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The author has something to say: Into the V notice

This article will be entered into V tomorrow, and there will be an update of [-] words at that time, so stay tuned.

Thank you for following up and leaving comments, I have read every one, and I will work hard to carve out better words and present them to everyone.

Yours sincerely.

As for the chorus competition, because of Wen Yu's sudden business trip, something went wrong.

He was sitting in the class before, and the seventh class was quite high from the rehearsal state to the mental outlook, and the whole class had a sense of cohesion and a sense of progress.

However, the business trip was decided suddenly, which happened to be the same day as the competition day of the art festival.

When Wen Yu went to help convey the entrustment, a group of children were stunned, and even looked a little depressed.

"It was really sudden...but Mr. Wen's business trip is also to prepare for the third year of high school exams in advance." Wen Yu tried his best to calm their emotions: "If Mr. Wen sees you winning a big battle when he comes back, he must also Would be very fun, right?"

The students looked at each other in blank dismay, and began to cheer each other up again.

"Today is the game, come on, come on!"

"It's okay if Teacher Wen isn't here, we practiced well!"

Although Wen Yu was one of the judges, he still tried his best to accompany the whole process, and he was relieved until the last song of Class Seven was sung.

He could feel that the reason why the students worked hard to sing and compete seriously was because they all liked to smell the teacher.

They respect and like this class teacher so much that they want to hold all the trophies in front of him.

On the day of the competition, the auditorium was full of people, and many parents were invited to watch.

Wen Yu sat in the first row of judges' seats, enthusiastically encouraging every student in Class Seven with a smile.

While smiling, he was thinking, just between teachers and students, such an abrupt parting for a few days seems to make people feel that something is missing.

How did Wen Yu spend the years when he left Beijing?

The results of the competition came down on the same day. Class [-] took the second place in the school, and the results were quite good.

Wen Yu deliberately got stuck in the process, first handed over the certificate and silver trophy to the class committee, and saved the bonus in the envelope until the day Wen Yu came back.

He didn't pay much attention to his feelings before, and it wasn't until he had a breakdown in the parking lot of the detention center that he seemed to officially allow himself to think about him.

At 09:30 on Tuesday morning, the plane officially landed, and a group of people went straight to work.

When Wen Yu left the office, he looked at the schedule again and again.

Wen Yu has no classes in the afternoon.

He walked through the corridor in the posture of a teacher, nodded to the students who were chasing and running, and walked all the way to the place where the secret lover was.

There was a nervousness in my heart like a public foul.

Now it's like falling in love in front of a group of teachers.

Before I had time to knock on the door when I entered, there were already noisy conversations inside.

Several teachers were sharing their experiences in it, and some students were reciting books anxiously, wringing their hands, and jumping out English words intermittently.

Wen Yu blinked, and looked at the door for several seconds before finding a certain math teacher who was overwhelmed by homework papers.

Wen Yu didn't even notice that he was coming.

Although the two-week business trip has a teacher to substitute for the class, the backlog of work is like an avalanche.

His hands are correcting homework, his eyes are looking at the test paper, his ears are listening to the director's chanting, and he has to respond to a colleague's inquiry from time to time.

Wen Yu originally thought of two or three excuses to explain why he came here, but now he found a stool and sat next to Wen Yu's desk, and naturally greeted the others.

Wen Yu thinks of tenderness and itching these days, wishing he could pull him into his arms and give him a good kiss, but when he comes back, he is full of work at hand, and only takes time to look at him when he is turning over the papers.

I'm sorry.

Seeing him like this, Wen Yu wanted to laugh, and reached out for a red pen to see if there was any ink.

"Does the math group allow other teachers to help correct papers?"

Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and gave him a small stack of the three stacks of books in front of him: "Please, let's have dinner together later."

Wen Yu took out the answers and glanced at them, and changed his homework after a long absence.

Some teachers will hand out the answers directly, leaving most of the work to the students.Sometimes a math class representative is too busy to help correct the papers, and then asks two or three to top it off.

Wen Yu had his own insistence, so he didn't ask much.

The test papers and exercise books were stacked from the desktop to the shelf, and the two of them spent a long time revising them, and they didn't even bother to say a few words.

As the saying goes, a small farewell is better than a newlywed, but who would have thought that being a little farewell would be better than working overtime here.

Before Wen Yu met Wen Yu again, he felt that he had been abstinent for many years, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he could become a monk at any time.

As soon as he sat next to this person, he could feel the restlessness and call of hormones.

All the craving came back, leaving him parched.

