"Teacher Nimi!"

Kim So-hyun shouted. This made her shrink in the quilt, her face after eating millet porridge looked red, and her complexion looked good.

"Yes." Jiang Zhican responded.

"I want to sleep, but I can't."

"Huh?"

"Can you play the guitar for me?"

Kim So-hyun had hope in his eyes, like a puppy wagging his tail.

"Nope."

"Why?" Kim So-hyun pursed his lips.

"You have a small speaker next to you, if you don't know which tune is more restful, I can help you choose."

Kim So-hyun wrinkled his face, his head shrunk, and his whole body disappeared into the quilt, no longer paying attention to Jiang Zhican. Seeing this, Jiang Zhican smiled disapprovingly, drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, put the cup down, looked at the gradually bright scenery outside the window, raised his hand and stretched his waist, then got up, connected his mobile phone to the speaker, his fingers wandered for a moment, and chose a song silent

Moon, play it to Kim So-hyun.

The quilt on the bed suddenly swelled a few times, and it was about Kim So-hyun rolling in it to express his dissatisfaction.

Jiang Zhican raised his hand and gently tapped a few times through the quilt, telling him not to make trouble, then walked to the desk, looked at the bookcase with textbooks on it, took a pen and paper and a thick stack of textbooks containing almost all the important courses of Kim So-hyun in the three years of junior high school, sat down at the glass table by the window, and began to read one by one, and at the same time wrote down all kinds of knowledge points on the white paper, so as to make a systematic and hierarchical outline plan for the next teaching.

In the room, the silentmoon is playing in a loop, the clear and full erhu is like looking for the reverie in the heart, and the turbid and distant sound of the flute is like a bell in the middle of the night.

Kim So-hyun peeked out of the quilt at some point, his small face was serene and peaceful, and his slightly open lips were against a strand of mischievous hair. She fell asleep, her pale eyelashes pulling down the curtains, and she slept soundly.

Jiang Zhican, who noticed this scene, got up and turned off the music, put on headphones for himself, and continued to bury himself in books. It would be about six o'clock in the morning, and the road outside the window was cold and silent, except for the green grass accompanying the street trees, whispering quietly under the gaze of the extinguished street lamps.

Jiang Zhican turned the pen in one hand and flipped through the textbook in front of him with the other. He doesn't flip books quickly, but he doesn't do them often. Before reading a textbook, he often reads the table of contents first, sketches out the important parts in his impression, and then turns to the back and only picks out the important parts and reads them carefully, summarizes the essence and then records it on a blank paper. In this way, one textbook is summed up, and the next one is moved on, repeating the previous action.

This process is undoubtedly boring, especially for Jiang Zhican, who would rather hold a book of advanced mathematics and study and destroy some brain cells by himself, than to face a large number of junior high school textbooks with Wei Tongjue wax and do a job similar to carrying a rice bag on the dock.

He leaned down on the table and sighed, looked at the beautiful pendant hanging on the wall, counted the number of shells on it in boredom, and then propped himself up and continued the work at hand. There is not much left, there are about five textbooks, all of which are books from the first year of junior high school. He looked down and flipped through it, paused for a moment, then flipped a few pages forward, stopping at one point.

In the corner of this page, a picture is drawn crookedly, about one big and one small, I can't see how it is, but under the picture, there is a line of notes, which can be roughly recognized: It's raining outside, Abba and Mom are not available, and it's going home in the rain again.

Jiang Zhican looked at it for a while, then flipped through the book again, and soon found a second similar place, the picture was probably a windmill, and two words were written concisely underneath: like.

Jiang Zhichan looked thoughtfully, and suddenly turned his head to look at Kim Sohyun on the bed, she was still asleep and very stable. Jiang Zhican inexplicably felt that he was a little weak, thought about it for a while, and continued to look down.

Almost all of the similar places are concentrated in the textbooks of the first year of junior high school, and there are still sporadic points in the textbooks of the second year of junior high school, but there are no illustrations, and most of the words and sentences are also written such as "He doesn't care about people, the reason why he is cold to you is just that he doesn't love you enough", "Waiting, is the longest waiting, this is just an excuse for some people to comfort themselves after missing some people and things in their lives, because no matter how long you wait, no matter how stupid you wait, it is not as good as the happiness and stability of the moment" These chicken soup for the soul and other disease-free **, There is a strong youthful and budding girlish atmosphere.

Jiang Zhican couldn't scoff at this, but he wasn't interested in looking at it more, so he hurriedly swept it and put it aside. He didn't go through the textbooks of the third year of junior high school, because he knew that the textbooks of the third year of junior high school were basically blank.

He took out the textbook that had been interrupted by Kim So-hyun's small notes, and began to continue to summarize the main points. As for Kim So-hyun's bits and pieces of the past's careful thinking and naughtyness, it doesn't seem to have any effect on him. He looked at the book, his expression focused, and the pen in his hand wrote on the white paper from time to time, returning to its original trajectory.

The sun did not come out, and the sky was overcast. Heavy clouds seemed to be palpable, slowly hovering over the low sky. The temperature is not low, and the wind blows, which is a kind of cool comfort. It's a time of burnout for a warm sleep.

Jiang Zhican, who finally finished preparing for class, would lie on the table, drowsily, turning the pen in his hand, and then at a certain moment, with a "snap", the pen fell to the ground, but Jiang Zhican was still lying on his stomach, pressing his side face on the glass tabletop, it turned out that he was already asleep. A pair of closed eyes under the black eyebrows, immersed in sleep without a single fluctuation.

Kim So-hyun woke up at this time, hid in the quilt and turned around, closed her eyes and shouted "Teacher Nimi", there was no response, she looked up curiously, but only saw Jiang Zhican's back. She was stunned for a moment, and then reacted that Jiang Zhican was asleep. Curious about how Jiang Zhican was sleeping, she got out of bed, lightly leaned over to the table and looked at it for a while, and then noticed the pen falling on the ground.

She planned to help Jiang Zhican pick it up, but if she picked it up from Jiang Zhican's right hand, because of the wall, the space was relatively narrow, and it might wake Jiang Zhican up, so she thought about it, walked to the seat opposite Jiang Zhican, and then squatted down, passed under the glass table, and helped Jiang Zhican pick up the pen.

She crouched under the table, reached out and grabbed the pen with some difficulty, then leaned back to withdraw. She looked up, worried that her head would hit the glass tabletop, but suddenly, she froze, stared blankly at the scene in front of her, and couldn't help but swallow nervously.

At this moment, it was this action now, and she was surprised to find that through the glass tabletop, she and Jiang Zhican's faces were so close and so close, so close that it seemed that as long as she raised her head, she could kiss Jiang Zhican's lips.

Kiss him on the lips -

She was startled by her sudden thought, shrunk back slightly, and then turned her gaze to Jiang Zhican's face, nervous, helpless, hesitant, hesitating, she bit her lip, and her watery eyes fell into swaying.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhican moved, as if he was about to wake up.

She was startled, but fortunately, Jiang Zhican was quiet again and still asleep.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her left hand hanging at her side, her right hand grasping the collar. She mustered up her courage, and there was a determined look in her eyes - she had to seize the moment, and if he woke up, there would be no chance.

Thinking so, she raised her face without hesitation, closed her eyes tightly, and kissed her with unmistakable precision.

Feeling cool, she stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it gently, and then suddenly realized what kind of ridiculous thing she was doing, and couldn't help but hurriedly lower her body, kneeling on the ground and looking lost, as if she had no strength.