In the teaching building on Sunday night, the female professor with her hair in a bun has a serious face but a little flustered in her eyes, and in front of her is a junior who is half a head taller than her, a little boy in her eyes.

The atmosphere stood awkwardly at the door of the office, and neither of them spoke.

Only the slap just now still echoed mischievously in the empty corridor at night, crisp and long......

Good thing no one.

Pan Jie moved his hand in shame, and he was in a hurry, but he used some strength.

Zhang Dunai's face on the left side of the page turned red, and the palm print was faintly visible.

The second time, the last time was at Mr. Pan's house, at that time, Zhang Dunai was more afraid, afraid of going to jail, afraid of dropping out.

And this time, the mood was a little inexplicable. Maybe because he was not doing what he was doing, Zhang Dunai raised his hand and rubbed his aching cheeks with the back of his hand, and at the same time calmly glanced at his female teacher from high to low, from the forehead, to the eyes, to the bridge of the nose, and the lips......

It's so blatant.

It's rampant.

Pan Jie was about to die of anger. I wanted to be annoyed, but I subconsciously turned my head first and avoided his gaze.

I remember Jiang Che said that the lipstick is very interesting, well, I imagined it while watching it, and it felt like it should be so.

After thinking about it, Zhang Dunai also felt that he was extremely rampant...... Anyway, she's arrogant for the rest of her life.

This rural child, who has always had some inferiority, suddenly found a very "big man" feeling at this moment just now...... Then, it was cowardly.

When Zhang Dunai staggered over, Pan Jie didn't stop again, and asked again, she just subconsciously paid attention to the hand he was still hiding behind him.

A gray-brown envelope crumpled in the palm of his hand.

“……”

Slightly embarrassed, Pan Jie looked down at his right palm, which was actually quite painful...... So, what the hell do you want to tell me?

Closing the door, Pan Jie returned to his seat and sat down.

After a while, I leaned over and opened one drawer, and after a look, it was still there, and the stockings that I had taken off and threw away the day before yesterday because of the heat were still there...... So, it's herself, she thinks crookedly.

Shame, embarrassment.

Thinking that the stockings were worn, and Zhang Dunai had also opened this drawer just now, Pan Jie's face began to get a little hot again......

I want to be crooked again!

Alas, what do you think? Why do you think like that, you still get angry, and you beat people!

A little restless, put the stockings back in the bag, and was about to leave, Pan Jie subconsciously glanced in when he closed the drawer, was stunned for a moment, reached out and took out a box, and put it on the table.

The box opens, creams, perfumes, lipsticks......

As for the brand of these things, although Pan Jie can't say that he uses them daily, of course he knows them all.

"This ......"

So, is he here to give gifts?

To apologize? But I've already apologized, and I've forgiven.

It won't be, the table... White... Right? Really, kids.

Or is it because I won't teach him right away, just a farewell gift?

It is said that it is difficult to guess the mind of a woman, and it is not easy to guess the mind of a little boy, Pan Jie began to be curious and annoyed - so, what is written in that letter?

With a full of questions, Pan Jie hurriedly put things into his bag, and then trotted all the way back to the dormitory, closed the door, and sat down to check it carefully.

The smell of perfume...... It turned out to be quite my favorite.

Uh, the cream turned out to be specifically anti-wrinkle...... It's too much!

Do I have noticeable wrinkles?

Putting down the things, Pan Jie got up and walked to the mirror, turned his face sideways, observed carefully for a while, and muttered, "It's obviously not obvious, it's true." ”

That being said, I still like it, after all, Pan Jie himself is more afraid of getting old.

Maybe it's been a long time since he received a gift that suits him, and when he sat down again, Pan Jie was inexplicably a little happy, and then ......

"What should I do? Such a heartfelt gift, I even slapped someone, and it was so heavy. ”

"And his conditions, where did he get so much money?"

The other side.

