Where are the most beautiful seasons

Ninth Middle School is a national key middle school. It has maintained a 80.00% undergraduate admission rate and an [-]% undergraduate admission rate for several consecutive years. More than [-] students are admitted to Tsinghua University, Peking University, Fudan University and Hong Kong University every year.Such a proud achievement is the brilliance created by all the members of the Ninth Middle School. It is a towering tree that all the teachers and students have poured with blood and hard work year after year.Here is the most efficient teaching management, the most advanced teaching concept, the most complete teaching facilities, the most awesome teaching team, here is the most beautiful dream, the purest passion, the most flying personality, the strongest color, the most With sweat and tears, every member of Jiuzhong has the same belief: all the dedication and hard work are for a youth without regrets.So, they fought hard, they struggled, they ran against the wind, and they tried their best.

So, when Wu Xie stood by the playground at five o'clock in the morning and watched the group of children running and jumping against the rising sun, trying hard for their own goals, he couldn't help but think of his three years in the ninth middle school, and couldn't help feeling excited. : Damn, Third Uncle, an old bastard, actually manages Ninth Middle School so well.

The sports meeting is the most anticipated large-scale event for the students, and it is the focus of work throughout October. The student department takes the lead in the sports team, and the vice principals and head teachers and deputy head teachers fully cooperate. Many trivial matters fall on Wu Xie. He was so busy with the training of new teachers that he didn't catch his breath in this month.

Originally, students who had projects in the morning were training on the playground. The school required all physical education teachers to follow the guidance throughout the process. Stare at the playground.Wu Xie is a new teacher, not burdened by family affairs, and has the unique condition of "living in school", so when Ah Ning came to his office to ask him to arrange morning work, Wu Xie felt quite manly.After Ah Ning left, Wu Xie complained to classmate Wang Mengmeng with a bitter face: New teacher training is needed at night, and I have to read pedagogical psychology when I take time out of class during the day, and I have to do coolies this morning. Am I sold to the No. [-] Middle School?I'm busier fucking than the principal, and I don't even have time for a date.Wang Mengmeng was very gloating and couldn't grasp the key point. He was obsessed with the key word "dating", gossiped for a while, and joked with Wu Xie that you were originally occupied at night, but this time you just woke up early. Go on a date early in the morning!

Wu Xie couldn't wait to reply with one sentence: I was as tired as a dog from morning to night, so I don't have any energy left!

Since I have to go to the playground at [-] o'clock every day, most of the physical education teachers live in the temporary dormitory of the teachers' dormitory. They all know Wu Xie very well. They can't see each other on the same floor. They often go to Wu Xie's place before going to bed. Let's chat, in this way, Wu Xie couldn't find a chance to sneak to Zhang Qiling's house at night - he couldn't explain why he would get up at four o'clock in the morning and go home at night, and he couldn't explain that he would go out to meet girls.It just so happened that on the weekend of that week, Wu Xie was carried by the queen mother to a distant relative in Lin City to attend the wedding on Friday night, and then was detained by the queen mother, and rushed to school on Monday morning.

Teacher Xiao Wu, who just started falling in love, has no time to date, and can only watch the girl dangling in front of her eyes every day, but she can't touch her hands or eat her mouth. The feeling...not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

The basic skills competition for new teachers in the city will start in mid-November. Zhang Qiling is in charge of training new teachers, so there is no exclusive administrative duty this month. It is enough to sit in the back of the small conference room every night and say nothing. The new teacher in front fell silent.

Wu Xie was okay when he was being drilled, anyway, he didn't have eyes in the back of his head, even if the scorching gaze on his body could burn a hole in his back, at least he could stand up straight.But when training others...Wu Xie didn't dare to lift his head when he stood in front of the podium. As long as his eyes met, his eyes immediately glued together, and then, a prairie fire burned his eyeballs red.

During the break between classes, Wu Xie rushed to the toilet to cool down like burning his butt.

"Wu Xie." Xie Ziyang suddenly moved to Wu Xie's side, unbuttoned his pants and pinched him at the waist.

"You fucking!" Wu Xie was unprepared, suddenly startled, the hand holding the bird shook, and almost urinated outside the urinal.

Wu Xie has itchy flesh on his waist, others don't know about it, but Xie Ziyang and him have been playing together since they were young, and they are too familiar with each other, so they pinched it to the most unbearable place for him.

"Stop making trouble...fuck...don't..." Wu Xie staggered, holding his body while freeing one hand to grab Xie Ziyang's pants.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the itch in his waist, he also wanted to pull Xie Ziyang's pants down. This desperate style of play is the ultimate move that Wu Xie has summed up in the long-term battle with Xie Ziyang since he was a child - I itch, I endure, you he Try fucking bare ass!

