Moon and people are still

In my eyes, Jing Yi is the kind of teacher who pats her butt and leaves after class, and her English class is just a small subject in her major, so I was quite surprised to hear that she joined the group at first.

When she said that, I understood a lot.

In addition to the teacher Jing Yi, this class group also has head teachers and counselors who don't talk all the year round. It seems that there is also a computer teacher who has an ambiguous relationship with our class secretary in freshman year. Let me take a look.

Ah, the computer teacher quit the group.

The story of the two of them originated one night when a girl in the class caught them chatting at the school gate.

This pull and pull is not an ordinary pull and pull, it is the kind of pull and pull that one party pulls on the other's sleeve and the other party angrily shakes it off.

The Youth League secretary is female, and the computer teacher is male.

After the game of rumors, there were already two versions of the story of pulling and pulling, and I didn’t know who pulled whom in the end.

The ability of girls to make up stories is always wonderful and exciting, and what is even more exciting is that girls always like to confuse reality with stories. Even if they are just joking at the beginning to relieve boredom after dinner, it is inevitable that the word of mouth will pass on like this in the end. Rumors cloud the truth and become a mess.

So I asked: "Huang Ye, what happened to Haiqing and the computer teacher?"

Huang Ye didn't turn his head while eating the biscuits, and played computer games while answering me: "The computer teacher went on a blind date later, and took Hai Qing with him. Hai Qing was disheartened and never contacted him again." .”

After she finished speaking, Yingqing turned her head to look at her back in doubt, and said, "No, didn't you say that Haiqing had a boyfriend later, that's the one now, and then they won't be entangled anymore?"

Zhao Jie nodded after hearing this: "I listened to Yingqing's version."

I thought about it carefully: "What I heard seems to be Huang Ye's version."

This can be seen.

Nothing to see.

Yingqing sighed, climbed onto the bed with her mobile phone, and muttered: "After all, it's a teacher-student relationship. The computer teacher is 12 years older than Haiqing. How stressful it is."

Zhao Jie added: "Just the three words teacher-student love is sadomasochism, let alone sadomasochism."

I cough, the word teacher-student love is very sensitive to me now.So I pretended to play with my mobile phone, and casually asked: "Then if the age difference is smaller, it is also a teacher-student relationship." I thought about it: "The difference is six or seven years old."

Huang Ye just finished playing a game. She took a sip of water with her hands free, and turned to face me: "Actually, I think everything is fine, it depends on the person involved."

I smiled.

Yingqing shook her head: "What, teacher and student, just thinking about the process of their hooking up, I feel, hey, with bad intentions, how can this be done as a teacher."

I coughed and looked at Yingqing on the bed: "Teacher-student love is usually the teacher who hooks up with the students."

Yingqing thought for a moment: "Anyway, it is, weird."

Zhao Jie smiled: "It's because Haiqing and the computer teacher look too different, and I have a fixed impression. I have read novels about teacher-student romance, handsome guys and beautiful women, very good-looking." She smiled after she finished speaking , happened to meet Huang Ye and raised his eyebrows with her, expressing agreement, so they both clapped their hands.

Huang Ye: "Look at the face, look at the face."

After she finished talking, she suddenly turned to look at me: "Cheng Keke, are you dating a teacher recently? You've been acting mysterious lately."

She didn't wait for me to answer, she immediately fell into her own obsession, first took a big breath, then waved her fingers in the air a few times: "Just think about it, which teacher is six or seven years older than Ke Ke. "

I swallowed and held my breath.

In Zhao Jie's sudden realization, my heart almost jumped out.

"Teacher Sixiu!" She jumped excitedly: "Is it, is it!"

I:……

Her answer was quickly denied by Huang Ye. A group of people started chattering and guessing my love partner. Even Yingqing from the upper bunk joined in. In order to show her determination to participate in the game, she said indignantly that she was wrong just now. Indeed, looking at the face, the teacher-student relationship is actually very beautiful. After speaking, he immediately jumped up and said, is it the physical education teacher?

They guessed several times, but they didn't guess Jing Yi's head, which made me very disappointed.

Knowing that they were joking, I didn't want to spoil their interest. Just as I was about to ignore them and leave to wash up, Yingqing suddenly said, "Goddess Jing, Goddess Jing seems to be about six or seven years older than us."

I stopped and walked away a second later. I heard Huang Ye say, "How is that possible? That's Jing Yi."