Jiang Che blocked Zhang Dunai, who bowed his head and came back before the lights went out, "I thought you wouldn't be back tonight." ”

Zhang Dunai raised his head and glanced at Jiang Che embarrassedly, and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"Again......" Zhang Dunai pointed to the left side of his face.

"......" Jiang Che: "You kid pounced again?!"

"No, no, I don't. Zhang Dunai hurriedly waved his hand.

…………

In the next day's English class, Pan Jie came in through the front door with a book.

The naughty boy shouted:

"Teacher, you're so beautiful today. ”

Someone answered: "yes, it looks like I'm wearing makeup." ”

"The skirt is also beautiful. ”

"Teacher, you finally don't pull your hair in a bun again......"

In order to show his dignity and dignity, Pan Jie wore his hair in a bun most of the time when he appeared in front of the students after being pounced on by Sheng.

Today is an exception.

In the midst of the discussion and praise, Pan Jie lowered his eyes, didn't look at the back row, smiled, and asked, "What's the matter, isn't the bun beautiful?"

"No, you have a temperament when you pull your hair in a bun, and you look young when you put it down. The student replied.

"Really?" Pan Jie smiled with satisfaction, turned to write down the topic, and began the lesson.

Jiang Che knocked Zhang Dunai with his elbow at this time, "Lipstick, interesting, right?"

Zhang Dunai: "Huh?" Of course, he doesn't know anything like a color number, and Pan Jie occasionally wears lipstick every day, so Zhang Dunai himself didn't notice anything just now.

"You should have sent it. Jiang Che said, "How about it, do you want to sit in the first row in the next class and smell the perfume?"

“…… No. Zhang Dunai thought about it and said seriously: "This is already very good." ”

So, Jiang Che didn't say anything more. After all, it is a story that is 99% unlikely to have any good outcome, and as it is now, it may indeed be the best ending.

Two consecutive English lessons ended.

"Zhang Dunai, come to my office. In the corridor, Pan Jie naturally and generously called Zhang Dunai away in public.

Jiang Che: "......"

in the office.

"You, I, yesterday...... The teacher misunderstood, I'm sorry. ”

"It's okay, Mr. Pan. ”

“…… Then you, where did you get so much money?" Pan Jie's hand was already about to take the bag when he spoke, and in the bag, there was a thousand yuan she had enveloped in an envelope.

"I drew it in the lottery last semester, and many of my classmates knew about it, and then sent it home, and I have kept the rest. Speaking of this with some stumbling, Zhang Dunai raised his head and smiled panickedly, and said, "Thank you Teacher Pan for your teaching in the past three years...... I won't have a chance to take your class in the future...... Thank you. ”

After he finished speaking, he even bowed.

Pan Jie: "...... Well, good. Thank you as well. ”

At this moment just now, from Zhang Dunai's expression and tone, Pan Jie vaguely got a signal, if she took out the money now and said that the teacher knew that your conditions were not good, and then forced him to ...... It would have completely broken the self-esteem of this rural boy.

This may be the first time in his life that he has saved money so hard and prepared a gift for someone......

It could also be the second time, the last time, it was Chinese medicine......

Well, only such a stupid little boy would give Chinese medicine to a woman, right?

But after accepting it, the things are so valuable......

Pan Jie hadn't figured out the next wording.

"Teacher Pan, I'm going to have lunch first. Zhang Dunai said.

Pan Jie: "...... Good. ”

Zhang Dunai turned around and left.

…………

Jiang Che had classes all day, so he didn't go to Zhang Youyuan.

In the evening, the phone called the hotel, and Jiang Che first asked the waiter who had greeted him before and asked him to pay attention about Zhang Youyuan's situation.

"Mr. Zhang, he slept late in the morning, and then, as if he was in the lobby with a foreign lady teasing her cat for a while. I also introduced her to the fun places in Shencheng, and welcomed friends from all over the world on behalf of China......"

"In the afternoon, in the afternoon people were not there. ”

"If I hadn't missed it, probably by now, Mr. Zhang hasn't come back yet. ”