After being forced to become a private tutor

Back at the rental house, He Shuan took out the passbook from the desk drawer.

There is a balance of more than [-] in it, which is the money he has saved from work over the years, and he plans to use it for emergencies.

Thinking of the creditors who were still waiting outside, He Shu'an squeezed the passbook in his hand, turned and went out.

He came to the self-service teller machine of a nearby bank, withdrew 5 yuan and handed it to the tall man.

The tall man counted and said with satisfaction: "Mr. He, your son is really filial."

He Shuan took a light breath, "Don't come to the door again in the future."

The tall man let out a pretentious hey, "We also hope that we don't have to bother Mr. He again next time."

He patted He Shuan on the shoulder, and led his younger brother away.

He Shu'an returned to the rental house, laying on the sofa exhaustedly, the accumulation of events that happened in the day made him unable to breathe.

His father was a gambler, and since his mother passed away, it has become even worse, borrowing money to gamble around, and using him as a guarantor.

Those creditors couldn't find his father, so they could only come to him for money.

Back and forth, He Shu'an had helped his father repay hundreds of thousands.

He reported to the police, but it was useless. The police couldn't catch anyone, and it was impossible to waste police force on him all day, so the creditors continued to come to the door.

Later, because of the school incident, He Shu'an moved out of the local area, and after a few years of cleaning up, he did not expect that the life of debt collection began again.

He Shu'an lay down on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door broke the calm.

He Shu'an supported the sofa and sat up, shaking his dizzy head, the knock on the door continued, he looked at the time on the phone, and guessed that Xie Mingyang had come.

Even if he doesn't want to face it, he can only face it.

As soon as the door opened, Xie Mingyang stood outside with a bright smile, "Teacher, good morning."

Today he was wearing casual light-colored clothes, his sneakers were shiny white, and he was full of energy. His demeanor looked similar to that in high school, but he added a bit of maturity and stability.

He Shuan let go of the doorknob and said calmly, "Come in."

Xie Mingyang smiled, and strode into the room, he noticed the dark blue under He Shuan's eyes, raised his eyebrows and said: "Teacher, your face doesn't seem very pretty."

A look of unnaturalness flashed across He Shu'an's face, "I'm fine."

Xie Mingyang said with a half smile but not a smile: "Could it be that the teacher can't sleep well because I'm going to come home for tutoring?"

He Shuan's body was a little stiff and he didn't answer.

The smile in Xie Mingyang's eyes deepened, his hands were put into his trouser pockets, his upper body was leaned forward, his lips were almost touching his ears, and he said with hot air, "Don't worry, teacher, without your permission, I will never mess around .”

He Shuan's breathing was slightly rapid, he turned his head and said, "Sit for a while, I'll go wash up."

After he finished speaking, he hurried to the bathroom, looking behind him as if he was escaping from something.

After closing the door, He Shuan looked at his haggard face in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh.

After so many years, Xie Mingyang can still easily disturb his thoughts.

Hearing the sound of water flowing from the bathroom, the smile on the corner of Xie Mingyang's mouth gradually faded. He looked at the room in front of him, and while He Shuan was not paying attention, he stretched out his hand to open the door and walked in.

The furnishings in the room are simpler than the living room. At a glance, there is only a bed and a wardrobe. There is an ironing machine next to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, which reveals the meticulous life of the owner.

Xie Mingyang casually picked up some old books on the bedside table, which were high school Chinese textbooks.

It seems that He Shu'an still wants to go back to school and continue to be a teacher.

Xie Mingyang sneered disdainfully, loosened his fingers, and flicked the textbook back.

He came to the bed, picked up the white shirt folded on the pillow, and sniffed it to the tip of his nose. It was filled with a light and delicate fragrance.

He is very familiar with this smell, it is the brand of laundry detergent that He Shuan often uses.

After He Shuan left, this smell made him miss him crazily, and he never wanted to put He Shuan under his body again and fuck him to his heart's content.

It's a pity that he can't be tough on He Shuan yet.

At this moment, He Shu'an's sullen voice suddenly came from behind, "Why did you enter my room without permission?"

Xie Mingyang turned around, raised his hands, and showed an innocent expression, "Teacher, I didn't do it on purpose. Your door was unlocked. I heard a voice, so I came in."

He had an innocent face, even if He Shuan knew he was lying, he couldn't get angry, so he said stiffly: "Come out and go to class."

Xie Mingyang said hello, reluctantly put down the white shirt in his hand, twirled his fingers, and strode out of the room.

The only desk in the living room was cleaned up, and several sets of high school tutoring exercises were stacked together.

Xie Mingyang glanced at it and asked casually: "Teacher, do you want to go back to school and continue class?"

He Shuan's body froze, and he pretended to be calm and opened the textbook, "I don't want to."

"Liar." Xie Mingyang narrowed his eyes, "If you really don't want to, why does the teacher still keep the textbooks taught in high school?"

He Shu'an turned to look at him, with a flush of shame on his face, "How could you rummage through my things?"

Xie Mingyang jumped away from this topic and said confidently: "Teacher, I can help you."

He Shu'an's heart trembled, of course he understood what Xie Mingyang's words meant, and with his current ability, he might be able to do it easily.

He Shuan lowered his head unnaturally, shifted his eyes to the book, and said bluntly: "No need, I'm fine now."

Xie Mingyang had a strange light in his eyes, "Teacher, why can't you tell me the truth?"

"This is the truth." He Shu'an interrupted, as if he was afraid of being seen by Xie Mingyang, "I don't plan to go back to school to teach, and I don't need your charity."

Xie Mingyang's voice sank, "Teacher, do you think I'm giving you alms?"

The deep infatuation in his eyes shocked He Shuan, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a phone ringing interrupted the embarrassing situation.

