Boyfriend always wants to sculpt me

1.

[After get off work, remember to bring 20 yuan of raw meat for cooking. 】

Shen Sangcheng replied: [Yes. 】

Put away the phone, and said to the woman who entered the office: "Mr. Xia, thank you for being on duty tonight."

Xia Ping waved her hand, it doesn't matter: "If you have something to do, go and do it."

Today is Shangmei's birthday. Originally, the family of three planned to go out for an outing. Shen Sangcheng took the leave. Unfortunately, the weather was not good. In the afternoon, there was a sudden strong wind, lightning and thunder, and soon there was a heavy rain.

Even though Shen Sangcheng was holding an umbrella, it didn't help. He walked so fast that his suit pants were wet from the splashing water, and even his shoes and socks were wet.

On a rainy day, all the butcher shops in the market were closed, except for a newly opened delicatessen shop at the end that was still lit.

Raw meat is no longer available, so I might as well buy some cooked meat and go back to add another dish.Shen Sangcheng put away his umbrella, opened the curtain and went in. There was no one behind the counter, so he looked around the freezer and picked out a piece of pork head.

The curtain of the back kitchen was opened, and the plastic beads collided with each other and crackled. When the owner saw a customer, he raised the knife for cutting meat and asked loudly, "What do you want?"

"This piece of pork head meat."

"Yes."

Shen Sangcheng took out the glasses cloth from his briefcase, wiped off the rain, and his vision was instantly clear.

The man in front of him was very strange, with bronze skin, fine lines around his eyes when he smiled, his facial features were dignified, and he had the honesty and simplicity of an honest person.

"Here, 15 yuan six, just give me fifteen."

The man wiped his hands, pointed to the QR code on the wall, and smiled, the wrinkles under his eyes deepened.

Shen Sangcheng paid the money, and when he saw the cold dishes, he asked him to order some to bring along.While waiting, he casually asked, "Did you just move here?"

"Yes. The acquaintances in the village live nearby, and they also sell vegetables in the market. We usually help each other if we need anything, which is convenient."

The man poured the prepared cold dish into a plastic bag, tied a strong mouth, and handed it to him.Shen Sangcheng caught it in a hurry, brushed the man's rough fingertips by accident, was stunned for a second, and then asked: "How much?"

"Eight yuan and six, I charge you eight yuan."

Has this man always been so forthright in business?Shen Sangcheng couldn't laugh or cry, scanned the QR code and paid.

There was too much wind and rain outside, Shen Sangcheng lowered the umbrella surface very low, but he still couldn't bear the blown water all over his body.

"Hey—wear this!" The man chased him out and handed him a plastic raincoat. "It's a one-off, so wear it. It won't be able to hold up an umbrella in this kind of weather, and you'll be drenched all the way home."

Shen Sangcheng took it without hesitation, and thanked him.

"Too polite." The man tied up the umbrella in twos and twos, stuffed it to him, turned around and ran back to the store in the rain.

The shiny short sleeves were wet and stuck to the back in a thin piece, outlining the tight muscle lines and a slightly broad waist.

Shen Sangcheng took a deep look, he is really a weird person.

2.

About a week later, the "weird man" appeared at the gate of the school, and for the first time, he was dressed in neat clothes - black and white clean sports short-sleeves, oversized pants, and sneakers. He stood energetically waiting for the parents of the elementary school. District, stretch your neck long and look out.

Shen Sangcheng is a math teacher in the first year of high school, so he naturally doesn't care about the affairs of the elementary school, so he glanced at him and started to leave.

Suddenly, a little boy squeezed out from the crowd and hit him hard. Shen Sangcheng staggered and almost knocked over the electric car on the side of the road.

"Be careful."

The man didn't know when he appeared, he held his waist, Shen Sangcheng stood up straight and immediately let go, holding the little boy by the hand, and said without any dignity: "Apologize to uncle."

"sorry."

Shen Sangcheng pushed his glasses and tugged on his suit jacket uncomfortably, "It's okay, next time pay attention to the road."

"Are you... coming to pick up the child?"

The man smiled naively, showing his big white teeth, and said loudly: "Ang, the son of a fellow villager. He and his wife are going to buy goods. They are not at home these few days, so ask me to take care of them."

"Is your child out of school yet?"

Shen Sangcheng's ears hurt from his angry voice, so he stepped back a little and said, "I'm a high school teacher here."

The man's eyes widened slightly, with a respectful attitude on his face, he nodded hastily, "So it's the teacher, no wonder, your temperament is different."

Shen Sangcheng smiled. People of their generation have a very big filter for professions like teachers and doctors, and they unconsciously put on an attitude of being taught, which is actually completely unnecessary.

"Uncle Peng, I'm hungry." The little boy hid behind him, stretched out his hand timidly to hook the man's clothes, and blinked his big eyes to be cute.

The man quickly agreed: "Let's go now. Teacher Shen, you should go back early."

Shen Sangcheng nodded, watching him struggling to move the electric scooter out of a pile of cars, kicking off the support frame, the wheels were deflated the moment he sat down.

The man stepped on the gas and quickly disappeared at the intersection.

3.

There are many exams in high school. Not only the students are tired, but the teachers are also tired. There are electronic card readers in the provincial capital, but it is a pity that they have not been popularized to them. The piles of papers can only be graded by the teacher.

Xia Ping flicked the red pen, stroked it a few times, but there was still no water, so she turned around and asked Shen Sangcheng for a loan.Seeing a photo of a family of three next to his pen holder, he envied and hated, "Sister Shang is married to you, so lucky."

