presumptuous

Yu still looked at him with probing eyes, Feng Jiuwang said again: "So that strange number is yours?"

He opened the call log and rummaged through it, and found the string of numbers. The caller ID was from the day of the holiday, "Is it this?"

Yu also responded dryly.

The boy showed a smile, saved his name as "Yu Huan" in front of the teacher, and said "it's saved".

Yu didn't care about these things, biting the milk tea straw that was already empty, and asked tentatively: "Are you having trouble with your family?"

"No." Feng Jiuwang usually doesn't like to mention these things, even if Chu Xiayi occasionally says a few more words, he will get impatient.But the person who asked was Yu Huan, and he even wanted to take the initiative to reveal something, and wanted to see how he would react when he heard these words.

So he did.

"My mother died of illness when I was in elementary school, and my father remarried. Now the one in the family is not my own mother. They both have a daughter who is now in the first grade." Feng Zhuwang observed Yu Huan's expression, He continued, "They will not have fun after I go back, so it's better not to go back."

He deliberately pronounced those words lightly, as if he had been wronged.

But he was the one who didn't go home temporarily, and he was still the one who turned off the phone without receiving messages.

He told a seven or eight-year-old girl that he would not go home, so how could it be counted.Feng Yue probably forgot about it and didn't tell her parents.

Now Feng Juwang turned the villain to file a complaint first, accusing that family that there was no place for him.

"But they still want you to go back, otherwise it would be impossible to call me." Yu Huan really softened his heart, and patiently analyzed to him, "If you really don't want to go back, you should call home, or they will call me." Will be worried." As if he was afraid that the boy would not believe it, he added, "It's been so long since we haven't seen you, and they miss you too."

Teacher Yu talked to him so carefully, Feng Jiuwang didn't listen to anything, only the soft expression was engraved in his eyes.

"Teacher's parents must be very good." Feng Jiuwang said, "That's why you have such a soft temper."

"What? Of course my parents are very good... You talk to me like that again, you don't look like a student." Yu Huan looked over and gave a look of blame, but it was clumsy and soft like a cat's paw pad on his heart .

Feng Zhuwang is very familiar with the business of apologizing: "Well, okay, I was wrong."

Yu looked at him uneasy: "A lot of things are not as bad as you think, communicate with your family more, don't worry about everything, children of your age always like to keep things in your heart..."

"Then if I have something on my mind, can I tell the teacher?" The boy's eyes were burning.

Yu still felt that his foot was stuck in it, and before his mind turned around, Feng Jiuwang asked again: "Is it okay?"

"Mmm, um." He replied indiscriminately, and seeing Feng Jiuwang's satisfied smile, he suspected that he had been tricked again.

"That's what the teacher said."

Sure enough, he was played.

Qin Huihui hadn't come back yet, Feng Jiuwang turned on the game and didn't start it for a long time, but turned to Yu Huan and asked, "Does the teacher know how to play?"

Yu nodded and shook his head again: "I'm not very good at playing games. Qiao Yechuan took me to play, and I can't play well." Yu also handed in the form there.

"Then what do you usually do?"

"Read books, prepare lesson plans, and occasionally go for a run at night..." Yu was still counting seriously, then suddenly stopped and said, "You don't play games and go to bars every day, do you? You are a sophomore now, and you have two years to graduate Don't you have any plans or ideas for the future?" That young face said what a little old man would say.

"I don't play every day, I still sleep occasionally." Feng Zhuwang looked at Yu Huan's frown deepened, and finally stopped teasing him, "I will go to the library to read a book a month before the exam."

"Can you sit still?" Yu still expressed doubts.

Feng Jiuwang was also puzzled: "Isn't that the same as playing games? Why can't you sit still?"

Yu Huan: "..."

Yu Huan: "How many scores did you score last semester?"

Feng Jiuwang: "89."

Before Yu could say anything, Feng Jiuwang took the initiative to say, "But English is very poor."

Yu also asked in disbelief, "Isn't English easier than mathematics?"

"The teacher taught me."

"...Why, I am your tutor and not your English teacher. Teacher Gu will be sad if you say that, hurry up and pee."

"What's the fuss about that?"

Yu Huan started biting the straw again, half of his teeth were exposed, and his lips were moist and stained with a little crimson.

Feng Juwang couldn't help asking: "Are you really 27?"

"What's so suspicious about this, do you want me to show you your ID card?"

"That's not necessary." Feng Jiuwang laughed, "I'm a little curious about what the teacher was like when he was in college."

"What else can it be? Of course you study hard. You don't always sleep in class, you have to listen carefully. What's the point of cramming a month before the exam?"

"Hmm..." Feng Zhuwang pondered.

