Back in high school, I attacked my rival

Jie Qingyang nodded, rubbed his hands together, and stretched out, "Yes, we met again. My name is Jie Qingyang, how about you?"

The man stared at the skillful hand in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he held it without hesitation, "Hey," He Zhixiu hesitated again when he thought of what happened in the morning.

"I don't want to say it, and I don't force you," Jie Qingyang withdrew his hand generously. Anyway, there are not many people who can make him feel better just by meeting, so keep this secret happiness.

"Jie Qingyang, the god of learning in Nangao, I have heard about it for a long time, but I have seen it twice today." "All the glory and glory are in the past, and they are not worth mentioning. You may not believe me if I tell you now," He Zhixiu He said firmly, "I believe it."

"Like a newborn."

"..."

He Zhixiu smiled, "You are a student of Nangao, it's already five o'clock in the afternoon, why don't you go home."

"The family has moved, and my mother didn't inform me." As soon as the words came out, Jie Qingyang couldn't help laughing, but the person in front of him didn't show signs of smiling, but there was worry on his brows, which made him surprised and touched .

"The battery of my mobile phone is dead, and I can't remember my parents' mobile phone number. Now the only way left is to call the police, but the police may not know my current home address, because my family keeps moving. ...to study."

He looked extremely pitiful.

He Zhixiu patted his head, "It's okay, don't be sad, small problem, I'll help you."

It was very hot, but after touching it, there was a hint of coolness. This was the second opposite sex besides his father who dared to touch his head. Isn't there an old saying that a woman's waist is a man's head, you can only look at it but not touch it.

Like a lion whose fur has been smoothed, Jie Qingyang said with a little expectation, "You, are you willing to help me? How?"

He Zhixiu opened WeChat and found a file, "I have the contact information of all the faculty and staff of Nangao. I'll call your head teacher. He knows your parents' phone number."

"This...is a really good idea, why didn't I think of it," "Which class are you in?"

"I used to be in the innovation class of science in the first year of high school, and I will be transferred to the innovation class of liberal arts in the second year of high school soon."

He Zhixiu swiped the screen, and when he heard this sentence, his eyes sank, and he confirmed again, "Secondary liberal arts innovation class?"

"Well, but we are going to change the head teacher soon, why don't you contact my former head teacher, Director Zhao, he must have my mother's phone number."

"it is good."

Jie Qingyang realized later, "Are you a teacher from Nangao Xin?"

"Forget it. Those who are brought here by the teacher for an internship will leave after two months."

"Just two months." For some reason, Jie Qingyang felt fleeting disappointment, "Are you a college student?"

"Well, senior, is that the name?" He Zhixiu handed the phone to him.

Jie Qingyang glanced at the screen and nodded, "Which school did you study in?"

He Zhixiu pressed the number and dialed, "You're so curious, kid, aren't you sad now?"

At the age of 31, he was called a child, and Jie Qingyang felt excited all over his body, with a strange feeling, "Well, have you dialed the phone, I'll answer it."

"Old Zhao, Director Zhao, I'm Jie Qingyang," Zhao Deyou said, "Yo, Jie Qingyang, what, want to go back to science class?"

"No, I just miss you, Director Zhao, I'm not used to living without you," Zhao Deyou said, "Whether you say it is true or not, I will take it seriously."

"..."

Zhao Deyou: "It's almost six o'clock, do you have something to call?"

"It's like this, Director Zhao, my phone is turned off, and I can't remember my home number, can you tell me my mother's phone number?" "You can't remember your home number?"

Jie Qingyang glanced at He Zhixiu with embarrassment, "I'm not thinking well recently," the string of familiar numbers came from the phone, which accompanied him through the youth from elementary school.

How could I forget it.

Jie Qingyang's Adam's apple rolled, and his fingertips felt hot.

"What's the matter with you?" He Zhixiu captured the loneliness of all the vicissitudes of life on the face of the 16-year-old boy.

Twice.

Jie Qingyang held the phone and slid open the screen, but it was not locked. This shows that he has absolute trust in the world. While dialing the number, he did not forget to reply, "It's nothing, I miss my mother." "Oh," He Zhishu dragged his luggage and brought the two to the door of the store, not blocking people's way at the intersection.

Jie Qingyang connected Zhou Aoqing's phone, and couldn't restrain the flood of missing, "Mom—" Zhou Aoqing laughed loudly on the phone.

"Whose call is it that you are smiling so happily?" The voice of a middle-aged man.

This is his father, and Jie Qing Yang felt a little overjoyed, "Dad—" Zhou Aoqing: "Listen yourself, liars are so open-minded now, they call everyone dad and mom."

Jie Dad: "Hang up!"

Jie Qingyang: "..."

The phone was hung up, his parents' safety awareness is good enough, and he understands that the businessman is shrewd, but as for the fact that he can't even hear his son's voice, the key is that he is on vacation today, and he didn't go home, don't they understand?

He Zhixiu bought two bottles of mineral water from the store, unscrewed the caps and brought them to Jie Qingyang, the movements were done in one go, as if it should be done naturally.

"Is it ready?"

"My mother thought it was a harassing call and hung up."

"Oh, it may be that my phone shows that it is Beijing. Let me call you there again."

He Zhixiu tried again and dialed.

Zhou Aoqing answered quickly, "Our family doesn't need insurance, and we haven't swiped our cards everywhere recently, let alone..."

"Hi, I'm a teacher at Tunan High School, my surname is He. Are you the parent of Jie Qingyang?"

