Love on the left bank, you on the right bank

The sound of the sea made my thoughts fall into a drowsy state, and the disturbing sound of the tide hit my ears unstoppably over and over again.

Can't hide.

I lay prone on the table, buried my face between my arms, trying to escape the darkness of reality.

"classmate."

The soft voice has a little trembling and ignorance, like being forced to tremble, or the voice is overly suppressed because of being too nervous. In short, I am very repulsive, no matter who is standing in front of me now.

"Student, I know you are awake."

She called again, persistently, and this time she added the action of poking my arm to make me even more displeased. Although I wanted to raise my head and stare at her fiercely, the reality told me that I couldn't do that, here not mine.

I took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to yell, straightened up and looked at the girl in front of me coldly.

I lowered my tone and tried to be as polite as possible, "What's the matter? Curious about the transfer students?"

She looked at me blankly like a girl, but there was an indifferent smile on the corner of her mouth, "On the one hand, it's true, but what I want to know is that no one in the class offends you, and today is also the first day you just transferred in. Why is your face so stinky?"

Her tone was so flat that I couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

"Looking problem." I responded perfunctorily.

"You mean you're pretty, so it's more attractive to put on a bad face?" She was calm but eloquent.

She finally caught my attention, and I looked up at her, finally seeing her face clearly.

"I remember this is a physical education class, you shouldn't be here."

A trace of surprise flashed across her expression, "You have a good memory."

I laughed a few times, so that I couldn't even listen to it, it seemed to be mocking people. "You know that I don't read the timetable, but memorize it?" My expression should be full of contempt and amused, but she didn't get angry and replied, "You didn't copy the timetable, did you?"

I raised my eyebrows and didn't answer.

"Photographic memory, very strong." To be honest, I couldn't hear the compliment in it, so I waved my hand to stop the topic, "Go to class, don't stay here."

She squinted her eyes, and her eyes narrowed into a curved and slender moon. She could still be called beautiful, but what she said was very unpleasant, "Is your surname really 'Zuo'?"

I just find it funny to face this question.

"Otherwise, should my last name be You?"

"No other meaning, just think this surname is very special." The girl said.

"Okay, I've answered everything you want to ask, you can leave now." I waved my hand lazily, feeling really tired.

The sound of the waves always makes me dizzy, but this school is close to the sea.

The girl finally understood what it was to make fun of herself, so she left in a sensible way.

The classroom returned to its proper quietness again, and the loneliness was deafeningly quiet.

With my left hand resting on my cheek, I glanced at the seat of the girl at the opposite corner. My seat and hers were just diagonal. How did she know that I didn't copy the timetable?

When I first walked into this classroom, the curious eyes of the class made me very uncomfortable. I turned my head and looked out the window, but I could only look at the endless sea.

There is nowhere to run.

Hidden memories, nowhere to escape.

I took out the earphones from my schoolbag and started to play music, trying to cover up the annoying sound of the tide. I closed my eyes tightly to prevent the memories from finding an outlet, so I could only suppress them severely.

The smell of sea water makes me breathless.

On the first day I transferred to this school, I felt that I was almost overwhelmed.

If the girl asks me about my complexion again, I will definitely answer her: "Because I hate the sea."

I hate the sea so much, it's almost close to hate.

The crisp high-heeled shoes echoed in the corridor at this moment, making it clear for me in the classroom, and at the same time breaking my thick sadness.

I saw the woman stop and look through the net outside the classroom, and finally her eyes fixed on me.

My eyes met, and when I was still hesitating how to explain, the woman, or someone who looked like a teacher, spoke first.

"Is it... Zuo Siting?"

Surprised, I nodded slightly.Seeing the teacher's expression suddenly brightened, his mind became much more relaxed, and his smile deepened, "Great, I found you."

"Is there a problem?"

"Actually, it's nothing." The teacher said as she walked into the classroom, holding a stack of heavy materials in her hands. I was a little surprised that she just walked up and down with the materials like this?

She put the materials on the seat next to her seat, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's just that I'm the internship class teacher of your class this semester. I heard that there is a transfer student in the class, and it's my first day at work today, so I want to take a look." .”

"oh....."

She sat in the empty seat next to me, and I saw her face clearly, which made me feel a little bit at a loss.

A head of obedient black long black hair hangs naturally on both sides, round and energetic eyes, a typical oval face with a friendly smile, a fresh and refined appearance, like a freshly graduated college student.

"Teacher, what subject do you teach?" I asked, trying to start the conversation.

"Guess what." She smiled and narrowed her eyes, still a little excited.

"Uh..." I tried to think of a subject that could match the teacher's temperament, calm and gentle, so it shouldn't be the boring history, the incisive and difficult mathematics, the fixed principles of chemistry, and the English. Methodical, biological...

"Is it so difficult to guess?" The teacher laughed.

"Citizen?" I hesitated.

"No, I don't like memorizing subjects." The teacher seemed to be sighing softly, "I teach mathematics."

"Ah?" I was surprised, my face should have turned pale instantly.

Seeing this, the teacher couldn't help laughing, "How come every student is frightened when they hear mathematics, and their faces change drastically. This is really tried and tested!"

"Teacher, you teach Chinese, right?" I rolled my eyes secretly in my heart. I also admire how many idioms can be interspersed in one sentence.

"No, I really teach mathematics, although I also have a Chinese teacher's certificate."

Now I am speechless.

"Okay! Are you feeling more relaxed?"

I looked at her suspiciously.

"When I passed by the classroom, I felt that your complexion was very bad, and you were very irritable. You are obviously 17 years old in your youth. What are you sad about?"

I was a little speechless, so I could only laugh along with me.

He didn't want to force my response, the teacher just kindly helped me to find a step down, "Are you still used to this school?"

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you teacher for your concern."

The teacher looked at me thoughtfully, and finally smiled and said, "If you have something on your mind, you can come and chat with me! I welcome you very much."

I laughed. "Because I'm a transfer student?"

"Not really, but it's worth it."

"worth?"

"Well, yes!" The teacher stood up as he said, and was about to pick up the large stack of materials on the table. I also got up and said politely, "Teacher, can I help you?"

"Okay." The teacher lowered her head slightly, and I always had an indescribable feeling when I looked at her side face.

The teacher picked up about one-third of the materials and handed them to me, "Si Ting, thank you!"

I froze for a moment, it wasn't the first time I was called by my name, why am I still a little awkward?

"By the way, teacher, what's your name?" I walked out of the classroom with the teacher side by side.

"Me? My name is Huang Youyun. As for how to write it, you will know it by reading the class schedule."

"Oh..." I began to think about when the monitor wrote the timetable in the class in the morning, did he write the teacher's name?

"Speaking of names." The teacher turned to look at me with a smile, and said, "Your name is very special! Very few people have the last name 'Zuo'!"

I smirked and muttered under my breath, "Well... I don't like it."

The mathematics classroom just arrived, and I walked into the office with the teacher, and the teacher's seat was the first one as soon as I entered the door, so it was easy to recognize.

The desktop is clean and tidy, just like the feeling of a teacher, and it will be an ideal lover in the mind of a man.

After the materials were put away, I was about to leave when I heard the teacher say, "I'm serious, if you want to chat with someone, you can come to me."

I froze, smiled and said yes.

Although I know that according to my personality, it is impossible to vomit bitterness to a teacher-level person, but facing the teacher's serious expression, I can't say no.

Hwang...you Yun?