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When Wen Yu woke up, he had an extra coat on his body.

When he opened his eyes, he recognized who the clothes belonged to by his breath, and called Brother Yu in a hoarse voice.

The lights in the conference room were not turned on, and the man sat in the dark and watched over him for an unknown amount of time, and it took a long time before he responded.

Wen Yu was still in a dream and was not fully awake. His arms were numb and painful from sleep, and he sat up with difficulty.

The big, warm coat feels like a hug.

He wanted to hug him more at times like this.

Wen Yu didn't know what kind of mood Wen Yu would be waiting here, he lowered his head and took the coat off his shoulders, and hugged it in his arms in front of the man.

He wanted to tell him that I dreamed about the moment when I had chickenpox.

At that time, the teacher lied to you, told you that I had transferred to another school, and almost drove you crazy.

But you said it was a coincidence, I really disappeared one day later.

Brother Yu, did you go to the courtyard to look for me afterwards?

He held the coat for a long time without letting go.

Wen Yu pressed the button to turn on the light, and asked plainly, "You don't have a fever, do you?"

Wen Yu shook his head.

If it was before, he wouldn't ask him at all, he would just reach out and find out.

Wen Yu sat not far away and pushed the note on the table to him.

"Here is the time and place of the meeting in the next few days, and I will also be there."

Wen Yu took the note and realized something.

He started to feel his eyes burning again.

"I... don't need to add your WeChat?"

Wen Yu smiled and did not explain.

He responded bluntly, returned the coat to him, picked up the note and stumbled to his feet.

"I'm a little tired today, I'll go home and sleep, thank you, Teacher Wen."

Wen Yu watched him disappear without saying a word.

According to common sense, after breaking up, you should not see each other again.

However, due to the overlapping of duties, the number of their meetings has been increasing recently.

All because of the upcoming multi-school spring exchange meeting.

Many colleges and universities in Beijing often discuss and interact with each other, and contact with each other from time to time like brotherly schools.

During this period, there will be exchange student experiences, and there will also be activities such as mathematics and science competitions, liberal arts knowledge competitions, spring outings around the mountains, and cultural performances.

This time, four students from Class [-] signed up for different programs, and among them, Qian Ju participated in the multi-school choir.

Wen Yu and Qian Ju are very familiar with each other now, and sometimes they would sneak to the school next door to watch their rehearsal together.

Qian Ju has a cheerful personality and gets along well with everyone, and he really found the gypsy book he asked about last semester.

The notebook is heavier than Wen Yu expected, about two knuckles thick.

After several months of tossing and turning, this loose-leaf book was stuffed with students of different grades, and it contained everything.

"Can I... borrow it home to have a look?"

Qian Ju readily agreed: "I told you to return it tomorrow afternoon, as long as you don't break it."

Wen Yu dug out a large box of apple candy from the office and gave it to her: "Thank you!"

After returning home, he carefully turned the book over.

It's really a physical BBS.

Students use plastic cards of different colors to separate the areas, pink, green, blue, and white. There are four areas in total.

[Graffiti Creation][Teacher Zone][Confessions and Gossip][Miscellaneous]

Wen Yu casually flipped through a few pages, feeling how good it is to be young.

As a teenager, it seems that there are endless things to write.

There are a lot of short poems and novels stuffed in the creation area, some of which can be seen as transcriptions, and many lyrics are also mixed in.

There are also many four-panel comics and doujin graffiti, drawn on loose-leaf paper with different background colors, either young or sophisticated.

He looked over one by one, and then turned to the teacher's section.

I don't know who started to use Polaroid first, but there are quite a lot of photos in this section, as if they are covered with small cards.

It really contains the angle of a certain teacher's bald head, the moment when a certain teacher picks her nose, and the LOGO of a certain teacher's powder pad when she touches up her makeup.

The students complained in all kinds of ways, some seriously appraised the quality of the lectures in the front, and gossiped after chatting.

Wen Yu was not in a hurry to read the gossip, but went to the individual pages of each teacher first.

These little guys also seem to be from station sisters. Several teachers were photographed very well, and 1.6 meters can be photographed as 1.8 meters.

He paused, and his fingertips rested on Wen Yu's face.

I should also buy a Polaroid.

Come to think of it, I don't even have a picture of him.

Wen Yu only remembered this matter after breaking up, and felt deeply regretful.

Wen Yu is so photogenic that the students dedicated several pages to post his photos.

A few of them are the side faces of him meditating or smoking alone, and more are specific moments when he is in class or meeting.

Once the black and white filter is used, Wen Yu has a bit more 90s Hong Kong style.

