my young teacher

"Bell, bell, bell..." The class is over, and the students of Zhengde High School Grade One ([-]) have entered their high school life from today. I believe that the next two years will be wonderful, because...  

"Hello, classmates," a person wearing a white T-shirt, black slacks, and a pair of sneakers walked from the door to the podium, and said to the students below who hadn't adjusted from the holidays because of the start of school.

But the classmates below didn't seem to notice what he said, and continued to chat enthusiastically, except for one person. Although he was wearing a school uniform, he couldn't hide his handsome face with sharp edges and a slightly ruffian smile. The moment he saw this man, he froze and kept staring at him, while the person sitting next to him seemed to sense something was wrong with him,

Pushing his arm, he said, "Brother Le, do you know this person?" The person called Brother Le narrowed his eyes slightly and said "I don't know" sarcastically, and the people next to him heard his words Unconsciously shaking his body, he turned to the man standing on the stage who looked pleasing to the eye with sympathetic eyes. It seems that this man will have a hard time in the future. I don't know how he provoked Brother Le up.

Hey, in the days to come, just ask for good luck.But what he doesn't know is that in the future, it will be Zijiale who will ask for more blessings instead of the one standing on the stage, but this is all for later.

"Bang" the desk shook, interrupting everything, the classroom was suddenly quiet, they all stared at the people on the stage in a daze, and that one with a straight nose bridge and fair skin would make people have evil thoughts just looking at it face, but so far no one has dared to go up and flirt with it, because at first glance that strong aura is not allowed to be violated by others, but people who are familiar with him are another matter.

As if he didn't feel the changes in the outside world, the man raised the corners of his mouth and said with an evil smile, "Hello, everyone, my name is Zhao Lin." He turned and wrote his name on the blackboard, then turned and continued to say, "I'm 23 years old this year." , I just graduated from university, so I'm not much older than you, so you can come to me to talk to me no matter what you encounter in the future..." He said meaningfully and glanced at the position that had been staring at him from the beginning.

But the man just gave him a hard look, and Zhao Lin smiled vaguely. In fact, Zhao Lin had noticed that "hot" gaze from the very beginning.And the first time I caught a glimpse of that person, I remembered what happened yesterday:

After I reported to the school yesterday, it was almost evening. After a tiring day, I planned to go back to the house that my college classmates lent him to live in when they heard that he was going to teach here, pack up my things, and then have a good sleep. , I don’t want to see a boy standing at the door of the next door when I walk to the gate, who should be about 1.80cm by visual estimation, looking at the car that has left a certain distance from a distance. Although there is reluctance in his eyes, he is stubborn He hid it so that everyone who saw it would feel compassion.

And Zhao Lin even had the idea of ​​wanting to protect this person under the background of the setting sun, because that figure looked very lonely, as if he had vaguely seen his former self.

Maybe the world is like this, in an inadvertent moment, in a corner, seeing inadvertent things, it becomes eternity.But I don't know whether what I see is someone else or the former self, and who knows if the idea of ​​wanting to protect is just to protect the self who was once ignorant of the world?I only know that maybe this momentary encounter is the coincidence of the right time, place, and people that God has planned for a long time, and it just coincides with this opportunity, and it has been bound up for the rest of my life like this.

Maybe this is what people call fate, but if it is fate, why make the people who are deeply trapped in it miserable, if it is calamity, why give people such subtle expectations, making people want to give up but can't let go .

"Hey~" Zhao Lin sighed and thought~ Now that I have seen this scene today, anyway, I will live next to each other in the future, so I will often walk around...

And the people over there looked back and saw Zhao Lin staring at him in a daze, without saying anything, turned around and entered the door after staring at him, and Zhao Lin's heart skipped a beat when he saw his staring stare One shot, that stare at his angle didn't seem to be angry, but there was an indescribable charm in it, Zhao Lin thought of this, patted his head, really felt that he was crazy Yes, do you have masochistic tendencies?Shaking his head hastily, thinking that he must have been tired all day and had hallucinations, Zhao Lin shivered, shrugged, and quickened his pace towards his home.

But what I didn't expect was that he was actually his student, and there would be constant cuts in the future, and the relationship would definitely be messed up.Is this another fate?

"This guy is so handsome," a girl said with a nympho look on her face.

"Yes, yes," another girl echoed.

Pulled back from his thoughts by these voices, Zhao Lin continued, "Then let's get to the point. I am male, 1.85cm tall, and unmarried. If there is no accident in the next two years, I will be your homeroom teacher, foreigner and math teacher..." Before I finished speaking, I heard a girl talking excitedly to the person next to her.

"I heard that he is not married yet" followed by a burst of intense discussion.

"A group of nympho" came a cold voice from behind. Although the voice was not loud, the classroom was suddenly quiet. They all looked up at the people on the podium, and no one looked at the source of the sound, because everyone knew this. The teacher will be unlucky in the future, how did he take away those teachers he didn't like in the past, they still shudder when they think about it now, but the person at the desk doesn't seem to care, he walks off the podium step by step penultimate row,

"What's your name?"

"This is a classroom, not a marriage office. I wonder if your old man has gone to the wrong place." The person in that seat replied irrelevantly.

"Yang Leyu" Zhao Lin didn't care about the irony in his words, but picked up a book on his desk to see the names inside.

"I really don't know what this school is for. We paid so much money to find such a 'trash' teacher. It seems that we should consider whether it should be closed." Yang Leyu was still sitting like an old man, not feeling at all. There's nothing wrong with not standing up and answering the teacher's questions.

The classroom was full of discussions again, not because he said the school would be closed, but because he said the "trash" teacher, and a group of girls were secretly angry for Zhao Lin because of his words.

"Not bad, not bad, good name." Zhao Lin didn't get angry because of his words, but said along his own train of thought.

Although the two of them didn't answer each other's questions, there seemed to be something flowing between them, like two chess players who wanted to go at their own pace but were able to hold each other back. If anyone gives in, they may lose the whole game.But in the end there is always someone who wants to let go, but I don't know if the person who wants to let go will be...