Teacher Xiaoshan's love, love

"Xiaofeng, your teacher is calling."

"I'll come right away-!!!" Ouyang Zilan dropped the game console, opened the door and rushed downstairs--

result--

"It's already hung up." Dad said so.

Why why, why can't you just wait for me for a minute! ! !Ouyang Zilan grabbed her hair and danced wildly, instantly transforming into a non-mainstream boy who killed Matt.

"Xiaofeng, you haven't had your hair cut in a month, go and have it done in the afternoon. The wife of the barber shop said that I miss you very much after not seeing you for a month." Ouyang's father calmly flipped through the pages of the newspaper.

Ouyang Zilan turned to look at his dear father: "Dad, my name is not Xiaofeng."

"Really? But every time I want to call you Xiaolan, I think of Ji Xiaolan. That sense of substitution is too strong, and I really can't afford to hurt you."

Ouyang Zilan: "..." Why didn't you think of it when you chose the name?

Ouyang's mother came out of the kitchen with sweet and sour pork ribs, and the steaming scent wafted into Ouyang Zilan's nose, and the stimulated saliva slightly soothed his wounded heart: "Mom, this sweet and sour pork ribs The best!"

Ouyang's mother patted off her child's unhygienic behavior with one hand, as if admonishing a kindergarten child: "Go wash your hands before eating!"

With lingering fear in her heart, Ouyang Zilan withdrew her hand, took a small step forward, turned around suddenly, and took advantage of Ouyang's mother not responding, quickly scooped up the ribs, which was so hot that it was thrown away, and then picked it up with a probe, and the ribs went into her mouth properly Here, shouting hot while sneaking into the bathroom before my mother's invincible kick came over.Chewing the ribs in his mouth, he stretched out his hand to turn on the faucet, wet his hands, applied hand sanitizer, washed his hands carefully, and wiped them clean.When it came out, a piece of bone was chewed clean, and it was spit into the cardboard box folded by Ouyang's mother.

"It's delicious!" Sighed contentedly, he picked up the soup that Ouyang's mother made for him and drank it in one gulp, then grabbed the chopsticks, took a few mouthfuls of rice, and began to eat with relish.

Wow, happy little days~!If only teachers could eat such delicious food!Ouyang Zilan was biting sweet and sour pork ribs, thinking sweetly.

"By the way, the teacher called, did you say you missed me?"

Mom squinted at him: "Do you think it's possible?"

Dad was heartbroken: "The teacher said that you only scored 17 in mathematics in the midterm exam, and you will have to go to tutoring every weekend from now on!"

This weekend tutoring activity has actually been going on for almost a semester.Just when Ouyang Zilan opened her mouth and was about to laugh, she caught a glimpse of the parent's uneasy expression, and coughed twice: "I will work hard."

Ouyang's mother patted the table with a look of resentment: "Why don't I just chase after someone? How many times has this been the first time for you? Huh? You're not efficient, boy!"

Ouyang's father took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth: "Why don't you change the plan? Teacher Fang doesn't seem like a romantic person, maybe it would be better to be straightforward?" He suggested seriously.

While clearing the table, Ouyang's mother agreed and said, "That's right, every time you get such a low score in the test, your impression value will drop directly. Maybe when you hear someone call you stupid, you will immediately think of you." Thinking of the current kindergarten The children opened and closed their mouths like idiots and idiots, and they felt that this plan was really bad.

As soon as the table was wiped, Ouyang Zilan propped her chin with one hand, tilted her head and thought for a while, then laughed staggeringly: "This is not bad."

Ouyang's father spurned him directly: "No prospect!"

Ouyang's mother entered the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks in her hands, before she had time to express her opinion.

"Tutoring on weekends." Ouyang Zilan couldn't help but start thinking about it again.

Ouyang's father watched and shook his head, it was hopeless. ?