my high math teacher

It's been a week since school started, and I haven't seen that woman. I often wander in front of the third teaching, staring blankly at the car that doesn't belong to her in the familiar parking space.

Coincidentally, there is a class this semester that is automation, and the class is on the fourth floor of Shaw Building B, and her office happens to be on the third floor.Therefore, I always hang out on the third floor intentionally or unintentionally, trying to see if fate will let us meet.

That night, I was lying on the bed playing with my mobile phone and getting ready to go to bed, when I suddenly realized that the day after tomorrow is Teacher’s Day, and tomorrow is Friday and there happens to be an automation class.So, I improvised and decided to go to her office tomorrow and give her the box of Ferrero that I have been preparing for a long time in the name of Teacher's Day.After waiting for more than two months, I finally got this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I couldn't help thinking about the scene when I gave her a gift tomorrow, and how I should express it, how to politely refuse her rejection, and what words to use to make her accept my chocolate.

Speaking of this small gift, I began to feel uneasy.I don't know if she likes to eat chocolate, but such a large box of Ferrero is given to her, and even if she accepts it, she will share it with other teachers in the office.Thinking of this, I naturally feel depressed.

To be honest, if it was any girl I liked in the past, this box of 32 Ferrero in three flavors would be a great gift.But because the object is her, with my current strength, no matter what I give her, it seems that I can only achieve the effect of being less polite and more affectionate.

And my love may be worthless in her eyes...

There is no morning class, I set the alarm clock to get up at 8:40, but I didn't go out until 9:33 because of washing and drying my hair and many other matters.

When I came to Shaw Building B, I calmed down and knocked on the door of the 310 director's office, but there was no response and the door was locked.So, I turned around and walked into the office of the public teaching group, and a male teacher told me that the one opposite the laboratory was her office.

So, I knocked on the door again with trepidation, and there were only four desks in the whole office, and all I saw was the top of a strange woman's head.

"Excuse me, is Teacher Shang Yiluan here?" I asked weakly, because her car was downstairs, so I was sure she must be there.

Hearing my question, the female teacher looked up at me, then said in the direction of the filing cabinet, "Yiluan, someone is looking for you."

Hearing her weakly agree, I guess she should be sleeping.After waiting for a while, she came out from behind the cabinet in a daze. When she saw me, her eyes widened instantly, and she seemed to wake up all of a sudden.

"Teacher! Happy Teacher's Day!"

"No, no, no, take it back and eat."

"This is for you~"

"No, no, no, no, I'm so sorry~"

"No, this one is not expensive in Russia."

"Oh, it's really unnecessary~"

"No, it's Teacher's Day!" She kept pushing me away, and I moved a little bit towards the door, and I noticed from the corner of my eye that I had quickly retreated to the door.

"Oh, you didn't make any money."

"It's okay, I didn't buy it either."

However, she was still evading, and I accidentally touched her hand during the process, ah~ this touch~ absolutely icy muscles and bones~

"Oh, a teacher for a day, a sister for life~" As soon as she said this, she smiled, a little shyly.

"Don't do this again~" She finally accepted my gift.

"Good! Good!" I quickly agreed, but she had already turned around with my present.

At this time, I had already retreated to the door, so I quickly turned around and left.Climbing up to the fourth floor and returning to my multimedia classroom, I pressed my right hand on the upper left chest.Nervousness is inevitable, panic is expected, and the lines are all rehearsed by me.

After I calmed down, I suddenly realized that because I was too nervous, I forgot to record.I originally planned to record her voice for my follow-up appreciation, but unfortunately when I saw her, the seven souls frightened the six souls away. How could I remember to turn on the phone to record?But no matter what, the task is successfully completed, haha~

All day long, I felt as if I had been injected with chicken blood, and my energy was so high that I didn't even feel sleepy when I had nothing to do in the dark dormitory in the afternoon.I have been reminiscing about the short ten seconds and the real touch under my fingertips~ If possible, I really want to feel the curve of her body with my fingertips, from head to toe...

That night, she appeared in my dream again, this time she became my geography teacher, her lectures were as good as ever, exuding her strong aura as always.I wanted to raise my hand several times to answer the question, but I didn't have the courage. She saw my hesitation and paused several times in speaking, which affected her mood a little.

In the dream, she was still so beautiful, I forgot what she was wearing, but she was very good-looking and suitable for her.Just like when I first met her.

The three-dimensional puzzles I bought online have not yet arrived, and the delivery is really slow enough, which makes me mad.Because, I originally planned to give one of the boxes of roses to Shang Yiluan.It can not only practice brain power and hands-on ability, but at the same time, the spelled things can represent my heart.Moreover, because it is just a toy, it is not easy to be suspected.

