.

The last day of the freshman military training ended early, Song Jingshui wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a few sips of water, and the sexy Adam's apple on his white neck rolled up and down.

Song Jingshui threw the empty water level into the trash can, and was about to turn around and go back to the dormitory when he saw a very familiar person.

It was the person he had dreamed about countless times...

Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng took the book and went to a class with a few people in the dormitory. The old man couldn't be late for class.

Just when he was about to enter the teaching building, he suddenly felt a chill down his back, a feeling of being stared at.

But when I think about it, it's impossible. Why stare at him?

Yu Cheng didn't look back, but walked straight into the teaching building.

Song Jingshui's eyes were low, and he also walked into the first teaching building.

As soon as he entered the first floor, a girl asked him for his contact information. Song Jingshui looked at the girl calmly, "Do you know Yu Cheng?"

"Yes, we are in the same profession."

"Can you send me your major's curriculum?"

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and some of the people in the room left. Because there was still a second class to go, others didn't leave.

The teacher also left the classroom.

Yu Cheng was leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone. He didn't notice a boy in blue loose short-sleeved approaching at all. The boy's eyes were fixed on Yu Cheng.

The other girls saw the school girl Song Jingshui walk in, their hearts were pounding, and they almost didn't cry out.

The boy walked to his desk and tapped his table with his index finger.

This attracted Yu Cheng's attention, and when Yu Cheng just raised his head, most of the light in front of him was instantly blocked.

The boy bent down, lowered his head, and leaned on the front and back tables with both arms, firmly blocking Yu Cheng inside.

The faces of the two were very close.

Yu Cheng stared at the handsome face in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

"Student, what are you doing so close to me?" Yu Cheng's voice was indifferent, and his tone was very displeased.

Song Jingshui's eyes were smiling, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, his voice was loose but somewhat wild.

"Long time no see, brother—"

"I miss you."

Yu Cheng's heart trembled slightly, his eyes widened slightly, his face full of disbelief.