Six teenagers and teacher Beiluan

"Teacher Beiluan, do you believe in time travel?" Junsheng suddenly asked Teacher Bei Luan.

It was dark in the room, and the light of the three cold-burning candles flickered.

Junsheng had just finished a set of yoga, and his whole body was covered in a thin white mist, and he was **** all over, only with a big white towel around his waist.

That day, after Bei Luan stopped him, he asked him to wait at the door, and he quickly got dressed and walked out.

"Why peek?"

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

After the initial unrelated questioning, Junsheng finally understood what was going on.

Due to the long-term neurasthenia and transient amnesia, Mr. Beiluan could no longer continue his previous job, so he resigned and came to this school to become a junior high school physics teacher.

As instructed by her doctor, she herself underwent rehabilitation at home through nude yoga and moderate meditation.

"What about the different men?"

"My former colleagues, and people who don't know how to find me."

"What about the teachers at school?"

"The teacher is unmarried, and it's not too ugly, it's normal for someone to beat the teacher's idea."

Junsheng really doesn't understand much about adult things.

"What about the awards?"

"This." Teacher Bei Luan smiled and replied, "It's true. ”

There was no disdain and anger, Bei Luan's tone was only faintly narrow.

Originally, the matter was over here, but Junsheng didn't know why, so he asked more questions hotly.

"Teacher, can I learn yoga with you?"

As soon as these words came out, Jun Sheng began to regret it, but he heard Teacher Bei Luan answer with a smile.

"Okay."

In the initial teaching, Bei Luan was wearing physical clothes to demonstrate and correct his movements, but with Jun Sheng's proficiency, Bei Luan added a cushion to the room, although the two of them were in the same room, but there was no communication during the yoga process, only in the interval between breaks, they would each wrap themselves in towels, while drinking brewed green tea, while chatting about some irrelevant topics.

Even if it was just that, it was already the happiest time of his life for Junsheng.

Junsheng grew up in an orphanage, although his mind is more mature than his peers, but in terms of interaction with the opposite sex, he is immature like a child.

So he never expressed too much emotion to Beiluan.

"Didn't you have an interest in this before?" Bei Luan still remembers the previous conversation.

"Joan Smith has published his latest paper, and I heard that time machines are also being made, so I am afraid that time travel is almost realized."

"If you could time travel, what would you do?"

"I want to go back 20 years."

"Twenty years ago? Why? ”

"Because ......" Jun Sheng paused for a moment before speaking slowly but firmly.

"In that case, I can be with the teacher."

After Jun Sheng said this, he realized that he had missed something again, his face was flushed, and he almost didn't dare to look up.

I heard Bei Luan's sneering laughter in my ears.

"I was not born when you were born, and I am old when you were born."

"You hate me for being late, I hate you for being early."

Bei Luan quietly read this porcelain poem from the Tang Dynasty, and then said lightly: "Close your eyes." ”

Jun Sheng closed his eyes, and he felt that someone was holding him head-on.

Although through a thin towel, I can still feel her soft and warm flesh and rich touch.

Jun Sheng didn't dare to open his eyes, nor did he dare to move, he was afraid that if he moved a little, he would wake up from his dream.

There was a soft and moist touch on his forehead, perhaps Mr. Bei Luan was kissing his forehead.

"I know there must be a lot of things you don't understand, but you can't understand these things either."

Teacher Beiluan's voice sounded in his ears, and the moist and warm breath hit his earlobe, itchy and numb.

"I'll leave the answer to all this for the future."

The sound of glass shattering!

Bei Luan let go of Junsheng in his arms.

Junsheng opened his eyes and saw shards of glass all over the floor, and the window was a dazzling skylight.

The bushes there had been uprooted, tempered glass had been smashed with a single blow with a special hammer, military boots studded with iron nails had stepped on the shards of glass, and three automatic rifles had been pointed at the two men in the room.

Teacher Bei Luan turned her head, she couldn't see much panic with only a towel draped over her body, she raised her hands obediently, signaling that she would not resist.

Jun Sheng was wrapped in a large white towel, looking at the muzzle of the black hole in the hands of the heavily armed policeman, and there were a few red points of light floating on his body.

In that moment, he felt the end of the world.