When I got home on the weekend, my mother hadn't left yet.All in all, I haven't lived alone for nearly two months.It is said that the older you get, the more lonely you become, but I prefer to be alone.I can live in the way I like at home alone, without restraint, and only when I am alone can I have spiritual freedom.

I had a nightmare at night, dreaming of my own suicide, and it was with my friends.After taking the poison, the three of them lay in a two-square-meter cart waiting to die.But then I got up again and went to the hospital, and then we had to avoid the pursuit of our enemies, and we couldn’t let them see that we were still alive, but suddenly we heard the news of my grandfather’s death coming from the hospital broadcast.

This dream woke me up again, and I immediately turned on my phone to check Duke Zhou's dream interpretation.However, the display on the mobile phone did not show any ominous signs. It is probably because my mental activities were too complicated when I went home yesterday to squeeze the bus.

It feels like every dream has become more real since I fell in love with that woman, maybe it's because I start to cherish the time of dreaming.

Back at school, I finally received my jigsaw puzzle. Assembling roses is indeed a little difficult. I have ten years of experience in building Lego blocks and I have been able to do it for four to 10 minutes. It is estimated that those who have no experience in three-dimensional puzzles will take longer.

So, from then on, I often found opportunities to get close to her during the class time in Shaw Building.

Unfortunately, I didn't wait for the right time. Although I saw her once, she was talking about something in the deputy dean's office, and the teachers of the entire Faculty of Science seemed to be grading papers in the conference room.I'm not good at walking in just to give her a box of puzzles.

In the afternoon is the situation and policy class. It is a pity that the teacher of this class did not take this class seriously. The previous class did not talk about anything, and this time the 1 hour and 40 minutes are all for us. Play the video of Yu Minhong's speech.

Since I had the idea of ​​opening a western restaurant in the third year of high school, this idea has been lingering in my heart. After listening to Yu Minhong's speech, I have strengthened my position.It is indeed feasible to start a business. As long as you grasp the consumer psychology of customers, it is not difficult to do business.

At the same time, I have always been a person whose rationality prevails over emotion. It is impossible for me to say that I will abandon my studies to start a business now, because I have no funds, no technology, and no strong enough psychology to challenge all of this.I remember last semester's marketing teacher said that sometimes, people need to put all their eggs in one basket, and you will only fight hard when you are at the end of your rope.I don't disagree with his statement, it's just that I haven't been forced into that situation yet.

I know that with my own conditions, it is difficult for me to gain a foothold in this society.I'm not pretty, and I don't have a good figure, and I don't like to say nice things.I can't cater to others, I don't like those hypocrisy.What I hope is a harmonious society like "Peach Blossom Spring", but in today's world, how easy is it to achieve that?

After class, I went to the library to look for some books that may be helpful in the future. Anyway, I don’t attend classes during class time. Instead of being in a daze, I might as well read some books that I am interested in.

After that day, I was the one who didn't see her for many days, but I often saw her car.In the end, my little wish came true through a dream.

I remember that when I dreamed of her for the first time, she only said to me coldly: "You can't change my mind." However, after a few months, the development of me and her was progressing steadily in the dream, and I also became More and more obsessed with dreams.

This time I dreamed that we went to the playground, we had crazy sex in her car, and I kissed her skin.Later, I got out of the car to find the toilet, accidentally walked into the back door of the haunted house, and ran into a female ghost dressed as Sadako, which almost scared me to death.Before I knew it, it was getting dark and she wanted to do it again, but we decided to go home and do it again.She sent me home to tidy things up. Grandpa was waiting for me at home. It was still the old house with the blue wooden door, and there was no one else at home.She stood in the middle of the living room with the red floor, looked at the old house while taking off the mink coat she was wearing, and chatted with my grandpa from time to time, while I packed my things in the bedroom.Just as I was packing my luggage, the dream suddenly changed direction. I died, and the items I had just packed became my relics.She stroked my things, so she hoped to take me away with her. Under the watchful eyes of grandpa, she finally decided to keep my things with grandpa.At the end of the dream, she put on her ermine and left reluctantly.

I can't explain this kind of dream, which is both real and illusory. Maybe it's because I went to my brain with YC before going to bed, so I had a sexual dream.But why dream about your own death and your late grandpa?

I always feel that the dreams I have about Shang Yiluan are very real. I mean the pictures in those dreams, including the small island I accidentally set foot on while looking for the toilet, and the one I accidentally saw. The back door of the haunted house, and the picture of us making love in the car, I remember her white skin, her satisfied smile... until the end, the scene where she sent me home was so real... and the old building The house is completely unchanged from what I remember...and grandpa, wearing that hat...

This dream made me want to cry inexplicably, but I felt that everything that happened in this dream was too unfair to her. One second, there was clearly a longing smile, but the next second there were only tears of farewell...