my high math teacher

It seems that the short-haired woman will also be included in my investigation target list.Judging by her age, she should be a little younger than Shang Yiluan, and the class size she teaches is also a little smaller than Shang Yiluan. Perhaps, her teaching experience is still very shallow, so she is considered a novice?And is she also a high math teacher?Since there is only a slight difference in thickness between the advanced mathematics exercise book and the modern exercise book, it is really difficult for me who is tens of meters away and short-sighted.

But if she is also a high math teacher, then why did Yiluan have no class when they had it?And why did Shang Yiluan have so few classes this semester?

With heartache and doubts, I asked my classmates for the high mathematics books and workbooks of the year. I have made up my mind to go to class on the third and fourth quarters on Thursday.

However, early Thursday morning, I once again experienced the scene I least wanted to see.Shang Yiluan sent the short-haired woman to Sanjiao again, and then drove back to Shaw by himself.As a result, my previous guess has been basically confirmed. The reason why I couldn't find her in the third teaching last Thursday was because she really didn't have a morning class, and she parked the car in front of the third teaching. Because it was too troublesome to drive back and forth, I chose to walk.

The position of the heart throbbed violently, and I went back to my classroom with my hands on my chest, feeling pain all over my body and heart.

After class, I traveled through the crowds to 105, and the classroom was almost full.I found a seat in the penultimate row and sat down, the mask still covering my face.I don't want her to recognize me, but I hope sitting among these big boys makes me stand out a little.

While waiting anxiously, I frantically sent messages to my roommate with my mobile phone to relieve my tension.However, my typing hands are shaking.

She finally walked into the classroom, wearing a big pink padded sweater, black leggings, and the same pair of yellow boots on her feet.

Standing behind the multimedia desk and fiddling with PPT gave me a feeling of a world away, because she never used a computer when she gave us a lecture two years ago, and I didn't even see her use it when I went to the class a year ago.So, when did she get used to this way of teaching?

When the class bell rang, she first answered the students' problems when they were doing their homework.It seems that nothing has changed, and she is still so dazzling on the podium.Listening to her class is a kind of enjoyment, but unfortunately, I never cherished it two years ago.

The books I finally bought are useless, because their books are different from mine back then, not only the cover is different, the book is also thicker, and it is the first volume.

The eyes are fixed on the PPT, and occasionally the eyes will boldly fall on her.I noticed her hands, which were slender, straight and slender besides fair skin.What's more, one day last semester, under some inadvertent circumstances, I was lucky enough to touch her hand.The icy muscle and bone-like touch is still unforgettable to me, and I naturally hope that one day I will have the opportunity to taste Fangze again.

The tension didn't go away with time, and aside from the occasional daring, my eyes were mostly stuck on my phone screen.I dare not sit too straight or raise my head too high, for fear that she will notice my presence at any moment, even though it is very likely that she already knows.

The mobile phone was firmly in my hand, and I tried to muster up the courage to secretly take pictures of her several times, but I still failed to follow the plan because I was worried that my behavior would be disgusted by her.

The time passed very quickly in the anxiety. When I turned on the screen of the mobile phone again, the time had come to 10:30, and there were only 15 minutes left before get out of class ended.And I only recorded a 19-second video and took two photos in half an hour.

There's not much time left because I'm only going to dawdle for a quarter.I was so nervous that my hands never stopped shaking, and I didn't have the courage to sit here for 1 hour and 40 minutes.

Mustering up the courage to pick up the phone, I continued with the little unknown secret.But the moment she turned her head, I lowered my arms guiltily.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and I quickly packed my schoolbag, but she didn't walk out of the classroom as usual, but still stood in front of the podium and fiddled with the computer, then opened a can of Red Bull and took a few sips.

My heart was up and down, because every time she raised her head to drink a drink, her eyes would drift to where I was sitting.

Finally, when she walked out of the classroom with her mobile phone, the first time she turned around, I grabbed my schoolbag and stood up, ready to escape.The boy next to him was sleeping on the table, I woke him up sorry, and then fled through the door.

A whole corridor away, I stood where she couldn't notice and waited silently for the class bell to ring, but she still seemed to notice me.The next second when our eyes met, I hurriedly hid aside, and comforted myself with a guilty conscience that she should not be able to see me clearly from such a distance.

The melodious bell finally rang through the entire teaching building. I let go of my pace and came to the door of 105 in a fair manner.Her voice was amplified by a loudspeaker and penetrated into my ears through the door. I lay on the door and listened quietly with contentment.

With a broad smile on my face, I turned around calmly, taking this opportunity to spy on her car again.

