And Si Yan also understands his routines very well, as soon as he heard him say that he would go to his dormitory to take a shower after the evening self-study in the afternoon, he knew that this person was greedy, and he would go to the school commissary in advance to buy a bag of snacks and take them home.

At the end of the evening self-study, Chi Xiao followed Si Yan back to the teacher's dormitory from the teaching building.

This distance is not long but not short, and the campus of No. 1 High School is a combination of small, junior and high school, and covers an area comparable to that of a small university.

The first batch of students who rushed out of the classroom had already arrived in the cafeteria, enjoying a not-so-delicious supper, and the school road was very quiet, and several bustling students were walking slowly, and Si Yan and Chixiao were also among them.

"Hmm."

Si Yan stuffed a headset into Chixiao's ear.

"The list of choral songs given by the school, you can listen to which one you think is appropriate."

Chi Xiao is a person with no artistic cells, and he doesn't have any aesthetic ability for songs and other things, so he can't tell the difference, the only feeling at this moment is that he is too close to Si Yan, and the good smell of the man's body fills his nose, almost taking away all his thinking ability.

Seeing that he didn't react, Si Yan asked, "What?" ”

Chixiao shook his head very lightly and looked up at the people around him.

The two of them happened to walk under a street lamp, and in the dark night, the brightest light fell overhead, and the two faces looked at each other quietly.

What does Chixiao want to say?

He forgot.

Only the beauty of the general in his eyes, he liked his indifferent feeling of being as indifferent as a cloud but easily trampling the world under his feet, and decided that only such a person could be the master of the first divine sword.

But now Si Yan doesn't have such a powerful aura, but he still has the ability to hook souls.

He stiffened his neck and tilted his head to look at the face that was close at hand.

The corners of Si Yan's lips were slightly raised, and his thin lips glowed beautifully under the orange light of the street lamp.

"What's wrong?"

Chixiao didn't move, he raised his hand and gently poked the corner of the young man's forehead.

"What a god?"

It just so happened that the ensemble singing list in the headphones was played, and a pop song poured into Chixiao's mind, and the affectionate female voice was singing:

You are the heartbeat of the past life, and you are the mark on the chest of the next life.

Something seed fell in Chi Xiao's heart, and it happened to take root and sprout silently in the void left after Chi Xiao's consciousness disappeared.

"How?" Seeing that he still didn't react, Si Yan asked again.

The expression on Chixiao's face was not relaxed, and he walked forward with some ignorance and confusion.

The connected headphone cable allowed Si Yan to keep up with him, and it was obvious that he was chasing him forward, I don't know if it was because the young man had short legs, walking and walking, and he was in front of him, and Chixiao fell half a step away.

Not close, not far.

Chixiao suddenly asked, "Teacher, what do you think your real 'success' is?" Do you want your students to be admitted to a university that they are satisfied with? ”

Si Yan smiled faintly.

"I want them to remember this time more than their grades."

"A good university can indeed determine a person's future path, but I hope that my students will be able to leave some more precious memories after spending their most precious youth years in addition to their grades."

Chixiao was puzzled.

"Other...... Memory...... What is it? ”

Si Yan raised his hand and put his arm around his shoulder: "To put it simply, the result is very important, but what you gain in the process is equally important. ”