Hearing this, other female teachers in the office echoed: "Mr. Shen is handsome, ambitious, and caring for the family. Even with a lantern, there is no other in the world."

"Don't say that, let your husband know it's a bad thing."

The female teachers roared with laughter.

Shen Sangcheng's skin is good, there is no doubt about it.Peach blossom eyes, single eyelids, thin lips, thin face, the key point is broad shoulders and long body. Wearing a suit, he looks like an elegant and intellectual in a TV series.

Female students are willing to take his class because of his face; male students are also willing to take his class because of Shen Sangcheng's neither sad nor happy, neither anxious nor impatient personality, which makes adolescent boys think that a man with a high IQ is cold and cool.

No matter how difficult or boring mathematics is, as long as Shen Sang is a teacher, he will be the first in the grade in a single subject.

Only Shen Sangcheng didn't realize how handsome he was. He wore a boring suit all the year round, had a rigid style of doing things, and rarely had any vivid expressions on his face.

Like now-

Shen Sangcheng quickly calculated the score, and marked a number on the corner of the scroll, with an uneasy expression.

Standing next to him was an idle male student, his school uniform hanging loosely on his shoulders, as if Shen Sangcheng owed him [-] million.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

"do not know."

Shen Sangcheng flipped through the papers, his tone calm, "Two consecutive monthly exams, plus this mid-term, you won the bottom one in mathematics three times, and the bottom five in your grade."

"..." The boy rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

Shen Sangcheng was not annoyed, and continued: "Choose the first five, fill in the blanks for the first two, the first three for the major questions, and the first question for the finale. At least you can get [-] points."

"...so, 25 maths, how do you do it?"

The boy raised his eyebrows: "Depending on strength."

"..."

Shen Sangcheng slowly closed the pen cap, slowly put down the red pen, blinked his slender and curly eyelashes a few times, finally suppressed his anger, and said calmly: "This weekend's unit test, I won't see your progress anymore, I need to find Talk to your parents."

4.

According to Shen Sangcheng's experience as a teacher over the years, moving his parents out at a critical moment is much more effective than using penalty writing and running around.

Sure enough, the boy scored 92 points in the weekend math quiz, far exceeding his expectations.As a reward, Shen Sangcheng emphasized his praise at the class meeting.

After supervising the evening self-study and leaving get off work, it was already past 09:30 in the night.

Shen Sangcheng twisted the handle, desperately finding that the electric car was out of battery.He pushed and walked for a while, and saw a mobile power bank at the entrance of a store in the market. He threw two coins, then moved his eyes to the deli where the lights were still on, and walked in by a ghost.

The old fan was humming, and the man took out the chair and sat next to the child, looking through the test book with great effort, wondering: "Why do math problems still have letters?"

Shen Sangcheng couldn't hold back his laughter, let him hear him, and shouted loudly: "Teacher Shen is here! Please sit down—"

"No. My electric car is charging next to it. I'm thinking about coming over to see what's delicious, and buy some to take home."

As he said that, Shen Sangcheng came over to look at the exercise book, and asked in surprise, "What grade are you in? You started learning equations so early?"

The little boy played with the pencil in his hand, and replied childishly: "Third grade, the questions are given in the sprint class, I can't..."

Shen Sangcheng possessed himself and took the booklet from Peng Ming's hand, and took a quick look at it. It was really not easy for him at this age, and many questions could be regarded as the level of the first year of junior high school.

"Ms. Shen, can I trouble you to show the child, I don't understand this either..."

Shen Sangcheng agreed, moved out of Xiaomaza, and thought about how to tell him that it would be easier to accept.

After a toss, I don't know how long it took, the phone in the coat pocket kept vibrating, Shen Sangcheng was busy talking about the topic, cut it off, and then called again.

He quickly finished the last steps, distractedly glanced at the note, put down the pen and sent a message first: [The electric car is out of battery, charging here at the store, coming back soon. 】

Shang Mei: [OK. 】

"Understood?" Shen Sangcheng stuffed his phone back and asked.

The little boy nodded, but his eyes seemed to understand, and he didn't force it. After all, these questions were too far beyond his knowledge, and it was understandable that he couldn't absorb them.

Shen Sangcheng stretched his stiff neck and realized that the man had gone. He waited for a while, but no one came back. It was indeed late, so he told the little boy not to run around, and went back to the shop to pick up the car.

"Mr. Shen—Mr. Shen, wait a minute—"

The man ran over panting, with a roast chicken in his hand, and stuffed it into the basket in front of the electric scooter without any explanation.

"This is……"

The man wiped the sweat off his brow embarrassingly, and said out of breath, "Please help me with the presentation, a little thank you."

"No, I can't accept..."

Before the words were finished, the man ran back to the store in a hurry, afraid that he would return the things if he stayed for a second.

Shen Sangcheng looked at the swaying door curtain for a long time, bit his lip and sighed helplessly, then smiled.

5.

As soon as you enter the house, there is a delicious smell of food.

Shang Mei came out of the kitchen with a plate in her hand, looked at the entrance with her head, and said coquettishly: "Next time, charge the battery and ride the bike again, it will delay things."

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The author has something to say:

After thinking about it, let's write the story of the father's generation first, and write the story of Xu Bai and Shen Qingshuo later.

Shen Sangcheng×Peng Ming:

Cold-faced teacher/cold-faced and warm-hearted person×loyal dog, simple and rough guy/deli shop owner Gong