Papa 17 years old

【Chapter Eleven】

That night after Wen Liang and his stepmother bumped into Luo Luo and called her father, Zhou Yuan was laughed at for three whole days.Fortunately, they didn't know that Luoluo was the child who called her daddy at the train station. They just said that our Xiaoyuan finally grew up from a boy to a big boy, and all the children called her daddy. It's really time flies, otherwise Zhou Yuan I feel like I'm going to get more frustrated.

Little boy peat, little boy, big boy peat, big boy, let me wipe, have you ever seen such a delicate boy? ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻So whenever her stepmother and Wen Liang complained about her, she would just keep doing things with a blank face, doing whatever she should do. What she was too lazy to resist was She is such a person, there is no way, if she resists, the opponent's knife will be stabbed more violently.

There is a saying called what, life is like that, that and that, you get used to it.

So in the midst of life, Zhou Yuan calmly taught Luo Luo to learn roller skating, calmly typed his stepmother's manuscript on the computer, calmly watched the community's votes of loli jealous for her, and then calmly ushered in Miaobubu Yan's sophomore life.

"It's another year of sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms, a new generation of junior girls~" On the boulevard leading directly from the teaching building to the library, Wen Liang put on a white baseball cap and stood by the "2013 Foreign Language Department Freshman Report Office" Under the banner, holding a bottle of mineral water is not very embarrassing.

The sunlight in early September seeped through the dense branches and leaves, and hit the registration form in front of Zhou Yuan, dappled with light and shadow.Like Wen Liang, she wears a baseball cap, under the brim of the hat are black full-frame glasses embedded on the bridge of the nose, and with the white shirt on her body, she looks like a good baby. "En." She nodded, expressing her approval for Wen Liang.

I glanced at the names that had been ticked on the form, well, more than ten students have come.Then he raised his watch and took a look. It was almost twelve o'clock, and it was time for lunch, but...

She raised her head, glanced at Wen Liang who had been squinting at the busy reporting site, and asked, "Did Teacher Su say when she will arrive?"

At the freshman reporting office, all the head teachers and class assistants of the 2013 freshman class were receiving them.All the head teachers around have arrived, but the head teacher of the German class has not arrived.Zhou Yuan and Wen Liang are the two class assistants of the German class of 2013. Because Zhou Yuan has always been reticent, it is up to Wen Liang to contact his immediate boss, so Zhou Yuan only knows that the class teacher’s surname is Su. is always unclear.

Wen Liang frowned slightly when she heard her words, but after a while he patted her on the shoulder with a smile on his face, "Ah, ah, ah, Teacher Su has something to delay, tonight's freshman class meeting will definitely come Lah." Wen Liang glanced at the surrounding area where the crowd had decreased, and then saw someone coming back with a bento box, so he called out to Zhou Yuan, "Are you hungry? My sister will get you something to eat."

"Yeah." Zhou Yuan nodded.

Wen Liang reached out and touched the top of her head, as if teasing a puppy, "Come, come, tell sister, what do you want to eat?"

Zhou Yuan glanced at her blankly, then lowered his head, "Sweet and sour pork ribs, thank you."

"..." Wen Liang rolled his eyes, "You will die if you use two more adjectives! Okay, okay, I will remember." He walked out with his wallet while talking, "You stay here, I'll be back in a while. If there is a beautiful school girl, remember to take a second look for me."

"Well, be careful on the road." Zhou Yuan looked at her back and nodded.

"Understood." Holding the wallet, Wen Liang flicked the corner of her skirt noblely and glamorously, and then walked towards the cafeteria.

Zhou Yuan watched her go, and then glanced around. Except for a few classes that had freshmen reporting, the others were in lunch break mode.There is no way, it is already twelve o'clock, the sun is so vicious, there should be no student unions reporting at this hour.

So he lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, and began to cut fruit quietly.The light and shadow on the screen sliced ​​through the red, yellow, and green fruits, leaving traces of various colors on the wooden background, making the battle look very tragic.Zhou Yuan's fingers fluttered across the screen, his eyes fixed on the fruit to avoid the mines, and his score skyrocketed in a short while.When there is no one very familiar, Zhou Yuan is very keen on playing mobile games. After all, sometimes, she doesn't know what to say.

Speaking of which, the leadership of the foreign language department this year is a bit too cheating.The class assistants for freshmen all use sophomores, so there will be no generation gap between freshmen and sophomores.The reception desk for picking up freshmen was also changed from the library to the boulevard originally used to park bicycles, which is more humane.Fuck the human nature of peat, just because of your words, dozens of us in our group will blow fans under the shade of the trees, don’t you know? !My air conditioner! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ Zhou Yuan was happily cutting fruit, while silently complaining about the wit of the leader, feeling the coolness from the fan behind him. When he was comfortable and comfortable, a woman was cold Her voice interrupted her train of thought, "Are you just Wen Liang?"

When Zhou Yuan heard this voice, his hand shook, and the phone he was holding in his hand just fell out.The phone fell to the ground with a bang, and the battery fell out. It was very heroic.Zhou Yuan raised his head reflexively, and through the lens, he saw a woman with fluttering long hair standing in front of him.Large swaths of sunlight brushed against the green leaves along the boulevard, and the green gloom under the shade of the trees became more distinct against the sunlight.It also makes this woman with a very impressive voice so vivid.

is her……

This time, Zhou Yuan, who was wearing glasses, saw her face clearly.