Sure enough, Xie Ziyang let go of Wu Xie's waist, and turned to pull up his pants, cursing as he pulled, "Aside from pulling your pants, can you fucking use other tricks?"

Now that Wu Xie had finished urinating, he pulled down Xie Ziyang's pants coldly while wearing his belt. Seeing that he almost peed outside the urinal too, he gloated and said, "Talk about me, you can fucking play Isn’t it a new trick? You’ve been pinching me since you were a child, and you’ve been pinching me for 20 years, can you fucking grow up?”

Xie Ziyang also finished peeing, holding his trousers in one hand, and waving his other hand in order to find an opening to come again, when he saw a few male teachers rushing in, and hurriedly stopped his hands to fasten his belts.

Wu Xie turned her head to look, and quickly nodded to the teachers who came in, saying hello: "Mr. Li, Mr. Wang, Mr. Zhao...uh...Mr. Zhang..."

Zhang Qiling walked behind several teachers, first nodded to Xie Ziyang who was greeting him, then his eyes fell on Wu Xie, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he said in an official tone: "Teacher Wu, you have worked hard."

"No hard work, no hard work...Mr. Zhang...that...you are busy...I'll go first!" Wu Xiewan didn't expect that Zhang Qiling would talk to him, let alone that someone like him would use an official accent, so he didn't know it on the spot How should I react, said something incoherent, and hurried out.

Xie Ziyang came out right after him. Seeing that Wu Xie had already left for the small meeting room, he hurriedly chased after him a few steps, and said, "Did you step on your tail?" In front of Xie, "I haven't gone to class yet, let's smoke a cigarette."

Wu Xie smiled, took one in his mouth, and the two walked across the small conference room to the corridor, and stopped in front of the anti-theft door of the financial room.

"It's a fucking busy day, and I don't even have time to play World of Warcraft." Xie Ziyang lit a cigarette for Wu Xie, then lowered his head to light it for himself, took a puff and said, "Whenever you are free, come home. The last time I said I would go on November, you actually went on a fucking trip... My mother misses you."

"Yeah!" Wu Xie smiled embarrassedly, "Then what...do you like the pair of shoes you brought last time?"

"Why don't you like it? How much are those shoes?" It's okay not to mention it, but when it was mentioned, Xie Ziyang suddenly became angry, "...I don't know how to save money by myself, is your monthly salary enough? "

"Damn! Can you not control me like an old mother? I respect my aunt, expensive, I am happy!" Wu Xie fell back and leaned against the wall.

"Who the hell wants to control you? The third master's family is powerful, so he doesn't care about such a small amount of money!"

Wu Xie was stunned immediately.

He and Xie Ziyang have played together since they were young, and they both treat each other's home as their own. No matter how powerful and powerful Wu Xie's family is, Wu Xie's parents treat Xie Ziyang like their own sons. Anyone can tease Wu Xie like this , but he, Xie Ziyang, should never have said such a thing.

Wu Xie blinked twice, staring at Xie Ziyang, and when he came to his senses, he jumped up from the wall: "Your mother, Xie Ziyang! I've always been such a prodigal, the first fucking day you met me?"

After saying that, Xie Ziyang regretted it. He took a deep breath of the cigarette, raised his hand and patted Wu Xie on the shoulder, turned around and leaned against the wall, and lowered his voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that , These two days... the words are a little rushed."

Wu Xie took a few deep breaths, then waved his hands and said, "Forget it... what happened these few days?"

"It's nothing..." Xie Ziyang changed the subject, "I saw you on the playground last morning, why did I see you again today? Aining won't come for a change?"

"What to change! She's a girl...the sports meeting is coming soon, and there are a lot of things in the class...I live on campus, so I have nothing to do..."

"Then you agree? When will you change your inability to refuse others? It's like killing you to get you up early! I don't know you yet?" Xie Ziyang suddenly remembered something, and said, "You Don't let me bring you breakfast, have you eaten yourself?"

"You're still talking about me! Haven't you been staring at the playground? Why didn't I see you swapping with the head teacher!" Wu Xie teased Xie Ziyang.

"Can I be the same as you? I'm in No. [-] Middle School, and I have to work hard. Do you need to work so hard? Who can do anything to you? I don't believe that Principal Zhang can really kick you out." Xie Ziyang said excitedly. Knowing what to say, another sentence popped up, "I said, why the hell can't you continue to play around like you used to?"

Wu Xie wanted to get mad at first, but after hearing the last sentence, he suddenly became angry: "Why the hell am I fooling around?" Thinking of Xie Ziyang's resentment to him just now, Wu Xie immediately added another sentence , "Oh, I see, look at my good work, I will climb faster in the future, you are jealous of me!"