Jieqing Yangben was sipping water from a bottle, and when he heard the soft tone of the standard broadcast, he couldn't help shivering all over his body, and water flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

While answering the phone, He Zhixiu pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, stretched it five centimeters away from Jie Qingyang's mouth, and suddenly stuffed it down into his hand.

"Well, at the intersection of Hongxia Damao, okay, then we will wait for you here."

Jie Qingyang's old face has no place to rest, and his facial features are out of control along with it.

"Okay, we'll wait for your mother here, what's the matter with you?"

Jie Qingyang bumped his head against the wall, "I'm fine, I just miss my mother so much." Fuck, I'm in my thirties, drooling in front of others, And just because of hearing the voice of an unfamiliar man.

"Your house is not too far from here, it will be there in 10 minutes."

"Mm, um, thank you," Jie Qingyang tilted his head, showing his side face, "Did you estimate the 10 minutes yourself? Drive for 10 minutes, or walk for 10 minutes."

He Zhixiu put away his phone, "Ten minutes by taxi."

"Oh," Jie Qingyang stepped out and looked around, "I think we can wait while we eat, I invite you."

"Ten minutes is quick."

"My mother can't take a taxi," but she can't walk either. She will wait 10 minutes, then take a taxi to get off nearby, and then pretend to walk.

He Zhixiu smiled, "It's the first time in my life that I've been treated by a kid who is so much younger." "You're only a fourth year senior, maybe five or six years older than me, what a kid," Jie Qingyang vehemently retorted. Realizing that he was over-excited, he softened back to his 16-year-old appearance, "I'm hungry, Mr. He, I've only drank a few sips of water since the holiday, I'm so hungry~" He Zhixiu took the initiative to pick up his luggage, "I didn't say it earlier, I've been on This is standing there stupidly. What do you want to eat?"

Jie Qingyang followed him with peace of mind, "It's all right, just stick to the principle."

"Mr. He, aren't you afraid of drying out?" He suddenly remembered what Li Zhuo said at noon, thinking that Chen Junhe, who was in vain, would definitely not be in the sun, and this one in front of him was even more so white, and he had been in the sun for more than half an hour .

The two of them entered a restaurant without taking two steps, ordered a meal quickly, and sat by the window so that Jie Qingyang's mother could see her when she came.

"It's okay," "You're so white, Mr. He." After Jie Qingyang finished speaking, his old face became a little hot for some reason.

Naked/naked/naked compliments, He Zhixiu put down his teacup, raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be smiling, "Don't call me teacher, I'm not used to it."

"What's that called?"

"Xiaoyang! Son!"

So fast!It's only a few minutes!Mom!

Outside the glass, Zhou Aoqing panted and waved to the two.

"My mother is here. Don't move, I'll pick her up."

"Okay." He Zhixiu sat down.

Jie Qingyang really thinks that this person is too gentlemanly, polite, has details everywhere, but getting along with him is not tiring at all.

He also takes the exam for college students from any school, and he also needs to be so graceful.

"Mom, let's go in and eat first."

Zhou Aoqing shook off his hand, "Xiaoyang, why do you eat in such a high-end place? Mom doesn't have money, so I can't afford it. Let's go."

"..."

Too deep into the drama, Jie Qingyang earnestly said, "Mom, the teacher is hungry, let me eat with him, and then I will wait for you."

"The teacher sitting opposite you just now?" Zhou Aoqing covered his mouth exaggeratedly, "Son, can you see if my hairstyle is messed up and the collar of my clothes is flat? I'm so nervous, why don't we go first."

"Mom, anyway, you have seen countless people, why?" Exaggerated too much.

Zhou Aoqing's mouth and hands are different, and he has already pushed open the door, "The teachers in the liberal arts class are all so good-looking? I will go to the parents meeting in the future!"

"Mom, are you not afraid that I will tell my dad?"

"If my lover is so handsome, his face will be bright."

"..."

"Mr. He, I'm Jie Qingyang's mother. Thank you for taking care of my children." He Zhixiu got up and made a gesture of invitation. "Mother Jie, please sit down. I have asked the waiter to add more dishes."

"Thank you, thank you." Zhou Aoqing sat down firmly.

"What subject does Teacher He teach?"

"Chinese," "Chinese is good. My son is very good at Chinese. He has won prizes in the district for composition in junior high and high school." He Zhixiu glanced at Jie Qingyang, "Your child is excellent." "Yes, our children have always been It’s up to me. Other children go to this cram school or competition class during the summer vacation, but Xiaoyang is different. Even if he cries like hell, I will definitely not let him go. I don’t work hard at ordinary times. I rely on tutoring during the summer vacation. Use, my son has been smart since he was a child, just like me," said the poor for the first time, Jie Qingyang was already scratching his toes in embarrassment, why did he bring Zhou Aoqing in, devil, she is a devil!

"Excuse me, your dishes are ready."

Finally, finally, I can stop this mouth with food.

"Mr. He, you need to eat more. You are a bit skinny. You don't look as strong as my son. My son's appetite is like a cow." "Mr. He..."

Jie Qingyang took two mouthfuls of rice, got up, "I'm going to the toilet."

If he is guilty, God will punish him, instead of staying here and suffering, he must go back and expose his woman's face in front of his father, and take care of his own woman!Don't let it out to harm him!

After taking [-] deep breaths in the toilet, I adjusted my mentality before I had the courage to walk back to my seat slowly.

"Mr. He, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not yet, you don't need to call me teacher, sorry, I'm not used to it."

"It's okay, so what's your full name? I'll change it."

"He Zhixiu."

Her footsteps stopped one meter away from the dining table, and she didn't dare to take another step forward.