"what happened?"

"I just realized that the teacher talks so much."

Feng Juwang blinked and made a childish smile.Of course he knows how to laugh so as not to be threatening, and how to make people put their guard down. It's not that he can't do these things, but most of the time he doesn't bother to pretend.

Yu also puffed his mouth: "It's for your own good, you really are, I don't know what to say, I always promise well on the surface, and turn around to cause trouble."

"Are the teacher's former students very well-behaved?"

"No..." Yu also said, "There are no previous students. You are the first class I have led."

Feng Juwang was stunned for a moment, but after careful calculation, it was indeed the case. It was Yu's first time as a tutor, and it was pretty good to be able to lead three or four classes of students at once.

"The teacher has done a good job." Feng Jiuwang said casually.

"Really?" Yu Huan asked seriously, "Do you really think so or are you telling lies?"

Feng Juwang looked at those round eyes staring at him without blinking, more like a silly little bear on WeChat, so he had to face up to this question, "It's true."

Yu also smiled.

He has a really nice smile, with arched eyes and a faint dimple on the left side of his face, filled with a sweet smile.

"That's good, I'm still afraid that what I'm doing is not good enough." These words should not be revealed to his students, but Yu is still a little happy, leaving those subtle rules behind.

He is a soft person, loved by his parents since he was a child, and has beautiful fantasies and expectations for life.Even when someone hurts him, like a flower, he always forgets to grow thorns.

Friends in college often criticized him for being heartless on the other hand, thinking of everything in a good direction, and not caring about everything.

I still remember the girl with the high ponytail sticking her chin and saying to him sadly: "You are a silly beauty."

In the library, 20-year-old Yu also corrected solemnly: "What nonsense, I'm a man."

The girl became even more worried, and sighed: "What should I do, mom is afraid that you will be bullied."

Yu, who was still a teenager, pouted his mouth in dissatisfaction: "Qi Shi, you are taking advantage of me again."

But in Yu Huan now, gentleness is more like a surface, wrapping around his original innocent character, only occasionally flashing for a moment.

Qin Huihui came back at this time, and standing on the right was another girl whom neither Yu Huan nor Feng Jiuwang knew.

"What are you talking about, smiling so happily?" the girl said.

Yu also stood up in a timely manner: "Since you are all back, I'm leaving first, and I have to go home to cook."

Qin Huihui hid the disappointment in her eyes and said in a low voice, "Goodbye, teacher."

"I'll take the teacher to the station. It's hard to carry so many things." Before Yu agreed, Feng Jiuwang picked up the shopping bag and walked out.

Yu Huan let out an "hey", nodded to the two girls and followed.

Walking out of the drink shop, Yu still couldn't keep up with him, and said from behind him: "I know you escaped because you didn't know how to get along with those two girls, so you should carry a bag for me anyway."

"Didn't the teacher see it?" Feng Jiuwang stopped suddenly, but did not let go of the bag in his hand, "Qin Huihui has a crush on you."

Yu also reached out to grab the shopping bag, touched the back of the boy's hand and the hard finger bones, and slid down to touch the edge of the bag, "So?"

Feng Jiuwang let go of one hand and let him get the shopping bag, "I thought you didn't know."

"So what if I know, she is my student." Yu Huan's expression became calm, which was his usual appearance.

"Huh? Is that so? I thought it was because of the difference in gender?" Feng Jiu looked at his mouth a little faster, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that Yu would still be angry, and said almost immediately, "Oh, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing again."

"I think you did it on purpose."

"It's really not this time, teacher, I was wrong."

"There is no appearance of admitting mistakes, and the attitude is not correct."

Feng Jiuwang raised both hands, the arm that was carrying the shopping bag had bulging veins, it was still holding it steadily, and he folded it in front of his eyes: "What about this?"

Yu also looked away, "Okay, I forgive you."

He can always easily forgive a person.

The sky was smeared with ink blue, and Yu asked him, "Are you going to eat outside?"

"I want to go back."

"Why? What about the group with you?"

"I didn't know her well at first, so I only said to buy something, but it turned out to be so late."

Yu frowned in disapproval, and taught him: "How can you talk like that, those are all your classmates, even if they are not classmates, they should be in the same dormitory building, it's not good for you to say that."

Feng Jiuwang smiled again: "Teacher, you look like a teacher."

"I was originally."

Feng Jiuwang shook his head: "Like teachers in junior high and high schools, not like university teachers."

"Why do you say that?"

"Too responsible, it will put pressure on people." Feng Jiuwang suddenly lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Don't be so nice to them, they won't appreciate it, they will only find you annoying. I am different, Teacher, why don't you pay more attention to me, I'm very good."