If anyone else said this, Wu Xie would definitely think that person had bad intentions, but Xie Ziyang said that Wu Xie only thought that his old mother's attributes broke out again-you are so fucking afraid that I am tired, I'm a big old man, I wake up early and I'm exhausted, why don't you explain to me, mother!

As expected, Xie Ziyang was overwhelmed by the shock, his whole face turned dark, looking at Wu Xie's laughing face, he really loved and hated him, held back for a long time, pointed at Wu Xiexu twice, turned and left.

Wu Xie laughed, took two puffs of his cigarette, put the butt out on the trash can next to him, and followed Xie Ziyang into the small meeting room.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the training was finally over, Wu Xie dilly-dally packed up his scattered things on the desk, and greeted the teacher who was going out.

Finally, only Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling were left in the small meeting room, looking at each other from a distance with desks and chairs.

"Why don't you leave?" Wu Xie felt unnaturally stared at by Zhang Qiling, turned around to pick up the copybook on the blackboard, and saw that Zhang Qiling had come to the podium.

Zhang Qiling didn't answer, picked up the writing brush on the lecture table, dipped it in the inkstone, and wrote the word "Wu Xie" casually on the spread out rice paper.

Wu Xie smiled when she saw it: "Not bad, I have some skills, have you practiced?"

Zhang Qiling said: "I practiced with Uncle Li for a while...how about you, how long have you been practicing?"

"Five years old! After so many years in elementary school, this is the only thing I have practiced. You don't know, I won the first prize in the provincial calligraphy competition."

"I know."

"you know?"

"I've seen your file."

"Oh, yes." Wu Xie almost forgot about it.

As the relationship between the two grows stronger, many small details that were previously ignored, now feel different when I think about it.

Wu Xie put the pen into the brush washer to wash it, and said, "Principal Zhang is using his power for personal gain and abusing his personal power! How about it, look at the file...wow...so many advantages...don't you like it?"

"I like it even if I don't read the files."

"You..." Wu Xie stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Zhang Qiling, his tone was full of complacency, "You are blind worship."

"I've never seen anyone wrong."

"At that time, you saw that I had the potential to bend?" Wu Xie was surprised.

"No." Zhang Qiling also put the pen in his hand into the pen wash to rinse it, "You are as straight as this pen."

Metaphor hey!

Wu Xie couldn't help laughing, his face was still tense, pretending to blame: "Then you still break."

"But your heart..." Zhang Qiling lifted the pen from the washer, "Like this."

Wu Xie followed Zhang Qiling's gaze to look at the not-so-clean tip of the pen, and there was still a stream of black water flowing down the tip of the pen, and he was immediately dissatisfied: "Black?"

Zhang Qiling smiled, shook his wrist and flicked the water on the pen tip twice, grabbed Wu Xie's arm, and used a little residual ink on the arm exposed under the sleeve rolled up to the elbow, with a penetrating force With the strength of the bones, write down the words "Zhang Qiling".

"It's soft, the whole person is straight and straight rather than bent...but the heart is soft, just like your handwriting, the strokes are thin and straight, but the turning points hide the front and reveal the front, both are hard on the outside and soft on the inside. During the interview, you write 'teacher' Or parents' heart' words, I decided to keep you."

"During the emotional interview, you didn't want me at all? Then you asked so many bullshit questions to tease me?" Wu Xie's ear was a little red, and his expression was awkward and exaggerated. He was so moved that he was about to cry. He insisted on saying something vague, "...Oh, I understand, you saw my handwriting well, and you remembered the task given to you by my third uncle. Although this is not a teacher's one, you can get the 'new Make up the number in the Teacher's Basic Skills Contest, otherwise the whole army will be wiped out this year, it's hard to explain, right!"

Zhang Qiling smiled slightly, and didn't bother with him. He took a brush and drew a few times on Wu Xie's arm horizontally and vertically, and said, "Do you know what I was thinking when I sat in the back just now?"

"What are you thinking about?" Wu Xie's arm was itchy from Zhang Qiling's drawing, and while pulling his arm back, he tried to grab the pen.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were getting darker, he looked down at the pen that Wu Xie had snatched away, grabbed Wu Xie's hand and swiped it on the back of his hand twice, then slowly approached Wu Xie, and kissed Wu Xie's blushing ear. Said something softly.

Wu Xie blinked expressionlessly, and exploded instantly!

Uncle Zhang's!Are you a hooligan?

The anger that could not be suppressed soared to Lao Gao, Wu Xie glanced outside the door, then glared at Zhang Qiling with hatred, and stuffed the things on the table into the backpack indiscriminately: "Go to your place, or go I'm there, or go out and open a room."

"Go to my place." Zhang Qiling rushed to tidy up as much as possible before Wu Xie stuffed things into the backpack.

There were still a few pieces of written paper left on the table, a brush of black water for washing, and an inkstone inkstone. Wu Xie said, "I'll clean it up tomorrow morning." He took Zhang Qiling's hand and ran out of the small meeting room.

