Insomnia

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The boy's face turned red and he looked ashamed and angry. He wanted to refute but he didn't dare. Finally he nodded reluctantly: "Yes, thank you, Teacher Tao."

"Go ahead, thank you for working overtime." Tao Ling looked away.

The unhappiness of the day reached its peak just before get off work.

A colleague from the School of Foreign Languages ​​sent a link and told me to stay calm. Tao Ling clicked on it and saw that it was a student posting about himself in the school forum. The general meaning is that he has a cold attitude towards students and has no enthusiasm for work. He further discussed how bad-tempered teachers in administrative positions are.

Tao Ling looked funny and said to himself that I didn't have a bad attitude towards students, I just had a bad attitude towards human beings.

Starting from the fifth floor, someone said: "Don't you think he looks good?"

The thread on the next floor is: "Wears glasses with gold wire frames, looks like a gentle scum, why does the upstairs like this kind of thing? Looking serious, maybe it's a big s in private."

Going downstairs: "He looks tall and has a cold face, which is called aloof for short."

The floor was suddenly shifted, and they began to discuss the looks of the teachers in the college. People from other colleges saw that they were not convinced, and they sacrificed their own teachers to "present treasures".

It wasn't until the 129th floor that a new account holder who was only level 2 said inappropriately: "Actually, Teacher Tao is very gentle."

This statement immediately attracted ridicule from the poster: "Is it Tao Ling's navy or Tao Ling himself upstairs? You go up to the big room and speak."

The person who followed the post added: "The person upstairs is pretending to be loyal, right? Now I didn't say that Tao Ling was here, but you came to step in and make fun of me. Are you satisfied?"

The new account anxiously defended: "He is really nice! It's just that everyone has a different personality, and it doesn't mean anything if he doesn't like to laugh. He is very considerate of the students in what he does."

Tao Ling swiped a few times and replied to his colleague's message: "Students today are so bored."

The other side asked: "Do you need me to clarify it for you?"

Tao Ling: "No, it doesn't matter."

After packing his things and locking the door of the office, the building was empty. Tao Ling staggered around the administrative office of the college and walked to the other end of the building.

For the umpteenth time, I passed the sign of the religious institute.

Leaning against the window, he looked away absentmindedly and saw that there were more fresh-cut flowers at the door of the flower shop. They must have been purchased by Wen Qingying today.

But for some reason, the flower stand looks a bit monotonous at first glance.

Taking a closer look, Tao Ling suddenly realized something was wrong. He straightened up, and the phone just vibrated.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a little late today m(o_ _)m took out the phone and saw that it was Xia Chaoyang's message, he asked: "Junior brother, can we have a meal together after get off work?"

Tao Ling: "I made an appointment with someone."

After half a minute's delay, the other end said, "I have something to ask you."

"What do you want to ask, Teacher Xia? You can ask now." Tao Ling replied carelessly while looking towards the door of the flower shop.

He didn't dare to worry about it.

When he left the corridor window and walked towards the stairs, the message came again: "It's nothing, let's do it next time. I have to go back tomorrow."

Tao Ling: "Have a safe journey."

Getting closer and closer to the flower shop, Tao Ling was able to verify what he had just discovered. The flowers on the flower stand were indeed different from the previous two days, but the pattern remained the same. There are still daisies in the middle two rows, but they are all light green.

The flowers were crowded together, occupying a relatively small space and making it look lively and monotonous.

Tao Ling walked to the door and heard that Qingying was handing a bouquet of flowers to the guest. It could be seen that he had put a lot of effort into the bandage and it was much better than the previous days. The guest thanked him, and he bent down slightly and smiled lightly.

The little tiger teeth are not exposed.

Tao Ling cleared his throat and walked to the flower stand to choose some daisies. But in fact, the flowers all look similar, and each handful is equally uniform.

He stretched out his hand and turned his head, just in time to see Wen Qingying smiling, the same smile as before.

Just as polite. It's so polite that it doesn't even look like a smile.

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