Wake up, this is school.

He despised himself for a few seconds, packed himself up and wanted to concentrate on changing the question.

During the period, teachers from other grades came to visit and saw a stranger busy correcting papers, and asked curiously: "Your grade has recruited a new math teacher? He looks good."

Director Chen smiled and drank tea beside him: "What, this is also a high-achieving student who went out from our No. [-] Middle School, and now he is back to teach music."

Good teachers like Wen and Wen who love their alma mater should be highly praised.

This is a virtuous circle in the education field. Good students eventually become good teachers and teach more good students!

Wen Yu listened to their chat for a while and then focused on it. Originally, she only helped to correct the multiple choice questions, but later she simply changed the geometric formulas as well.

He has very sharp eyes, and when he sees someone who wants to get away with it, he will circle it and put a question mark next to it.

A certain person's math grades can gradually go from collapse to pass, and even help him to secure the No.2 position in the class in the middle and later stages, all thanks to Teacher Xiaowen watching all the way.

When Mr. Wen was 17 years old, at first glance, he was not good at hugging and cuddling, but when he talked about the topic, he was serious and sensitive, and he didn't give a little bit of empathy.

Wen Yu's temperament that is afraid of trouble and loves to be coquettish, he was treated properly in a daze.

Whenever he begged not to write, he would be taken aside and kissed if he could figure out whether this question would work tomorrow.

When the boy kissed him, he would bite lightly and hard, which made him so defensive that he lost his mind and lost his mind, and then pushed him back to continue working on the problem.

"Start from here to deduce it from the beginning, and I will accompany you to figure it out."

Wen Yuxi took a miserable look at him, and was pinched again.

"You are eating my tofu..."

"Well, it feels good." Wen Yu circled him, holding hands and teaching step by step: "The auxiliary line starts to be drawn from here, don't feel troublesome, take your time..."

With his astonishing patience and persistence, even if he has a sheep at home, he can silently write trigonometric calculations with his hooves.

Wen Yu was also idle fishing in his office, and coming to help correct the papers was also considered a different kind of pastime.

He quickly corrected more than 40 copies, stopped halfway and took a closer look at the penultimate question stem, frowned and hummed.

"Corrected wrong?"

"How could the answer here be square root two?" Wen Yu held the test paper in front of him: "You see, the conditions have already been stated..."

Wen Yu was still revising the exercise booklet, looked up at the questions in his hand, and took out a piece of draft paper to do the calculations for him to read.

"You still tend to forget to count the first item... If there is a trap in the title, just jump into it."

"No, the answer should be the square root of five." Wen Yu showed him the calculation seriously on the scratch paper: "I've been doing this for so many years and still don't know how to calculate this."

A few students from Class [-] came to receive the notice, and they happened to meet the two of them giving a lecture.

They looked at the office door quietly, as if they had encountered some miracle by chance.

Wen Yu was so stupid that he reached out for the pen holder and tapped his head: "Why don't you understand? You can do the math again."

Wen Yu stretched out her hand to protect her head: "Please, how many years have I been out of high school!"

The class monitor saw half of it, and looked at the class representative with a stiff expression: "I remember that Mr. Wen is a music teacher, right?"

The class representative was rubbing his eyes: "Did we go to the wrong office?"

Wen Yu stared at Wen Yu doing the questions, and saw them in the gap: "The notice is on the shelf under Chlorophytum, you can just take it."

"Okay, good bye, teacher!"

The class representative took the notice and withdrew it, and glanced back quietly.

...Who would believe this? Our homeroom teacher is teaching the music teacher to do math problems, and if he can't do it, he is not allowed to leave.

Mr. Wen must be a pervert.

Wen Yu followed him for a whole afternoon, and was called back to hold a group meeting by his colleagues at the end of the day.

Wen Yu expressed reluctance: "I still have two stacks of weekly quizzes..."

Wen Yu smiled and punched him: "Fuck you."

He slipped back to his office, and his colleague was blowing slowly with a cup of coffee.

"The leader has already left. It's not a big deal. I just ask us to help take care of the club activities in the future. If we can guide, we can guide and write a report from time to time."

Beijing still focuses on promoting quality education. Students in many schools can decide whether to study in the evening according to their own wishes, and many people leave school at 05:30.

The No. [-] Middle School specially arranges to give ample club time every Thursday. French class, Japanese class, painting and writing have everything, and many boys play basketball together in groups, and they can still get full comprehensive practice points.

Many of the children who come here to study are from wealthy backgrounds, and they directly formed a chamber music club, playing piano trio and violin quartet from time to time, just as a ticket.

