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Wen Yu really wanted to go to Wen's office the next day and beat up this hooligan.

But school starts the next day.

In the past few days, Yizhong was deserted and deserted, and the emptiness gave off a depressed mood.

When the day comes, groups of freshmen pour into the campus like silly roe deer, wandering everywhere, the volume is automatically turned to the maximum, and they often play ball on the playground to the point of crying and howling.

Wen Yu got up early on his first day as a teacher, and then drank tea in the small office all morning.

He finally realized that the job of a music teacher is not an ordinary job.

In slightly inferior schools, it is possible that one grade shares the same music teacher.

No. [-] Middle School is very humanitarian in this regard. There are two music teachers in each grade, making a total of six.

He only has to teach seven classes a week, and the rest of the time can be freely allocated.

The grade meeting is only attended by the main subject teacher, and various evaluation tasks also fall on the teachers of foreign languages ​​and mathematics.

In contrast, music teachers make less money, but live comfortably.

On the first day of work, Wen Yu sat upright, ready to deal with any leader coming over at any time.

Make tea first at work the next day, open the Taobao interface and look aimlessly at 'Office Artifact'.

On the third day, I had finished buying all the artifacts for the office and the small teapot, so I started shopping for 'Touching Fishing Artifacts'.

After waiting and waiting, it finally came on Thursday, and I had to teach Class [-] of Senior High School.

Teacher Wen was putting rosin on the bow two hours in advance this day, tuning the bow three times and trying out one time. Shi Shiran came to the auditorium.

The students were still chattering and chattering, but they suddenly quieted down when they saw him.

Wen Yu was dressed very simply, a plaid shirt with cropped trousers.

The neck is slender, revealing a section of collarbone, which looks pure and gentle.

He smiled at them, bowed slightly in his pre-public performance gesture, and stood in the middle of the podium and raised his bow.

"The Night of Confessions" was played.

The notes climbed up the steps like broken and chaotic thoughts, passed through the chaotic ocean currents, surfaced in reverse like a comet, and flew back to the sky in the middle of the night.

Then it blooms suddenly, turning into extremely gorgeous summer fireworks.

He didn't talk to anyone, just played the violin with his eyes down.

The chords tossed and swayed, floating and whirling above the lecture hall.

The eyes of many students lit up.

They spontaneously want to create a story for the song in their minds, want to catch the melody and sing something.

Wen Yu looked at them, raised his wrist and pressed the strings without any confusion, also smiling.

After one song was finished, he bowed deeply again and spoke amidst the cheers and applause.

"Hello, my name is Wen Yu, and I will spend high school with you soon."

At the same time, Wen Yu was slowly changing homework in the office.

He has a copy of Wen Yu's class schedule here, and he hesitated a few times before.

... Anyway, it's a bit too bullying to grab the first class, and you have to wait a few weeks before rushing to play.

Wen Yu's brain is the opposite of that of ordinary people.

The more interested he is, the more measured he becomes.

I lost my mind and didn't make any sense.

Late last night, I found the right place, pressed the person on the stone lion and forced a kiss, and I was able to calm down for a few days.

At this moment, he is sitting on the fourth floor, and his mind is on the second floor.

Like a beast aiming at its prey, it licks its paws and thinks about the next few steps.

Wen Yu is a thin-skinned person with a hard mouth, and in the current situation, he is probably still angry with himself.

He didn't wander around his office hastily, but he could always feel a bit of greed.

Wen Yu didn't look away until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and finished correcting the last half of the homework.

Director Chen just came over to hang around, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and chatted with the teacher in the back row.

The class representative ran over quickly.

"Teacher Wen, I'm here to carry homework!"

The man motioned for him to take the things away, got up to make tea, and asked a casual question.

"How was music class today?"

The class representative waited for him to ask this sentence, his cheeks flushed.

"... Absolutely!"

"Teacher Wen - he's too perfect!!"

Director Chen nodded in satisfaction, and grabbed a handful of salt-baked cashews from the geography teacher at the next table.

Teacher Wen took a sip of herbal tea and signaled the young man to calm down.

The boy is still on the top: "He brought the violin to class on the first day today, you should go and listen to it! Some girls in our class want to cry when they hear him play the violin, but I want to cry too!"

Just kidding, I don't know how good-looking he is playing the piano.

Wen Yu smiled calmly, already beginning to think that the class meant talking too much today.

"In that case, is the discipline in class okay?"

The class representative stayed for two seconds, showing a guilty look.

Wen Yu's eyes turned cold a little: "Is someone whispering?"

Director Chen shouted loudly in the back row: "It's really wild boars that can't eat the chaff!"

"Julia's top student is playing the violin for you, and you're still thinking of deserting!!"

The class representative shook his head quickly: "No...no, a few students are... secretly doing their homework."

Teacher Wen wrote lightly: "Mr. Wen is playing the piano on the top, and someone below is doing papers?"

He restrained himself from going to watch Mr. Wen play the piano all morning. These bastards don't cherish the opportunity, dare to come here in the first class?

"That's not true! After everyone sang, someone secretly wrote it!" The class representative ran away: "You are busy first! I am going back to class!! Goodbye, Teacher Chen!!"

Wen Yu went directly to the classroom with the lesson plan.

The classroom was full of students who were still playing with each other, but when they saw the teacher walking in with a gust of cool wind, their backs felt inexplicably tight.

"The music class representative is here."

Ren Yanyue hurriedly threw her pen and stood up, and ran to the podium to report to the class teacher in a low voice.