The bottle of Kang S Fu milk tea is still in the place where I saw it last time. I don't know if it has been replaced with a new one or it has not been touched.There was an extra high-level math workbook on the passenger seat, the third edition with a green cover, just like the one we used in class two years ago.

Everything is clear. If I guessed correctly, this worn-out high-level math exercise book probably belongs to that short-haired woman.Therefore, it also means that Shang Yiluan no longer teaches advanced mathematics 3 this semester, but advanced mathematics 1 or 2. This can also explain why she has a different path from other teachers, and it can also explain why she has a one-week There are only two classes.

However, I didn't feel happy at all, because the relationship between her and the short-haired woman seemed to be more complicated and confusing.

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The temperature rose back to zero without knowing it. On this day, all our 14th grade students took photos for their graduation certificates.

After eating, I sat alone in the dormitory, listening to the sound of dripping water outside, like it was raining.After I changed my trousers, it was already dark, and my muscles ached all over my body due to continuous desk work.Standing up, I bounced and stretched my muscles, and suddenly remembered the basketball that I had forgotten.

Fully charged, taking the opportunity not to disturb the downstairs, I played to my heart's content in the dormitory, experiencing the long-lost wonderful feeling of basketball rubbing between my palms.

I was immersed in a good feeling and suddenly found a puddle of water on the floor of the dormitory. When I traced it, I found that it flowed from the balcony.When I opened the balcony door, I was shocked by the sight in front of me. The entire balcony floor was covered with water, and the water flowed into the room through the door frame.

After a brief moment of being at a loss, I took the basin and the scrubber and started to scoop water.One basin after another, and after pouring three full basins of water, I was able to stand on the ground of the balcony.There are a lot of sundries piled up on the balcony, so I hurriedly moved these items that are afraid of water into the room.

After careful observation, I found that the water flowed in from the outdoor platform through the gaps in the wall, and the culprit was naturally the high temperature during the day.Otherwise, it would be so late, and normally the water in the platform should have frozen again.

At the same time, I contacted my roommates and asked them to come back quickly for repairs. When I finished pouring the fourth pot of water, someone from the student department came. She asked me about the situation and then started calling the teacher of the life department.Meanwhile, the seepage continues, at an astonishingly rapid pace.

The roommates came back one after another, and people from the student department came to our dormitory one after another, but it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and I knew that this problem could not be solved today.

Fortunately, after the fifth pot of water was poured, the water situation was suppressed.The outdoor temperature began to drop rapidly, and the sound of dripping water outside the window became weaker and weaker.Huh~ All of us breathed a sigh of relief. This is probably the first time in my life that I like the temperature to stay below zero.

After washing up, the six of them went to bed one after another. Even if the water leak continued tomorrow, they could at least sleep until 8 o'clock before getting up to tidy up.

When I opened the balcony door, I was stunned by the sight in front of me. The entire floor of the balcony was frozen, and a large icicle with a diameter of more than [-] centimeters was formed in the southeast corner, and the water dripping from the roof was still gradually falling. The height of the accumulated icicles.

The roof inside the dormitory was also seeping water, and a crack formed between the beds of Ah Rao and Slowly dripping water continuously. I climbed up the ladder and carefully checked the situation on the roof.A large piece of wall skin suddenly fell off and hit the bed slowly. In an instant, the whole bed was covered with white ash.

A sense of guilt welled up in my heart, because I was the only one left in the dormitory, and I was the instigator of such a serious accident.Before I could come up with a solution, I suddenly found that the dripping speed was faster, and then a huge water column spewed out from the hole in the roof...

I woke up suddenly, it turned out that it was just a dream.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

After calming down for a while, I climbed out of bed and opened the balcony door. I was relieved to see that there was no standing water on the ground.

When the time came to 10:[-], the snow on the roof began to tick again.The cleaning aunts came to see it just now, and they said that this situation can only wait until the masters come in the afternoon. The ice in the slow platform cannot be shoveled out, so they can only drain the drain.

After a while, I heard a loud voice outside the window.Opening the curtains, four boys were standing on the platform cleaning up the melted snow and ice, but no one expected that there was a layer of ice under the melted ice, which was formed by the melted water freezing again at night.The ice was so thick and hard that with only a shovel they had no point of entry.

After half an hour, another old man appeared on the slow platform. He was seen holding a long ice pick and knocking in the ice for a while, and then disappeared.

Not long after, snowflakes floated outside the window, and it seemed that the temperature was about to drop again.My mood is a little more relaxed, anyway, it is impossible to see water again tonight.

The whole weekend passed like this, I sat on the bed and typed today's experience into the keyboard.Worried and guilty, these two days have been uncomfortable, but tomorrow I can see Shang Yiluan.Thinking of this, I am full of anticipation again.