How to raise the president

An Ziyu: "..."

The so-called money can make ghosts go round, probably like President Fang, if there is something he doesn't want to do by himself, he throws away the money.

Seeing that An Ziyu was still hesitant, Fang Youyi brazenly acted like a baby to him.

"Ziyu, I just want to stay with you, isn't that okay?" Fang Youyi lowered his eyelids, looking extremely pitiful and wronged, like an abandoned animal.

An Ziyu really couldn't stand President Fang's trick, and his heart softened, so he sighed, nodded, poked Fang Youyi's shoulder with his index finger, and said with a helpless smile, "Oh, who told you that you are my wife?" 'What? But there's no next time, you hear me?"

"it is good."

……

Shanghua City is a bit far from Puchang Town, and it was very tiring to take the bus. The bumps along the way made our skeletons sore, and almost all the people in the car fell asleep leaning on each other.

An Ziyu nestled in Fang Youyi's arms, like a kitten, even breathing lightly.

The soft snoring sound was like a feather, slowly falling on Fang Youyi's heart.

Looking at An Ziyu who was snoozing like a cat in his arms, Fang Youyi really liked him so much that he couldn't help lowering his head and kissing An Ziyu's forehead.

When he raised his eyes again, he found that Ying Chen had been looking at this side.

Fang Youyi narrowed his eyes dangerously, met Ying Chen's eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth, and mouthed to Ying Chen: "Mine." After speaking, he chuckled.

Ying Chen snorted hard and turned his head away.

Fang Youyi's inner desire to win and lose instantly exploded.

Three hours later, the bus arrived at Puchang Town smoothly.

Fang Youyi woke An Ziyu up, and when An Ziyu opened his eyes, he yawned, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Are you there yet?"

Fang Youyi rubbed his head and said, "We're here, get out of the car."

An Ziyu said hello, and led Fang Youyi out of the car.

The first thing to do when you get off the bus is to allocate a dormitory. Generally speaking, male to male, female to female, and then draw lots.

But, Tan Xi didn't even think about it, and cut through the mess quickly, and directly allocated An Ziyu and Fang Youyi to the same dormitory. For the rest of the lottery, the extra ones would either squeeze into a dormitory or have their own dormitory.

Fang Youyi gave Miss Qin a thumbs up: High, really high!Well done, well done!

After Miss Tan finished this important task, the others began to draw lots to allocate dormitories. After the dormitories were allocated, they moved their luggage to store their things one after another. After moving their things, they began to draw lots for teaching subjects.

After everything was ready, Tan Xi led the team to the auditorium for the rehearsal of the opening ceremony.

On the first day of the Three Going to the Countryside, this team will conduct the opening ceremony. After the opening ceremony, the students they teach will conduct the closing ceremony.

A beginning, an end.

Those who come are responsible for the beginning, those who stay are responsible for the end, and the last is parting.

What is left is mutual concern, which may be forgotten after many years, but you can still recognize it at a glance after meeting each other.

Their students would say, "This is the teacher who taught me."

Their teachers would say, "This is the first group of students I ever taught."

……

An Ziyu felt happy just thinking about it, and he worked very hard when performing sketches.

Looking at the dark, innocent faces in the audience, An Ziyu thought of his little friends who used to live together in the orphanage. Although 16 years had passed and we basically had no contact with each other, he still remembered everyone's childhood appearance.

There are dark, innocent faces, and the face of a little adult...

Little adults?

An Ziyu's whole body shook violently, he stopped performing, and the audience suddenly fell silent, everyone was looking at him.

There was a stabbing sound in the brain, and it hurt.

Something in the depths of the memory seemed to be suddenly dug out, it seemed to be from a long, long time ago, it seemed that he knew it, it seemed that he liked it very much, a person...

Small suit, red bow tie, that white face, and that pair of blurry, immature eyes...

He knew it, he really knew it, but he couldn't remember it.

Who is it? It keeps appearing in his mind, in his usual memories, and in his dreams at night.

An Ziyu's eye sockets were red for some reason, tears were rolling in his eye sockets, but he stubbornly refused to fall.

He really forgot who, who was very important, but he really really couldn't remember at all.

There was silence in the audience, Yaque was silent, the leader of Puchang Primary School was still sitting in the front row, and those innocent children stared at him blankly, not knowing why.

Tan Xi also panicked, and went to call An Ziyu, but An Ziyu seemed to be in his own world, unable to hear anyone's voice, and he didn't respond even when Li Geng, his partner, stabbed him.

Knowing that Fang Youyi in the audience ran to the edge of the stage, he called out, "Zi Yu!"

An Ziyu slowly came back to his senses, turned his head, and looked into Fang Youyi's deep eyes.

He smiled, with tears still on his eyelashes, and whispered, "Is that you?"

Fang Youyi was stunned for a moment, and said "ah" in doubt, but he didn't hear clearly.

An Ziyu quickly adjusted his state, turned his head to look at the flustered Li Geng: "Let's continue."

Li Geng's whole body was relaxed, and he gave him a warning look: "Concentrate on it, don't let what happened just now happen."

An Ziyu nodded, took a deep breath, and continued to perform the sketch.

Fortunately, the second half of the performance went smoothly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After singing the team song "Angel", they all called a curtain call.

The children were all laughing, laughing happily, and some said loudly in the audience: "Teacher, welcome!"

"Teacher, I look forward to getting to know you!"

"Teacher, look at me!"

"teacher……"

An Ziyu stepped off the stage and hurried through the crowd, his eyes eagerly looking for Fang Youyi's figure.

No!

There is no lounge, nor is there an empty classroom next to it...

An Ziyu was so anxious that he was on the verge of crying, until he heard the familiar "Zi Yu", he calmed down, as if he had taken a reassurance, the whole world was empty, white, and very quiet.

All he could hear was a series of familiar footsteps behind him.

An Ziyu's fist loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, he bit his lip and turned around, hugging the person behind him.

After Fang Youyi didn't react for a while, he took a step back, hurriedly hugged the person in, and stabilized his heels.

"What's wrong?" Fang Youyi asked worriedly, stroking An Ziyu's back.

An Ziyu hugged Fang Youyi tightly, crying and laughing for a while, his lips trembled a little, and his voice trembled a little: "Did I forget you? Little brother..."