Wen Yu said softly: "Let these five people run three laps between classes to develop morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor in an all-round way."

He turned his head to look at the homework column on the blackboard, thoughtfully: "Have you finished writing?"

The students finally remembered to hug each other: "No!! Teacher, we definitely didn't do homework in class!!"

Wen Yu laughed mischievously: "Is there a next time?"

"Absolutely dare not!!!"

"Very good," he nodded happily, turned around and added two lines: "P144 to P147 are finished, and I will make changes tomorrow morning."

After finishing the work, he patted the chalk dust, and left gracefully, leaving only the howling sound in the classroom.

There was no talk of meeting just now, but now there is.

As the teacher in charge, I should go over and apologize anyway.

In the office on the second floor, Wen Yu opened the Taobao page again and started searching for 'what can be kept in the office'.

He listened to the movement outside while touching the fish, managed his body well, and sat with a straight back and a gentle posture.

Wen Yu knocked on the door.

"Teacher Wen."

Wen Yu cut the commercial-style template expression in seconds, and smiled on the surface: "What's the matter?"

Wen Yu walked towards him and said seriously: "Just now in class..."

"Back up." Wen Yu raised his pen and pointed behind him: "Back up three steps, come here, okay, you can talk."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows to express his dissatisfaction.

Wen Yu smiled innocently: "Basic defense against hooligans. My colleague, what's the matter?"

"Did you go to class just now?"

"I talked about some pop music, so there's no pressure." Wen Yu thought for a few seconds, and then added: "A few students have a good foundation in music theory."

Wen Yu estimated how much his anger had subsided, and said calmly: "My class representative said that there are students secretly doing papers in your class."

"What a big deal." Wen Yu didn't care, lowered his head and turned off the Taobao interface: "If there's nothing else, please go back."

He opened all the barriers again, propping up the little thorns like a hedgehog.

Wen Yu stood there for a few seconds, thinking to himself that it was outrageous that his mother opened the door for outrageously and outrageously got home, isn't it Lao Tzu who was sacked?

I've been scumbag for ten years, and I've been guarding you like a widow for a long time, and now I have to coax you?

Wen Yu closed the Taobao page and saw that he hadn't left yet. He was half fishing at work for fear of being caught, and half fearing that the bastard would mess around again. He guiltily opened another Word document and typed a smelly and long ghost like a graduation defense. title.

Wen Yu could guess what he was writing by listening to the sound of the keyboard, and after waiting for a long time alone, he gave a low laugh.

"You're driving me away."

Wen Yu stopped his movements, his throat was inexplicably dry from this sentence.

He pulled out a memo and wrote a few notes about the meeting time, without looking into Wen Yu's eyes.

"Being the head teacher is very busy at the beginning of school, so don't delay things."

After holding on for a few seconds without holding back, I looked up.

He caught a glimpse of the man still looking at him, his eyes were lonely, like a wild wolf with nowhere to go.

Wen Yu's frame is tall and slender, his facial features are deep and eye-catching, and he has a dangerous temperament of a beast.

At a glance, Wen Yu felt that this man was like a fucking black hole, able to suck people into his place silently.

"You lied to me, don't play this."

He bowed his head and continued to write, stacking a few eighth notes on top of each other, not knowing what he wanted to express on the sticky note.

Don't put it on, and accidentally wait for the bones to be gnawed clean.

Still unable to hold back, he looked up again.

Why do you feel that Wen Yu looks better in her twenties than before?

The tails of the eyes are long and pointed upwards, looking like a disaster.

As soon as Wen Yu pressed the tip of his pen, his voice lowered.

"Did it hurt you that day?"

Seeing that he had fallen into the trap, Wen Yu restrained himself with a low hum.

"It's because I drank too much, I'm sorry." He took a step back, leaning against the wall and said, "It's a lie to say that I'm not angry for so many years."

"There's no explanation at all, it's like hiding a bunch of things and not telling me."

"Wen Yu, I'm not a saint either, so I don't have that much patience."

"There were students making trouble today, and I didn't take care of it." He kept his voice low, holding back his emotions and didn't say much.

"……Feel sorry."

Wen Yu froze for a few seconds, then dropped the pen in his hand to the table.

What kind of chess is there to play, the opponent will directly check in, and it is not enough to pack it up and throw it over to make amends.

He frantically picked up the pen and hummed.

"I'll treat you to dinner this weekend."

"Brother Yu, thank you for taking care of me."

Wen Yu put it away as soon as he saw it, and retreated to the office door to leave, but turned back again, the big wolf's tail dangling tentatively.

"You really don't want to kiss another one?"

Wen Yu went over to close the door with a straight face: "I knew—"

The man leaned against the door to beg for mercy: "Okay, okay, you're back, what can we talk about and have a good time together?"

"You see, I'm not angry with you, so why not be happy?"

Wen Yu pressed the door, not letting him see her expression.

"No."

He took a deep breath and brought out the most mature tone.

"Wen Yu, we are both 27."

"We can't all live for ourselves, can we?"

At the age of 17, you can still love whoever you want.

27 years old, don't get dizzy, do you know who I have become now?

You see me as if I am complete, but in fact I am just a shell with a hole the size of a human being hidden under the shell, empty and windy when I walk.

Before he could finish speaking, the door slammed shut completely.

Wen Yu lost his mind for a moment, didn't hear footsteps for a long time, and opened the door hastily.

He was afraid that he would leave, but also afraid that he would not leave.

The man was waiting at the door, his shadow fell like an open net, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his nose.

"Who are you kidding, eh?"