I:……

Yes, how is it possible, that's Jing Yi.

What... why is it impossible, why!

After I came back from washing, they had already subsided,

I clicked on the class group and took a look. Sure enough, except for the thank you at the beginning, Jing Yi hasn't said a word until now.

I took this opportunity to click on her profile picture, and asked: Are there many classmates adding you?

She didn't reply after waiting for a long time, so I had no choice but to quit and send He Yuan a message: Are you asleep?

So I found another remote corner and started talking on the phone with her.

Wow, the word talking on the phone is so old, it is comparable to surfing the Internet. In order to reflect this oldness, I decided to use these words to summarize He Yuan's current situation.

She is dating online.

Her online dating partner she met in a group of girls she likes is three years younger than her and only a sophomore in high school.

After I knew this, I kept saying that she had killed the seedlings, but instead of being angry, she laughed, and countered me by saying that I am six years younger than Jing Yi, who is more beautiful than anyone else.

This is because she is prettier, after all, they are dating online, and Jing Yi and I are just teachers and students, not a teacher-student relationship.

They have only exchanged photos so far and haven't met each other yet. I figured out that they have only been together for a month.

But just this month, He Yuan's attitude towards her girlfriend has changed a lot. From the very beginning, ahhh she is so cute, ahhh she teases me, ahhhh I want to marry her.So far, is this my fault?She's not wrong at all, she loses her temper at every turn, and I have to serve her, shit!

This morning, she told me they had a fight.

"How's it going, are you reconciled?" I drank my saliva and asked.

There was a mechanical sound of "touch" from the other end, accompanied by this sound, she said, "No."

I suddenly didn't know how to persuade her to comfort her. I've comforted her almost ten times this month, and I really can't find any new words. Besides, why did He Yuan say they were arguing in the morning?

Sorry, I don't remember much.

I coughed and said, "Then, according to the general trend, how long are you going to fight?"

He Yuan snorted: "I won't serve you any more, because I'm young, I always do some childish things, and even lose my temper when I say it."

I sighed: "Since you know that she is younger than you, you have to accept the fact that she is more childish than you when you are with her."

He Yuan said, "Why!"

Yo, this tone.

I also said this when they were together, but I just mentioned it again because I was afraid she would forget it.

I don't know if she really forgot, but what I'm sure of is that at that time, she answered me: "Of course."

Time really is.

I smiled: "Do you want to break up then?"

He Yuan was silent for three seconds, and her tone suddenly softened: "It's not like breaking up, I'll give her a night to come and find me."

I asked, "What if she doesn't look for it?"

He Yuan was silent for another three seconds: "Then I'll call her at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning, disturb her to death, and keep her from sleeping."

I:……

You are also naive.

After the voice hung up, Jing Yi had already replied to me. I checked the time of the message, and it was 5 minutes ago.

Jing Yi: There are several.

Jing Yi: I didn't add it.

I sighed, Jing Yi is Jing Yi.

I suddenly thought of He Yuan who had just finished talking on the phone. This guy was still complaining to me at first, but later he kept talking about how cute her girlfriend is. I'm so envious.

In this age of turbulent cells, any emotion around you can easily arouse a small flame in your heart, stimulate various hormones in your body about love, and lead to wanting to fall in love.

Maybe I was infected by her, so I lowered my head and asked Jing Yi: Am I the first student to add you?

Jing Yi returned quickly this time, but didn't answer right away.

Jing Yi: If yes, would you be happy?

Me: Sure.

Jing Yi: You are.

It was as if the softest string on the guqin had pierced into my heart and was plucked away by her. A few simple conversations made me feel as if I was in a daze, and all the cells in my body were screaming.

Happy.

I pursed my lips and smiled, and replied to her: It seems not.

Holding the phone and waiting, as if the time had become longer, I carefully chewed the two sentences she sent just now, and forced them to understand that Jing Yi wanted to make me happy.

he he he he he.

After a few more seconds, she replied: It's really you.

I hugged the phone silently and frantically, the elated life, after being excited for a few seconds, typed another line of words in the dialog box.

Me: You are also the first teacher I added.

Me: And the only one.

I think provocation is relative. I know Jing Yi is unintentional, but I have intentions. It would be best if she could touch the heartstrings like me and fall in love with me deeply.

fall in love with me.

Love, fuck me.

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