From the age of 15 to the age of 17, Zhou Yuan dared to say that this was the first person who allowed her to match her appearance and voice.Zhou Yuan will never forget that feeling for the rest of his life.

Zhou Yuan was a little stunned, and when the woman met her face, she was also taken aback.He spoke again, as if confirming something, so his tone was less cold, "Are you Wen Liang?"

When Zhou Yuan heard her words, although he didn't have a very clever reaction, at least he knew how to respond, "Ah, um. No, my name is Zhou Yuan." She glanced at the woman's attire, she looked very royal, and then looked at There was a hint of pink on her face, and after a little thought, she said carefully, "You are Teacher Su?"

"Well," the woman replied, pursing her lips, "I'm sorry for being late, I have worked hard for you this morning."

"No, no, no." Zhou Yuan waved his hand quickly, and then opened the table next to him, "Teacher, please come in first and have a seat, you must be very tired just now."

"Well, good." The woman was not polite, she went in through the entrance, put down the bag in her hand, and sat next to Zhou Yuan.Zhou Yuan pressed her bag on top of his schoolbag, then bent down to pick up his cell phone that had fallen out of the battery, put the battery in, and closed the phone cover forcefully.Well, turn on the power, there you go!I have to say that although this phone is not a Nokia, it has extraordinary drop resistance.

The woman was sitting next to Zhou Yuan, the strong fan behind her was too strong, which made her slightly uncomfortable, and her body trembled slightly unintuitively.She reached out and took out the registration form on Zhou Yuan's desk to have a look. After roughly scanning the number of people, she focused on Zhou Yuan who was concentrating on closing the phone cover, "Zhou Yuan, where's Wen Liang?"

Zhou Yuan raised his head when he heard the words, "Wen Liang is going to get our lunch."

After hearing her words, the woman was slightly taken aback, and then glanced at some students around who were eating, with a little apology in her eyes, "You can go and eat too, the teacher is fine here."

Zhou Yuan put down his phone, and asked without answering, "Teacher, have you eaten? You probably don't have this one yet. I'll ask Wen Liang to bring one over, and you can eat it too. Well, what do you like to eat?" ?” Zhou Yuan admitted that her old problem was repeated.In the past, as long as it was confirmed that Rong Qing's stepmother hadn't eaten, she always made decisions for that woman so forcefully.But today, when she finished speaking these words, she was taken aback for a moment.Then subconsciously, he looked at the reaction of the woman beside him.Let your mouth be cheap, this person next to you is your teacher, not your mother! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ The woman didn't expect that this cold-looking student would ask her this, and suddenly felt that the contrast was a bit big. Her tone seemed to be the feeling of an old mother's habit. A bit forceful. So I didn't refuse, I nodded and agreed immediately, "Well, the sweet and sour pork ribs will be fine, please."

When Zhou Yuan heard this, his fingertips trembled inexplicably.She also likes sweet and sour pork? !Then he lowered his head, quickly pressed his fingers on the keyboard, called Wen Liang, and explained another matter about sweet and sour pork ribs.When I hung up the phone, my eyes accidentally fell on the woman beside me. Under the strong wind, the woman's hair was blown a little messy.Zhou Yuan frowned slightly when he saw that she moved a little away, away from the reach of the fan.At the moment, it is somewhat clear.

So he put away the phone, walked over calmly, and adjusted the fan from the third gear to the first gear.The obvious difference in wind force caused the woman to turn her gaze, and when she met Zhou Yuan's warm eyes, she was just so stunned again, a smile slightly spread on her lips, she looked at Zhou Yuan, her eyes were slightly tinged with a smile ,"Thanks."

Zhou Yuan suddenly felt something stuck in his throat, and lowered his head, "Will this gear be too hot?"

The woman shook her head, "Well, no."

"Oh, that's good." Zhou Yuan nodded and walked back.

"What about you? Do you feel hot?" The woman looked at Zhou Yuan and pulled the stool away, and asked back.Sitting on the chair, Zhou Yuan looked at the grand sunshine beyond the shade of the trees, pursed his lips and replied, "It's okay." No wonder! (ㄒoㄒ)

Nima, God knows she is most afraid of heat!But, but... This teacher looks weak and weak, which is typical of her mother's kind of person who can't blow the cold wind! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻The wind blowing people in early September were lazy, because they came here in a hurry, so the teacher and Zhou Yuan did not continue after talking, but leaned against the back of the chair slightly Resting with closed eyes. Zhou Yuan glanced at her, and the sun dappled on her body, making her look more delicate and charming. There were students talking in low voices all around, and far away across the boulevard was the noise of freshmen The dormitory building, so this woman with slightly closed eyes made her feel very quiet.

With an exquisite face, a good figure, and fair skin, this woman looks about 22 years old at most. No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a child's mother.

Maybe it was because the other party's gaze was too hot, the teacher's long eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to open his eyes, Zhou Yuan quickly moved his gaze away, and looked seriously at the form spread out on the table.

When the wind came, the ginkgo leaves hanging on the branches wobbled and fell from the top of his head, and landed on the paper in front of Zhou Yuan's eyes. Following the green and yellow ginkgo leaves, Zhou Yuan once again saw clearly Names that I ignore.On the top of the spread out form, there was written in black and white——

Grade 13 German Class Roster

Head teacher Su Muran

It turns out that Teacher Su's name is Muran.

Muran, suddenly.It seems that there is no connection, but the moment Zhou Yuan saw her name, Zhou Yuan was full of that sentence——

Suddenly looking back, the person was there, dimly lit.