When they arrived at Zhang Qiling's house, Wu Xie rushed in and drew the curtains. Before he could turn around, he was hugged by Zhang Qiling and fell into the big sofa in the living room.

"Well……"

Is this the rhythm of the first shot?

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Wu Xie was so angry that he stared at Zhang Qiling's thick face, and finally asked the sky speechlessly—is it natural for a paralyzed face to play hooligans!

"Wu Xie, will you regret it?"

"Huh?" Wu Xie turned her head so that she couldn't be provoked and could hide it. After hearing this, she turned to look at Zhang Qiling again, "What?"

"Will you regret it?"

"What do you regret?" Wu Xie asked.

"a lot of."

"A lot?" Wu Xie smiled, "How many?"

Zhang Qiling stopped talking, just hugged Wu Xie's waist, and kissed his back one after another.

Wu Xie grabbed Zhang Qiling's left hand, opened it finger by finger, then stretched out his right hand, and clasped them tightly.

Will you regret it?I don't know about the future, I will tell you when I really regret it.

That night, Wu Xie slept very deeply. Since she hadn't moved since lying on the bed, when she was woken up by the alarm clock of her mobile phone, she twisted her neck a few times and couldn't turn to the bedside table.

Wu Xie's alarm clock is usually set three times. I don't know which time it is. Although his whole body is very stiff, Wu Xie still stretches his arms hard to reach the phone, for fear of waking up Zhang Qiling.

"You continue to sleep, I'll go to the playground." Zhang Qiling stopped the ringtone of the phone.

"Huh?" Wu Xie followed the voice, twisted her neck vigorously, and finally saw Zhang Qiling standing beside the bed buttoning the shirt on his wrist.

Huh?Wu Xie felt that he was dreaming, so he quickly reached out and touched the other side of the bed.

"I cooked a pot of porridge in the rice cooker, you get up and eat."

Porridge?

"There's bread in the fridge."

bread?

"There are eggs in the porridge."

egg?

Sure enough, it was a dream, and Wu Xie fell asleep peacefully.

When the alarm clock rang again, Wu Xie sat up from the bed in a jerk, and turned to look to the side. Sure enough, there was no one, and then picked up the phone to check, it was six forty.

Fortunately, there is no morning reading today, and it is too late to enter the school gate at 07:30.

Wu Xie buried her face in the pillow and laughed silly, hey, it's great to have a wife, not only to be a strong man for her husband, but also to prepare breakfast for her.

Porridge - hey!

Bread - hey hey hey!

Eggs - hey hey hey!

Wu Xie's belly was so full that she hung on the chair and hiccupped.

Wang Mengmeng couldn't take it anymore, and cast a disgusted look at Wu Xie: "It's almost done! The first class is over, you just ate a lot, you should digest it!"

"Get out!" Wu Xie flew over to a folder.

Wang Mengmeng caught it with his hands, and glanced again: "I said, what did you eat in the morning? Hey... I said, I also read the tomb robbery novel you mentioned earlier. Isn't there a kind of snake in it that can burrow into it?" Lay eggs in people's stomachs, and then..."

"Die!" Wu Xiexi nearly vomited.

"Then what did you eat?"

"Porridge, bread, and eggs." Wu Xie couldn't help it, and was still terrified.

"Porridge, bread and eggs?" Wang Mengmeng raised his head with a look of disdain, "That's all? Just keep you like this?"

"Ah! Okay?"

"What's so good! It's not salty at all, can you swallow it? At least some pickles or something... Let me say, where did you eat it?"

Yes!How did you swallow it?White porridge, white bread, white boiled eggs...

However, the taste is different.

The porridge is cooked in that bottle,

White bread, which the bottle used to eat,

Boiled eggs in boiled water were peeled and heated in the porridge from the bottle.

In the past, every time he saw the advertisement of Yinlu Babao Congee, Wu Xie would complain:

Yinlu - the taste of love.

A porridge can taste like a fart. If it has a taste, it must be the taste of preservatives.

Today, Wu Xie ate a bowl of white rice porridge that was not as good as others' Yinlu, and it turned out to be romantic and artistic. Anyway, there are some red beans and mung beans in the eight-treasure porridge, which is a bit sweet. There is no dry choke.

After this incident, Wu Xie realized:

There is never a lack of beauty in life, but a lack of eyes to discover beauty. (Rhodan)

same,

There is never a lack of love in the world, but a lack of hearts to feel love. (language teacher language)

If you feel that life is hard, it is definitely because your realm is not high enough. (Wu Xieyu)

Enlightened, Wu Xie took out his mobile phone and sent a text message: Can we buy some pickled mustard in the future?

After a while, the text message came back: OK.