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In the summer of City D, the weather is completely clear and rainy for a while, making it impossible to figure it out.

The sun was still shining brightly when Han Qingyan went out in the morning, but in the afternoon, it was overcast before class was over.

Han Qingyan took advantage of the spare time when he asked students to do exercises in class, recalled the things he packed when he went out in the morning, and then confirmed that he really didn't bring an umbrella.

He looked at the sky again, and he didn't know whether it was his illusion or real, he always felt as if he heard a muffled sound of thunder coming from the depths of the dark clouds.

Han Qingyan comforted the cliff in his heart because he was thinking too much, didn't there be any sign of thunder just now, hehehe.

As he thought this way, a clear "rumbling" sound came from outside the window that made him unable to deceive himself. Han Qingyan stared at the sky that was obviously a little darker than before, and estimated the time for class to end again. Finally Calmly accepted the result that he had to go all the way back to school.

In fact, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened. In the past, when the substitute teacher encountered heavy rain, it was no problem to go all the way back to change clothes and take a hot shower. It's just that I always feel that this time I seem to be a little more looking forward to it.

What are you looking forward to?

Han Qingyan would never admit that he was looking forward to the hypocritical and idiosyncratic scene in the novel - Qi Chufan came to pick him up and go back to school.

The muffled sound of thunder continued to be heard in the distant sky outside the window, and the sky became darker and darker.The lights were turned on in the bright and spacious classroom in the afternoon, and Han Qingyan leaned against the window sill next to the podium, looking up at the sky slightly.His already paralyzed expression matched this posture with a somewhat melancholy aesthetic.

It's just that his students are still a group of children, and they can't understand this kind of beauty for the time being.

So when he was depressed, he heard a child in the first row ask innocently and cutely: "Teacher, are the clothes that are hanging in your house confiscated?"

After thinking for a while, Han Qingyan suddenly found that the clothes hanging on the balcony of the dormitory seemed to have been confiscated: "..."

He kept his face paralyzed, nodded earnestly at the child who spoke to him just now, and said, "It is indeed confiscated."

"Does the teacher want to go back to collect the clothes?" The little boy stared at Han Qingyan with a pair of big round eyes, as cute as he could be.It's just that when Han Qingyan was about to answer him, the little boy continued: "If the teacher goes home to collect the clothes, can we finish class early?"

Han Qingyan, a certain teacher who felt as if he was rejected by his students: "..."

My child, you have shown your distaste for this lesson so openly, are you really not afraid that I will wear small shoes for you?

Thinking this way, Han Qingyan said to the little boy who was looking forward to leaving get out of class early with a straight face, "Are you in a hurry to go back and collect your clothes?"

The little boy smiled at him and shook his head, shrank his neck and obediently went to write the paper.

After Han Qingyan watched them write the paper for a few minutes, he took out his mobile phone and pressed a text message to Qi Chufan.The content is just a few words: It's going to rain, male god, you have to remember to collect your clothes.

A few seconds after the text message was sent, before Han Qingyan had time to put the phone in his pocket, he felt it vibrate in his hand.

Qi Dashen is still a good boyfriend who answers text messages in seconds.Of course, Han Qingyan often thinks his style is because he really has nothing to do every day, and the only pleasure he has every day is holding his mobile phone and waiting for text messages, so he can ignore them.

At least Han Qingyan didn't say it, Qi Chufan always felt that the little teacher would definitely think that he cared a lot about the little teacher's performance.

No nonsense.

Han Qingyan swiped his finger on the screen, and after unlocking it, he looked at the text message that Qi Dashen replied, and suddenly felt that the whole person became ashamed.Qi Chufan's reply was as follows: I've already put away my clothes, it's going to rain, have you brought an umbrella?

As I have said before, Han's brain-dead fans are the most amazing skills that can make male gods fly in fright, because of his divine association and endless brain supplementation.So the moment Han Qingyan saw this text message, a heart-warming story was automatically filled in his mind.Even the final scene where he and Qi Chufan shared an umbrella and hugged each other and kissed was well imagined.

If you want to give this story a name, it should be: The male god squeezes the subway in the rain, only to send an umbrella to pick up his lover.

The title doesn't rhyme very much, but it's enough to understand the meaning.

Han Qingyan thought about it for a while, then he realized that he hadn't replied to Qi Chufan's text message after thinking so much.

He quickly poked "I didn't bring an umbrella, are you coming to pick me up?", but when he was about to click on the small green envelope symbol behind the text, his paw stopped again.

Han Qingyan thought very seriously, would he look sissy if he sent this sentence out, but would he look hypocritical if he didn't?