Six teenagers and teacher Beiluan

"Teacher Beiluan, do you believe in time travel?" Junsheng suddenly asked Teacher Bei Luan.

It was dark in the room, and the light of the three cold-burning candles flickered.

Junsheng had just finished a set of yoga, and his whole body was covered in a thin white mist, and he was **** all over, only with a big white towel around his waist.

That day, after Bei Luan stopped him, he asked him to wait at the door, and he quickly got dressed and walked out.

"Why peek?"

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

After the initial unrelated questioning, Junsheng finally understood what was going on.

Due to the long-term neurasthenia and transient amnesia, Mr. Beiluan could no longer continue his previous job, so he resigned and came to this school to become a junior high school physics teacher.

As instructed by her doctor, she herself underwent rehabilitation at home through nude yoga and moderate meditation.

"What about the different men?"

"My former colleagues, and people who don't know how to find me."

"What about the teachers at school?"

"The teacher is unmarried, and it's not too ugly, it's normal for someone to beat the teacher's idea."

Junsheng really doesn't understand much about adult things.

"What about the awards?"

"This." Teacher Bei Luan smiled and replied, "It's true. ”

There was no disdain and anger, Bei Luan's tone was only faintly narrow.

Originally, the matter was over here, but Junsheng didn't know why, so he asked more questions hotly.

"Teacher, can I learn yoga with you?"

As soon as these words came out, Jun Sheng began to regret it, but he heard Teacher Bei Luan answer with a smile.

"Okay."

In the initial teaching, Bei Luan was wearing physical clothes to demonstrate and correct his movements, but with Jun Sheng's proficiency, Bei Luan added a cushion to the room, although the two of them were in the same room, but there was no communication during the yoga process, only in the interval between breaks, they would each wrap themselves in towels, while drinking brewed green tea, while chatting about some irrelevant topics.

Even if it was just that, it was already the happiest time of his life for Junsheng.

Junsheng grew up in an orphanage, although his mind is more mature than his peers, but in terms of interaction with the opposite sex, he is immature like a child.

So he never expressed too much emotion to Beiluan.

"Didn't you have an interest in this before?" Bei Luan still remembers the previous conversation.

"Joan Smith has published his latest paper, and I heard that time machines are also being made, so I am afraid that time travel is almost realized."

"If you could time travel, what would you do?"

"I want to go back 20 years."

"Twenty years ago? Why? ”

"Because ......" Jun Sheng paused for a moment before speaking slowly but firmly.

"In that case, I can be with the teacher."

After Jun Sheng said this, he realized that he had missed something again, his face was flushed, and he almost didn't dare to look up.

I heard Bei Luan's sneering laughter in my ears.

"I was not born when you were born, and I am old when you were born."

"You hate me for being late, I hate you for being early."

Bei Luan quietly read this porcelain poem from the Tang Dynasty, and then said lightly: "Close your eyes." ”

Jun Sheng closed his eyes, and he felt that someone was holding him head-on.

Although through a thin towel, I can still feel her soft and warm flesh and rich touch.

Jun Sheng didn't dare to open his eyes, nor did he dare to move, he was afraid that if he moved a little, he would wake up from his dream.

There was a soft and moist touch on his forehead, perhaps Mr. Bei Luan was kissing his forehead.

"I know there must be a lot of things you don't understand, but you can't understand these things either."

Teacher Beiluan's voice sounded in his ears, and the moist and warm breath hit his earlobe, itchy and numb.

"I'll leave the answer to all this for the future."

The sound of glass shattering!

Bei Luan let go of Junsheng in his arms.

Junsheng opened his eyes and saw shards of glass all over the floor, and the window was a dazzling skylight.

The bushes there had been uprooted, tempered glass had been smashed with a single blow with a special hammer, military boots studded with iron nails had stepped on the shards of glass, and three automatic rifles had been pointed at the two men in the room.

Teacher Bei Luan turned her head, she couldn't see much panic with only a towel draped over her body, she raised her hands obediently, signaling that she would not resist.

Jun Sheng was wrapped in a large white towel, looking at the muzzle of the black hole in the hands of the heavily armed policeman, and there were a few red points of light floating on his body.

In that moment, he felt the end of the world.

(End of chapter)