my high math teacher

On May 5th, my aunt's wedding day, like all my relatives, I went to their house early to prepare for her wedding.My aunt is 29 years old this year. Because the family is rich, she studied abroad in France for eight years when she was young, so she has become an old girl now.

At the same time, I also saw my aunt's cousin, who is 37 years old and single.If I didn't look carefully, I even thought it was Shang Yiluan for a while, because the hairstyle is similar and the skin texture is similar.It's just that her temperament is far from that woman's, and it can be seen from her clothes that she is obviously not as wealthy as that woman.However, I really look forward to it if Shang Yiluan is single like her.

The next second of longing was slapped in the face by reality.A friend of the third uncle asked me about a person who taught advanced mathematics after learning that I was studying at ** College in B City, and his surname was Shang.

Shang’s surname is not common, and he is in the same school as me, and he is also a high-level mathematics teacher. When I heard his question, I couldn’t even think for a short second.

"Is it Shang Yiluan?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes."

I got an affirmative answer.

God!There really is such a coincidence in the world!

However, to my displeasure, I learned from him that Shang Yiluan has been married for many years, and her husband is from the Fire Department of City B.

Alas, heartbreak is always inevitable, and my illusions were shattered.However, through this wedding, I successfully sat in the co-pilot position of an Audi A8, the one with massage function.

Back at school, I continued my boring life day and night.

On this day, I was in a daze in the English class. The English teacher in the previous semester had vowed to promise that the students who passed the fourth grade would not come to class this time, but they still had to come.Humph, teachers are liars.

With nothing to do, I slipped out of the classroom, trying to track down the woman.As a result, I actually saw her in 103 downstairs, wearing a blue and white cheongsam, sitting with her head down in the first row of the classroom playing with her mobile phone.

My heart was beating wildly, and my brain had an impulse to strike up a conversation!

I quickly cleared my mind, and then rushed to the supermarket outside the teaching building to buy a bottle of drink.

My hands were trembling and my legs were trembling. I tried to calm down and walked into the classroom.She raised her head when she saw someone coming in, and then lowered her head quickly until she saw the drink in my hand placed in front of her.

"Teacher, please have a drink."

She reacted immediately, and then grabbed the drink bottle and wanted to push it into my hand: "Ah, no need~"

Finally looking at her so close, it seems different from the impression.His face was haggard, and his eye circles were a little blue, probably because he didn't sleep well.The teeth are neat, but not as white as the impression.Sure enough, the person who lives in memory is the most beautiful, because the brain will show you what you want to see.

Seeing that she kept evading, I had no choice but to tell the story of the meeting that I had repeated many times in my heart. "Actually, according to seniority, I should call you aunt." This title came from another aunt of mine. She is 40 this year and is only 3 years younger than my mother. I was just born when she went to college.Thanks to her marriage to an armed police officer, her current life is quite prosperous.They drove the Audi A8 all the way from Harbin.

Sure enough, after hearing what I said, she no longer put a drink in my hand, but changed into a curious and puzzled expression, "How should I say it?"

I practiced this dialogue many times in my heart, so I didn't think much about it, I just followed the script.

"It's a very indirect relationship. My third uncle... I don't know if it's his relative or friend. He and your father are colleagues."

"Ah, so, what's that person's name?"

"I don't know, I don't know him at all. He just heard that I was in ** College in City B, and then he asked me if I knew a high math teacher named Shang."

"Ah, so~"

"It's actually quite a coincidence, because I'm a sophomore now, and you taught me when I was a freshman."

"Ah, you're not from this class~" She then looked back, "Then how do you know I'm here?"

"Actually, I'm taking an English class over there, and I saw you when I came out for a stroll."

"English, so don't you take classes?"

"Because you have passed the fourth level, you don't need to go to class. It's just that the investigation has been strict recently, so you have to come."

"Ah~"

I felt like she was talking too little, so I decided it was time to end this conversation.And my hands trembled badly, and my heartbeat was abnormally fast, as if being asked by a teacher to recite a text.

"Then, teacher, I'll go back first."

"Well, thank you."

Then I waved goodbye to her, "Bye~", I ran out of the classroom.

I went back to my classroom and sat down, my heartbeat was still so fast, my hand couldn't hold the pen at all, and the trembling frequency couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

Unexpectedly, I actually mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation with her.It's just that if I knew she would ask this question, I should have inquired about the man's identity. Maybe he would find Shang Yiluan and hope that she would take care of me at school.However, this meeting still brought me a little disappointment, the beauty in my memory seems not so perfect...

Wandering in excitement and loss, until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, my heartbeat still failed to return to normal frequency.