Xie Mingyang glanced at the notes on the screen and said, "Teacher, I'll answer the phone."

He Shuan nodded.

Xie Mingyang went to the balcony with his mobile phone, and answered the phone with his back to He Shuan.

The sound insulation of this house is not good, and the balcony door is open, so the content of the phone can be clearly transmitted to He Shuan's ears.

He Shu'an couldn't help feeling that Xie Mingyang had really grown up when he heard Xie Mingyang talking calmly and steadily about his work, and he was no longer the aggressive high school student he used to be.

It seems that time can really change a person.

He Shu'an couldn't help thinking, does Xie Mingyang really want to help him?

He Shu'an has never given up on the expectation of going back to school. It has been his dream since he was a child. It is a proud thing to watch the carefully trained students grow into outstanding national pillars under his hands.

But with his ability and the impact of that incident, it is impossible for him to return to school to teach.

After all, no school would be willing to accept a tainted teacher.

Maybe, maybe Xie Mingyang can really help him.

He Shu'an was startled, shook his head vigorously, and couldn't help but feel terrified of his shaking.

Who Xie Mingyang was, he had already seen it clearly five years ago.

How could he expect someone who ruined his life to pull him out of the mud.

Suddenly there were footsteps in front of him, He Shu'an came back to his senses, and saw Xie Mingyang standing in front of him, obviously finished the phone call.

Xie Mingyang smiled deeply, "Teacher, are you eavesdropping on my phone call?"

He Shu'an was a little embarrassed, cleared his throat, "Of course not."

Xie Mingyang said indifferently: "It doesn't matter even if the teacher eavesdrops, I can trust the teacher."

He Shu'an listened to the content of the phone call just now, it seemed that Xie Mingyang had postponed some meeting, he didn't ask, Xie Mingyang seemed to see his thoughts, and took the initiative to confess: "In order to attend the teacher's class, I postponed the meeting."

He Shu'an grasped the pen in his hand, not looking at him, "You don't have to do this, if you are busy, we can adjust the class."

Xie Mingyang leaned forward in front of He Shuan, lowered his voice, and said ambiguously: "No, I hope the first person I see every morning is the teacher."

He Shuan's heart beat faster for no reason, he turned his face away, and said unnaturally: "Okay, it's your freedom to change it or not, let's continue with the class."

Xie Mingyang, however, refused to let him go easily, he pulled He Shuan's shoulder, and met his eyes, "Teacher, what I said is true, I don't care about company meetings at all, the only person I want is you."

He Shuan's heart was pounding, Xie Mingyang's eyes were deep, like a vast starry sky, as if he wanted to suck people in.

In this weird atmosphere, Xie Mingyang slowly lowered his head, his eyes fell on He Shuan's lips.

Just when the two were about to kiss, He Shu'an suddenly pushed him away.

Xie Mingyang couldn't hide the depression in his eyes, and said disappointedly: "Teacher, are you just rejecting me like that?"

He Shu'an swallowed, "Xie Mingyang, you and I are teachers and students, we should keep a proper distance."

It was because he didn't stick to this at the beginning that he ended up being cast aside by thousands of people.

This time he will never make such a low-level mistake again.

The disdain in Xie Mingyang's eyes flashed, "Teacher, we've already slept through, don't you think it's too late to say this?"

He Shuan distanced himself and said calmly: "As long as we don't get entangled with each other anymore, of course it won't be too late."

After finishing speaking, he stopped wasting time, picked up the books on the table, and started to give lectures regardless of whether Xie Mingyang was listening.

Originally thought that Xie Mingyang would get angry, or get up and leave, but he just remained silent for a while, then concentrated and started to listen to the class.

This surprised He Shuan a little.

Not only that, after Xie Mingyang listened to what he said, he would raise his own doubts and ask He Shuan to explain it to him carefully.

In this way, they successfully completed a class.

He Shu'an couldn't help being shaken by his preconceived ideas. At first, he thought that Xie Mingyang insisted on coming to his house to attend classes because of pestering him, but now it seems that he was overthinking.

Maybe Xie Mingyang really made this request in order to concentrate better.

Although this requirement is unreasonable.

Xie Mingyang closed his textbook, glanced at his watch, and stared up at He Shuan with strong desire, as if a wild beast was forced to let go of its prey, and said reluctantly: "Teacher, I should go back to the meeting."

He Shu'an hummed lightly, and buried his head in packing his things.

Xie Mingyang looked at He Shuan's fair and clean side face, his heart moved, and he quickly kissed him superficially on the face, showing a child's smile like eating candy, "Teacher, I'm leaving."

He Shuan held onto the book tightly until the door slammed behind him, and he finally leaned back on the chair as if unable to support himself, feeling endlessly exhausted.

Such capricious Xie Mingyang made him even more overwhelmed.

It took He Shu'an a lot of effort to calm down, and he went out to take a taxi to the training institution.

There is basically no class schedule during the daytime on weekdays. Everyone has nothing to do and spends time at their jobs.

At noon, several female teachers made an appointment to go to a nearby restaurant for dinner, and asked He Shuan if they wanted to go together.

He Shu'an is not used to getting along with too many people, especially women, there must be a lot of inconvenience after eating a meal.

After thinking about it, he still planned to go home to cook and take a nap to replenish his energy.

On the way back, he stopped by the supermarket to buy some ingredients. He lived alone these years, and his cooking skills have improved a lot.

Coming out of the elevator, He Shu'an looked down for the keys while walking towards the house, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a tall and healthy figure standing at the door of his house.

He Shuan raised his head, his heart constricted for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Xie Mingyang's eyes fell on the ingredients He Shuan was carrying, and he smiled and said, "Teacher, do you mind if I come for lunch?"