He has deep facial features and heroic brows. Even though he sometimes smiles wickedly, he still has the deep temperament of a teacher.

Several photos were taken no less than magazine covers, so that there were exaggerated confessions of various ballpoint pens and pens under the photos.

[Wen teacher is so fucking handsome ah ah ah]

[Could I fail math because my math teacher is bald? ? ]

[One middle school and four old masters can't do that! ! !It's too hasty! ! ]

[Frown, this one can be confronted head-on with Chief Lu!Apply for ROC PARO! ]

[Weakly ask for the page numbers of the four beauties qwq]

Wen Yu was a little baffled when he saw it, he found different page numbers in the detailed comments, jumped around in different pages like hyperlinks, and found several pages with the same number.

...It is really difficult to maintain if there are too many users.

After reading the exclusive confession pages of 'Pei Meiren' and 'Qiao Meiren', he flipped through them again and suddenly saw his big face stuck on it.

Wen Yu:! ! ! !

Seeing a colleague being secretly photographed by a student is completely different from seeing a photo of yourself! !

He didn't care about it at first, watching and having fun like a spectator, and he nodded when he saw someone complaining about Wen Yu's sullen narcissism.

That's right, Wen Yu looked quite indifferent and reserved, but he was actually a black peacock.

Who would have thought that it would be my turn immediately.

Several of them are teaching students to play the piano or sing, and the smiles are really cute.

Wen Yu was very satisfied, and turned to read the message next to her.

[Does anyone think Mr. Wen's smile is very, very obedient! ]

[Isn't it black-bellied?I don't believe it, he always uses this expression to ask Teacher Wen to line up for him in the cafeteria! ]

[Gentlemen, I really like the cafeteria! ]

Wen Yu read it with great interest, and saw the familiar handwriting in a new line.

[Is very cute. ]

His fingertips unconsciously pinched his palm.

He could always recognize Wen Yu's handwriting.

Without even thinking about it, he took out his pen and wanted to leave a message for the bastard. The pen was almost touching the paper before he remembered that the last time Wen Yu read this notebook was last semester.

This is a small BBS that is circulated secretly and used by students privately.

Wen Yu's mood fell again.

He no longer has Wen Yu's friendship, and he has not had any conversations with him outside of work for a long time.

He asked for everything, and he deserved it.

Many images floated in my mind again, taboo indulgence and out of line.

Wen Yu shook his head vigorously, threw out the content of the Eighteen Bans, covered the pen to read the content behind.

The students are always extra lenient towards the assistant teacher.

The main course teacher needs to supervise the students' college entrance examination, so it is inevitable that they will be strict at different times.

Even Wen Yu, who is handsome and professional, will be complained by students that "the homework is assigned like a devil" and "the questions are getting more and more abnormal".

Only entertaining sidekicks like him that won't offend anyone.

Wen Yu jumped back to Wen Yu's page and read the reviews one by one again.

Seeing that some students said that Wen Yu was not good, he shook his head, wanting to argue a few words.

But if you leave a message like this one by one, it will really become obvious.

It was only when he looked at it for the second time that Wen Yu realized that there was a small mark followed by a number.

This mark appeared next to several teachers' pages, but he had flipped through it before, and the pages he jumped to were all irrelevant pages.

He remembered something, turned over the page of [Miscellaneous], and jumped over according to this number.

Facing him was a photo of the two of them eating together.

Wen Yu stared blankly for several seconds, and his heart began to beat wildly.

There are students who are liking them.

But it's not just them, there are other pairs of teachers too.

There are all kinds of sexual orientations, not all of them are true, more like... CP.

These pages are very scattered, and it may not be possible to find it from the perspective of an old teacher.

They have been together for a long time, but only three pictures have been taken.

Eat together, go for a walk together, show up in the classroom together.

Very safe, but also very harmonious.

Wen Yu had never gotten a photo of him and Wen Yu together, and now that he finally saw it, his heart was hot and sour.

He finally took out his mobile phone, took these three photos carefully, and said thank you in his heart.

When Wen Yu got this notebook earlier, what did he see?

Will he find these?

Holding her breath, Wen Yu looked through the pages one by one, and found the confession page hidden in the deepest place, which seemed to have been pasted on by accident.

There are many names hidden here.

Youthful, a name surrounded by love.

Teenage boys and girls are professing their love loudly, every word is passionate and wanton.

Some people are also leaving messages to themselves, wishing that they must be admitted to the National People's Congress and Tsinghua University.

He accidentally found another person's handwriting in it.

That person has been hiding deeply since he was a teenager, and he will only show his love in the most private and safe moments.

Will you hide here and say you love me?

