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"The temperature has been getting colder and colder lately. I heard that the warmest way to spend the winter is to hug and warm up with the person you love, but I don't know where is the person who wants to hold you at this moment? Where's the person you want to hold? Have you found your home, or are you wandering alone in the hustle and bustle of the city? I remember Wang Xiaobo once said......"

"If you are listening to any emotional confusion, feel free to call 8888-8888 to 939 The Sound of Music, Ashin is here for you."

"Hehe, we just received a call from a fan......"

"Hey...... Is it Ashin? ”

"That's right, my ...... Dad, who is a professor of literature at XX University, recently had a conflict with my mom and has been away from home for many days...... I hope he can hear what I say......"

"May I ask what is your surname, Miss? Please don't worry just yet......"

……

I was listening with relish when the crack in the door opened.

I was startled and jumped more than half a meter high.

He Yu walked out of the broadcasting room and stood in front of me, with the sculpture's cold facial features without a trace of expression.

"Zhang Tianyou? Is there something wrong. ”

"Hey, hey...... It's okay Mr. He. I went to the toilet. ”

He Yu's brows gradually frowned.

"The toilet is on the third floor. This is the fifth floor. ”

"Ah yes, I see, haha. Uh, then I'll go back first, you get busy first. ”

After an incoherent snort, I stumbled downstairs and met another person walking up.

I remember that she was the new intern teacher this semester, surnamed Zhang, and I could give a score of 7.2. She is only three or four years older than us, and everyone calls her Sister Zhang in private.

Mingren doesn't say dark words, she is the woman I want to soak. One.

But now is clearly not the best time to increase your opinion. I hurriedly said hello to her, intending to slip away. She was holding a large box of unknown things in her arms, and she was a little flustered when she saw me. I didn't pay attention, and jumped down the three steps of Tengtengteng, and when I turned two staircases, I suddenly stopped.

It's half past eight in the evening.

There are only a few dozen students left on the third floor to study on their own.

There are no classrooms above the third floor. But Mr. He, who supervised the evening self-study, went to the radio room 15 minutes ago.

- Now Sister Zhang has also gone up.

The detective radar in my head was buzzing, and I knew there was something going on.

I tiptoed upstairs. Like a thief stealing underwear.

Quietly returning to the fifth floor, the blackened corridor was filled with only light from the crack in the door of the broadcasting room, and I slowly approached, so I could hear the sound coming from inside.

"Teacher He, try this! Handmade assorted chocolates, something for everyone. ”

"The packaging inside has not been opened, but the white is milky, the black is plain, the yellow is durian, and the red is strawberry......

"Sorry...... I'm allergic to durian. ”

"Uh...... Then you can just take out the yellow chocolate and leave it alone. ”

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"Huh?"

"I can't...... Forget about the chocolate, thank you, Xiao Zhang. ”

"This ......"

Hearing this, my eyes widened, my heart was furious, and I rolled up my sleeves...... After being silent for a while, he hurriedly walked downstairs and returned to the classroom of the first class of high school.

The classroom was very noisy, and without the supervision of Teacher He, everyone was not very self-disciplined.

In fact, if they hadn't been forced to stay because they failed the math mock exam, these guys wouldn't have stayed in Flint to spend this wonderful Friday night.

Of course, that includes me.

Someone teamed up to fight the king at the other end, and someone scribbled on the blackboard. I flew through the gang and headed straight into the corner. That corner has always seemed to have some kind of aura that no one can approach, and no one dares to approach it. Because Shi Zuo was sitting there.

I sat down beside him, panting.

"I'm mad, I'm really angry!"

"He Yu actually sent a good person card to Zhang Mei! No, that's not the point! Zhang Mei would like that kind of nerd style! No, that's not the point...... Zhang Mei actually went to be a licking dog for others! Wrong...... That's not the point either...... Sister Zhang doesn't like me......"

Shi Zuocai slowly pulled his head out of the book and looked at me expressionlessly.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

I looked at Shi Zuocai in silence, and my eyes gradually filled with tears of sadness.

"Brother Cai, I'm out of love again."

Shi Zuocai turned his head away, ignored me, and continued to read. After a while, I suddenly said "14th".

I was not convinced, and continued: "I am sincere to Sister Zhang." ”

Shi Zuocai said: "The 8th." ”

I stopped talking. After a while, I suddenly remembered something.

"Caicai, speaking of which, why are you here?"

Those who remained in the classroom were those who failed the math test. Shi Zuocai is this person, although he usually does the questions very seriously and quickly, but when it comes to the exam, he is like a deflated ball, he can't get a high score in the exam, and he has been hovering on the edge of the passing line - it is precisely because of this that I have always had a sense of closeness to him that he is "the same person who has fallen from the end of the world".

