For Jiang Che, these trivialities in the school, including his slightly naïve, righteous and enthusiastic classmates, are actually difficult to have any substantial impact on him.

He just stopped skipping school and studied hard.

In dormitory 306, Zhang Dunai finally got through the most serious period of self-panic and began to be able to speak well.

Jiang Che was barely relieved, but he would still pay more attention.

The English class of the sophomore in the advertising department is still Pan Jie, and the female teacher who actually had a "behind-the-scenes deal" with Jiang Che in fact stayed out of the matter in the midst of criticism, and the wind and waves were calm.

In his thirties, well-maintained, with a funny lecture and a gentle smile, Pan Jie's English classes are very popular.

Of course, Jiang Che still didn't understand well, so he spent most of his time in English class doing nothing, and Teacher Pan tacitly never asked him questions.

Every time he sat in the back row, as long as he kept quiet, Jiang Che was very free, and when he was bored, he would look left and right, observing his classmates one by one......

If "dry mouth" can actually be an expression, Jiang Che found that he can now see it on Zhang Dunai's face.

Zhang Dunai sat upright, even a little forward, his eyes were staring straight at the podium, and the whole person showed a serious and focused state, but Jiang Che believed that he was not actually listening to the lecture.

As if playing a prank, Jiang Che tracked his gaze for a moment.

Wow, it turned out to be on Mr. Pan's lap.

Pan Jie's legs are actually not slender, they are quite long, slightly fleshy but firm, about this, as a leg control Jiang Che has actually discovered and paid attention to it a long time ago, and he is not very interested.

But I didn't find out that Zhang Dunai was the same before.

Jiang Che thought about it for a while and found that Mr. Pan suddenly liked to wear skirts and stockings in class this semester, and because he came back from abroad, his style and colors were relatively rich and bold......

Therefore, Zhang Dunai is not a simple leg control, but, wire control?

"Zhang Dunai, you can read this poem aloud. Pan Jie's chalk writing went all the way to the end of the blackboard, her legs straight and her waist bent, she stood up and turned around at the same time, and called the name of her good student Zhang Dunai.

On the blackboard is a poem by Pushkin.

Zhang Dunai...... Zhang Dunai?"

Without a response, Pan Jie walked off the podium with confusion and walked towards him.

Jiang Che had to kick Zhang Dunai in the calf.

"Hmm, what......?"

"Teacher Pan asked you to read the poem on the blackboard. ”

"Oh......" Zhang Dunai thought about standing up, hesitated, sat and turned his head, looked at Pan Jie, who had already walked to his side, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pan, I'm a little unwell......"

He stroked his forehead.

"Oh, is it a fever?" Pan Jie's voice was gentle, stretching out her left hand that had not touched the chalk, and the palm of the hand was pressed against Zhang Dunai's forehead for a few seconds, frowning, "It seems to be really a little hot." ”

Zhang Dunai couldn't speak anymore, because of that hand, and because of the table, Mr. Pan's leg had just brushed his thigh in sports shorts...... The tactile sensation is clear and disorienting.

His brain and nerves were struck by lightning all at once.

"You seem to have a real fever, hurry up and take a look...... Pan Jie said: "Jiang Che, you can accompany Zhang Dunai to take a look." ”

What kind of fever is it, but it's hot, can this not be hot?!" Jiang Che muttered a few words in his heart, got up and said, "Okay, Teacher Pan...... Dunai, gone. ”

As someone who came back in the 2010s, Jiang Che thinks this is commonplace.

But as the most honest good boy around Jiang Che, Zhang Dunai himself, in fact, doesn't think so, he has dreamed of Teacher Pan many times recently, and the scene in the dream and the place he is obsessed with and obsessed with make him feel ashamed every time he wakes up.

In a different era, in a different person, this matter is honestly nothing, and it may even be very interesting, but Zhang Dunai has a strong sense of guilt for this and thinks a lot.

But he still couldn't control himself.

"Lao Jiang, I think it's better, so I won't go to the infirmary, right?" On the way, Zhang Dunai said with a little embarrassment, after all, he is not a person who is good at lying.

Jiang Che smiled and said, "Okay." ”

The two of them didn't go back directly, they found a place to sit down next to them, Zhang Dunai hesitated for a long time, thinking about it, Jiang Che could confide in, he finally said: "Lao Jiang, I want to ask you something, it may be a little perverted......"

He's going to tell me?

Jiang Che thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, don't worry, I won't tell others." ”

Nodding, Zhang Dunai almost used an attitude of early death and early rebirth, and quickly asked: "Lao Jiang, do you think a woman looks good with bare legs, or does she look good in stockings?" For example, a relatively large woman. ”

"Huh?" Jiang Che thought for a while, and naturally said: "Look at the legs, if the legs are good-looking, they are all good-looking, and the legs are not good-looking, I think it is better to choose to wear a long skirt or cotton pants." ”

"Oh, the legs, they're pretty, but they don't seem to be pretty. Zhang Dunai's face was embarrassed, and he seemed to have made up his mind, so he simply let go a little and said: "I didn't actually do this before, but recently, I suddenly felt that she looked very good in stockings, and, what...... So I'm a pervert?"

"This, why is it perverted?" Of course, Jiang Che didn't ask who she was.

In 1994, Zhang Dunai felt that he was silk control and very perverted...... Jiang Chexin said that in fact, the broad masses of the people have just not been exposed, in fact, many of them are the same.

"Really, does it not change? I still dream......"

"What's wrong with dreaming? This age is like this, it really doesn't change. Jiang Che thought for a while and said with relief: "It's normal for you to be at this level, and you're still far from being perverted." ”

"Oh. Zhang Dunai nodded slowly, as if relieved, and then seemed to suddenly think, and asked: "What is the degree of perversion?"

...... "How do I know this, Jiang Chexin said that I just said it in order to comfort you." Asked, Jiang Che thought for a while and said, "The degree of perversion, I know someone." ”

Zhang Dunai seemed to be eager to make a comparison, and asked, "How is he?"

"Once, when he was at the bank, he ran into a robber...... I was scared and nervous. ”

"Well, then what?" Zhang Dunai was serious.

Then he saw the robber with stockings on his head, you ......understand? pounced, and later the Public Security Bureau commended him for his bravery. Jiang Che said.

“……”

Zhang Dunai seemed to be a little relieved.

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The footsteps of time have passed through September.

1 October, 1994. On the 45th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the 90-year-old Comrade Xixian, the chief architect of reform and opening up, took and published a photo while watching the National Day fireworks.

In fact, at this stage, regarding the health of the elderly, foreign media have begun to play a "wolf" every once in a while, and the hearts of the people are actually full of fear.

As soon as the photos are published......

Many people burst into tears in front of the television, and many people rushed to tell each other with newspapers that the elderly were still alive and healthy...... This alone is enough to make countless people happy and down-to-earth.

This is also the case with Shenda......

In front of the propaganda board, a large number of classmates huddled together, looking at the newspaper above, and the old man in the newspaper was excitedly discussing and celebrating.

Jiang Che was also standing under the propaganda board, also watching, but he was a little silent, and there was an emotion in his heart that was difficult to express, because according to his memory: this should be the last publicly released photo of the old man before his death.

97 Ah, that return left a regret after all.

"Excuse me, classmate, let's go. ”

A teacher, who seemed to be a department officer, squeezed in.

He opened another window, pasted an object, and left.

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