No matter how you think about it, it seems like you know it, so Han Qingyan calmed down.

He thought about it, edited the sentence just now, and clicked the button to send the text message.

Compared with Qi Chufan's speed of replying in seconds, Han Qingyan's speed of replying to text messages after making up a stalk can be described as slow speed, but fortunately Qi Chufan will not think that this is the little teacher's treatment of him. As far as Qi Dashen is concerned, as long as the little teacher replies to him, he will feel and be happy.

Qi Chufan glanced at the sentence on the phone that the little teacher just sent: I didn't bring an umbrella, so I might go back later.

This sentence is very stylish, without showing any intention of being picked up, but it clearly expresses the situation of not holding an umbrella.To sum it up - I'm like this now, what to do is up to you dear~

Great God Qi felt that he had comprehended the deep meaning of this sentence. In fact, this was also one of the few times when Great God Qi understood correctly since the two had been dating for so long.

He took out two black folding umbrellas from Han Qingyan's cabinet, and when he was about to close the cabinet and go out, he stopped suddenly.Qi Dashen thought for a while, then silently put back the two umbrellas in his hand.

If you can hold an umbrella together to bring the distance closer, but you have to bring two umbrellas to pick up people, then you must be an idiot who doesn't explain.

Qi Chufan thought that he was just a joke, not a fool.

When he was going out, he poked Han Qingyan into a text message, the content was as simple as six characters and two punctuation: Oh, then come back early.

From the perspective of a *wen master, Qi Chufan felt that a little surprise was needed at this time, after all, the sugar would be sweeter after a slap.

Is it really sweeter?

Qi Dashen thought about this question for a while, and then felt that these are all details, so don't care about it. After all, you have to look at HE in life to feel that the world is full of sunshine.

It's just that Qi Dashen thought well, but when Han Qingyan saw the news, he was in a bad mood.

In his heart, Han Qingyan burst out with Qi Chufan as the target, and how many countries cursed him, but in the end, all these words were gathered into one word - fuck!

Qi Chufan, the grandson, said every day that he liked him nicely, but he didn't cherish such an opportunity to increase his favorability at all. Thanks to his many years of writing novels, he didn't know how to grasp such an obvious warm stalk live!

But such bloody plots basically don't appear in the novels of male gods...

After thinking about it this way, Han Qingyan suddenly felt that he seemed to understand a little bit. It seems that the male god doesn't know how to brush the warmth value and other small flaws. It seems that he can accept it?

fart!It’s because I can’t accept my boyfriend would rather play computer games at home than come home without an umbrella, okay?

The male god is a scum, he almost wants to trample off his lower body, leaving only two paws to write.

As Han Qingyan thought about it, he couldn't stop running wildly.He galloped away towards a bloody and violent direction that the following children couldn't bear to look at.

After a while of muffled thunder, heavy raindrops followed one after another.

The sky, which was still a little bright, quickly darkened, and the sky was basically the same as the usual evening.Raindrops hit the window with a crackling sound. Just listening to this sound, Han Qingyan seemed to see the scene where he was drenched as soon as he went out.

This sadistic feeling made him want to trample Qi Chufan to death even more.

Han Qingyan felt all kinds of irritability, so he heard the little boy sitting in the first row speak in a low voice again, saying, "Teacher, we have already written exercises for 10 minutes."

A certain irresponsible teacher Han Qingyan who dragged the 10-minute practice time into 10 minutes just thinking about his bad-hearted male god: "..."

The little boy looked at Han Qingyan's silent and serious expression, and couldn't tell whether the teacher was happy or angry.He blinked and tentatively said, "Teacher, shall we still have class?"

Han Qingyan glanced down at the time on his watch, there was still half an hour before get out of class ended.While silently looking forward to the beautiful scene of the rain stopping after class, he said to the child who had just spoken: "Are you really in a hurry to go home and collect your clothes?"

The little boy grinned at Han Qingyan, then lowered his head and pretended to read a book.

Han Qingyan finally gave up brain supplements and started teaching again. Chinese tutoring classes basically have no interesting content for children. Before reading an article and finding it interesting, you will be asked the author like this What is the purpose of writing? Even Han Qingyan himself finds it hypocritical and annoying.

But as a teacher, even if you don't like it, you have to take it seriously.

Based on this idea, Han Qingyan talked about it until the get out of class bell rang, but he still felt that the time passed quickly.

Han Qingyan sighed inwardly as he watched the torrential rain still beating on the window.

I hope I don't catch a cold when I shower today.