Xia Zhiyin waited in the school cafeteria for a while.

The food was cold, and Jiang Runsheng didn't come back.

She moved her chopsticks with the mentality of tasting, and then took a bite to eat like an overly hungry beggar, regardless of her image.

Crying while eating.

Wasabi stimulates the taste buds and opens up some long-standing memories of senior year of high school.

Xia Zhiyin, who was in her third year of high school, seemed to have become a test-taking robot with no senses, forgetting to sleep and eat.

A few times, she went to the cafeteria late.

The only meal left was mustard-flavored.

The cafeteria aunt teased: "Girl, you have the same taste as your teacher, and you love to eat mustard." ”

At that time, she heard it and didn't take it seriously.

She didn't know that it was Teacher Jiang's cooking.

Later, the taste of the meal did not change, but the mustard was no longer added.

It turned out that she was rushing to eat the food cooked by Teacher Jiang throughout her third year of high school.

Many years after graduation, she realized that she owed Teacher Jiang.

Such a big favor.

However, she never said thank you, let alone went back to school to see him.

"Teacher Jiang, forget your mustard girl! Aunt Cabbage's kitchen is always open for you. ”

Several cafeteria aunts smiled and took away the tableware used by Xia Zhiyin.

Jiang Runsheng received a temporary notice to greet the new students at the school gate.

A Maserati was parked at the school gate, and a girl in a Chanel preppy suit walked out of the back door.

She held a large toy bear more than a meter tall and carried her suitcase.

"Hello teacher. Qing Lingling's voice.

Jiang Runsheng stretched out his hand to push away the teddy bear, and the goal was a delicate baby face.

"You are Han Qiyue?"

Han Qiyue blinked her eyes and said with a smile: "Teacher, you have a good memory! I thought you didn't pay attention to me at the banquet last week." ”

Jiang Runsheng replied indifferently: "I will only pay attention to your academic performance. ”

In the night, Xia Zhiyin cautiously walked towards the school gate.

In the silence of the campus, she heard the voice of Jiang Runsheng talking to a girl.

It didn't seem good to come up and disturb, so she stood under a tree not far away and waited.

Han Qiyue yawned and asked casually, "Teacher, when are we going to sleep?"

Xia Zhiyin heard Han Qiyue's question, her eyes widened but she looked down on the other party's appearance.

"It's bedtime yet. "Jiang Run's life is as plain as water. "I confiscated your bear. ”

"Teacher~~ I can't sleep on a small day. Han Qiyue looked at Jiang Runsheng's handsome face pitifully, "Let me hug it again!"

She reluctantly pounced on the teddy bear called "Little Day".

In the moonlight, the shadows of the teacher and the student seemed to be hugging.

"Enough. Jiang Runsheng cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Let me introduce you." ”

He looked at the two students who came and introduced to her: "This is Qian Hao, the head of our class 69, and this is Li Peipei, the head of your dormitory." Okay, Han Qiyue, I've already arranged your seat. The three of you go back to class for self-study, and the teacher has something to do. ”

Han Qiyue was a little disappointed, "Teacher, I'm a freshman, how can you introduce yourself if you don't have me!"

"Han Qiyue, you are already a senior in high school, don't have stage fright. Jiang Runsheng turned to look at Qian Hao and Li Peipei, "You take care of your new classmates." ”

"Goodbye, teacher. ”

Jiang Runsheng grabbed his pocket with one hand, holding a big teddy bear in the crook of his arm, and turned to look at the shadow under the tree not far away, "Xia Zhiyin, why are you here?"

Xia Zhiyin waved his hand, "I didn't eavesdrop." ”

Jiang Runsheng explained: "The newly transferred transfer students. ”

"The freshman is very lively!" she moved, "unlike when we listened to the teachings and did not dare to make a mistake. ”

"Teachers like your type. As soon as Jiang Runchang stretched out his arm, he knocked her on the tree pole and whispered, "Be empathetic." ”

"The bond between teachers and students is learning! At that time, I studied well, so the teachers liked me. Xia Zhiyin lowered her eyes and chuckled, hiding her inner uneasiness, she deliberately emphasized the group of teachers, not a particular teacher. "I'm just asking the teachers to be more worry-free, not empathetic. ”

Jiang Runsheng's gaze sank, "Xia Zhiyin, you ······"

Her cell phone rang at an inopportune time, interrupting him.

Xia Zhiyin said into the phone: "Okay, wait for me, and go to the school gate immediately." ”

"Xia Zhiyin, are you leaving?"