From the first row on the left to the right corner, there is no trace.

Wen Yu clearly knew that he was being stupid.

A person who has broken up, looking for traces of another person in a time-chaotic guest book like a madman.

See him in other people's photos, find him in other people's writing.

In the end, he still couldn't find it, but he unscrewed the pen and wrote a line of writing in an inconspicuous corner.

"Amphetamine"

You see, I am really timid.

This confession page was finally pasted back carefully, fulfilling the tacit agreement of all the students.

Qian Ju wasn't sure if Mr. Wen had seen something, so he watched his reaction carefully.

"There are a few novels written for fun," Wen Yu laughed, "Unfortunately, I worked overtime yesterday, so I didn't read them for long."

Qian Ju breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully put the notebook back into his schoolbag: "Tomorrow, I will be a volunteer with my friends from No. [-] Middle School. Will you go to the meeting?"

"Well, I will go." He thought of something, and asked again: "Aren't you afraid that your family will worry?"

"What I mean is, if you temporarily skip the art test, will your family pressure you to study overtime?"

The girl smiled brightly.

"My schedule is all set by myself, and they will not interfere."

Wen Yu blinked: "You are really lucky."

Qian Ju waved his fingers.

"Luck is of course one aspect."

"But we still have to fight." She was obviously only 16 years old, but she spoke with a kind of detached determination: "If you don't fight, how can you find your own comfortable space?"

Wen Yu took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

"Been taught a lesson."

No.[-] Middle School has just moved its campus, which is much better than the cramped and old one.

But it's true that it hasn't been renovated for a long time, and you can smell the smell of paint everywhere you go.

The students are dressed like little penguins, and the black and white color scheme is very beautiful.

The organizer arranged the conference room and the dining room very close, and each location was equipped with signs and nameplates of different schools.

Wen Yu always sat beside Wen Yu.

Knowing that this belated closeness would be awkward, he became extraordinarily reticent.

There were different teachers on the stage eloquently, and Wen Yu didn't need to speak, just holding his notebook and memorizing what he heard.

During the period, Wen Yu also walked up to speak on behalf of No. [-] Middle School.

The man wore a suit, his shoulders were broad and his back was straight, and he smiled handsomely.

Wen Yu listened casually, and made two notes about his speech, and then forgot after listening.

This state is very good.He affirmed himself in his heart.

You don't need to put anyone in the attention zone, just be a conscientious meeting machine and it's OK.

Having said that, Wen Yu was also sleepy in the second half of the hearing, and yawned with his chin propped up.

Exactly the same as in high school.

If I get a little more sleepy, I will probably have to fall asleep with my forehead propped up.

Wen Yu was a little restrained in an unfamiliar environment, and the only person he knew was his ex-boyfriend, let alone a few words to ease his tension.

He could only quietly watch him yawn and wonder how long this fucking long meeting was going to be.

Fortunately, the headmistress announced the lunch break immediately.

"This is the end of the meeting, please move to the dining room to take a break!"

The teachers Wu Yangyang stood up, with reserved expressions, and walked briskly towards the restaurant.

...It is not much different from the students after class.

Wen Yu was relieved at first, but when he saw that the buffet had to sit according to the name plate, he had a bitter face.

It's really a dog.

When you are in a relationship, you have to rack your brains to think of a reason if you want to stick together, but you are bound together when you break up suddenly, and you have to sit next to this person wherever you go.

Wen Yu was as gentlemanly and decent as ever in public places, and would even open the mineral water bottle for the female teacher next to him.

Wen Yu sat beside him silently, losing his appetite for a while.

He is indeed hungry.

From the meeting at eight o'clock in the morning until now, everyone will be hungry.

His stomach was churning empty, but he couldn't eat anything.

The meal was crowded and noisy.

The teachers are chatting happily, and they can find a topic to chat with if they don't know each other.

He sat beside the man, as if he was chained, but also seemed to have nowhere to go.

Wen Yu drank a small bowl of porridge, sat there for 5 minutes, and saw another woman looking for Wen Yu to talk to.

He laughed, got up and went to the dessert section to cut a plate of Black Forest cake.

A little bit of strawberry crumble, but not too much.

The filling is just right exposed and topped with a shell of cream.

Wen Yu was still chatting with others, when someone beside him suddenly leaned over, supported his shoulder and handed him a piece of cake.

"Teacher Wen, the cake you want."

Wen Yu let go of his hand, turned around and left, not looking to see if the man had any reaction.

He didn't start to fantasize until he walked outside the corridor and the clear wind was blowing on his face.

Imagine what a man would do with that cake.

He knew clearly that he was thirsting for him.