"By the way, I still have a form here, it's very troublesome to make it..."

"Leave it to me, Sister Su. You can rest for a while."

Wen Yu returned to her work station and got busy, with ACDC's "Highway to Hell" playing in her earphones, and she threw her phone aside for the time being.

Wen Yu on the other end finally cleared all the accumulated things and sent a message asking him to come out.

[If I Smell]: Cat Probe.jpg

[If I smell it]: Teacher Wen~~

Three to ten minutes after the news was sent, nothing happened.

Teacher Wen went back to the class to scan the discipline, and slipped to the music classroom by familiarity.

no one.

He glanced at the teacher group to see if anyone called him, and then continued to sneak to the music office.

The man felt regretful as he turned towards the remote part of the teaching building.

It's very convenient for Wen Yu to come and find him, he can even order some homework for him to correct every day, and the two of them blatantly stick together in the office for a while.

The problem is that he went to Wen Yu, what can he do to help?Dust the piano?

Wen Yu came to the door of the office and knocked on the door very reservedly.

"Please come in."

The female teacher was applying a facial mask, she was not afraid to see him coming, she smiled and said, "What's the matter, Teacher Wen?"

Wen Yu couldn't think of an excuse for a while, so he got stuck: "I'm looking for Mr. Wen... He left something with me."

Only then did Wen Yu raise his head, and hastily saved the form and went out to meet him.

"I'm just about to get off work, let's go out and talk."

The two walked out together with the bell ringing after school, and a flock of pigeons flew low over the playground.

Wen Yu walked away for a while, then whispered, "Long time no see, I want to hold hands."

"Don't take any risks." Wen Yu's mind is still clear: "There are colleagues and students around at any time, do you want to be in the newspaper tomorrow?"

Wen Yu became even more depressed, and let out a hum.

"I'll walk you home?"

Wen Yu shook his head again: "No way, I can't take this risk for the time being."

Wen Yu finally thought of a suitable place: "The men's room——"

"Wear. Teacher. Teacher." Wen Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Stop it, accompany me to the canteen, I want to pick a grapefruit."

The identity of homosexuality is hidden from view most of the time.

Even if it is a couple of heterosexual teachers, they should not be too intimate in school, otherwise they may attract earnest conversations from the leaders.

"When the kids in high school are in their first love, you can do whatever you want in private, don't do this in front of them..."

It's as if the teachers will feel self-conscious if they don't hold hands with the students.

Wen Yu walked neither near nor far from him, as if separated by an invisible railing.

The owner of the canteen was watching flies in front of the fruit stand, when he saw them coming, he greeted them twice: "The new red pomelo, not sweet and free of money!"

Wen Yu came to see him with great interest at first, but only after seeing him did he realize that this is no good and that is no good, too close to him will attract attention in school, and now he is a little sluggish.

Wen Yu asked him what he would like to eat, but he just shook his head.

This is actually very interesting.

When Wen Yu was depressed and collapsed, he was like a personal life mentor, he could follow and guide everything.

Let's say that Wen Yu is a mature person, but because he can't hold hands for a walk in public, he will act like a child and feel lost.

Wen Yu took out her campus card to pay the bill, and walked out with a bag full of fruits.

"Buy so much, I'll give you another box of little cherry tomatoes, try it!" The boss reached out to stop him, and took a strong plastic bag to cover it outside: "This is safe."

Wen Yu smiled and thanked: "Thank you for taking care of me, I will come often in the future."

Wen Yu stayed outside, seeing that he had finished shopping, he reached out to take it for him.

Wen Yu looked at him and shook his head.

"I'll give you half."

He let go of his fingers, revealing the other handle of the plastic bag.

"You mention here."

In fact, two grown men don't have to work together to carry a bag of fruit.

Wen Yu was suspicious for a moment, and didn't react until he saw him smiling and blinking.

"it is good."

After walking a few steps, Wen Yu seemed to be appeased, but also seemed to be angry.

"Does that count?"

Wen Yu smelled the fragrance of grapefruit and was in a good mood right now.

"Do you wish to count?"

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing.

It's also thanks to him that he bought three or four people's portions in one go, so he couldn't finish it.

Each of them led by one ear of the plastic bag and walked across the playground.

Like a flock of birds returning south after autumn, the students spread out talking and laughing, flocking to different exits.

At this moment, the sun was setting, and the light of evening poured out.

The two youths walked among the crowd, blending in just right.

Like holding hands, the body temperature is very close.