That being said, Shi Zuocai still rarely fails an exam. Although I am very happy that he can accompany me here, I can't help but feel a little more curious in my heart.

To this, his answer was:

"It's missing."

I let out an "oh". It's not uncommon to miscalculate a key topic. Then he said casually:

"Is it because of the last big question? It's really hard. I've seen through the weirdness in it, but I only have time to write a 'solution'......"

Shi Zuocai suddenly added coldly:

"It's a mistake, Liu Yanshi is coming to my house for a party tonight."

I was silent for almost half a minute.

"Did you fail the test on purpose?"

He ignored me and continued to bury his head in the book, which was called "The Tin Man".

I didn't allow Shi Zuo to turn a blind eye to me, so I continued to talk:

"You say, Sister Zhang is young, how can she like that kind of nerd He Yu? You say it's because of my looks, no matter how handsome I am, I can't compare to me......"

"Moreover, he usually looks so dull, like an elm head, he doesn't say much, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like an honest man with no sense of existence, I think he was arrested to help in the infirmary and to help in the radio room, so he was bullied very ...... Isn't it just a little more mature, where is there a good ......?"

Shi Zuocai closed the book a little frustrated and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Not necessarily."

"Huh??"

"Isn't he engaged?"

"Engaged? When did it happen? How I don't know. ”

"Ever since I was in high school, he's been wearing an engagement ring on the middle finger of his right hand. However, the first semester of the second year of high school ...... That is, about a year ago, he took it off. ”

I've never noticed such details. After thinking about it, I suddenly felt very surprised.

"Wait a minute, we were in different classes in the first year of high school, He Yu is obviously the math teacher in my class, how did you know him?"

Shi Zuocai said expressionlessly:

"I know the basic information of all the teachers and students in the school, and some unnecessary handles."

I grinned:

"What are you doing with it?"

"Just in case."

I didn't know what he meant by "unforeseen", but I subconsciously tightened my belt.

However, the clues he gave about the wedding ring reminded me of something that seemed inconsequential.

"No wonder there is that kind of diary......"

Shi Zuocai suddenly turned his head and looked at me in surprise. From what I've known about this brother for many years, it's clear that he's asking, "What diary?" ”

I threw him a "I'll tell you" look, and he replied with a "I don't understand" look.

I sighed, looked around, and pulled out my phone.

"Actually, it's nothing...... I once was too bored to do my homework, so I casually searched for math problems on Baidu, and on a whim, I typed He Yu's name again......"

I will never tell Shi Zuocai the truth: in fact, I wanted to see if I could search for the math examples that He had encountered on the Internet, and did "betting exercises" for the next day's mock test, so I made this kind of mentally retarded behavior. But I'm not ashamed of it, there are so many boring people in the world that I'm sure everyone has tried to type their name into a search engine.

All in all, after typing the words "He Yu", "Math Problem", and "Exam" into the search engine, and turning a few pages boringly, what catches my eye is a blog with little reading.

There happens to be a sentence on the blog:

[#1337# After dinner, Mr. He corrected today's math homework in the study, saying that he would come up with a set of math problems to prepare for tomorrow's mock exam. I was watching a drama in the living room and fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, I found that Mr. He had quietly covered me with a blanket. This wooden guy is so cute when he is gentle. 】

The title of this blog is "100,000 Reasons to Like Mr. He 11/07", the number of the suffix happens to be the date, and the number in the hashtag represents the serial number of "Reasons for Liking" - that is to say, the owner of the blog is serialized in the form of a diary, counting from the first diary, it has been tirelessly persisting for three years, and the reasons for liking Mr. He have also been serialized to more than 3,000, and they have been updated until yesterday.

Out of the psychology of gossip, I studied it with relish for most of the night, and I really couldn't find too many useful clues in addition to the dazzling array of fleshy love stories.

And the "Mr. He" recorded in the blog has never mentioned his real name, I am not sure that it is my math teacher He Yu, so I just watched it as a romance novel with no marginal plot, and only the next day I put this matter behind me.

It wasn't until Shi Zuo put forward the argument that "He Yu should have been engaged", and this little thing hidden in the depths of my memory gradually surfaced in my mind.

I showed this blog to Shi Zuocai, also in the spirit of sharing gossip, and I didn't expect him to unearth any shocking news from it.

But to my surprise, Shi Zuocai, who is usually not interested in everything in life, gradually became solemn after scanning a few diaries at random.

He took his mobile phone, kept clicking on a diary, quickly skimmed through it, jumped a few pages forward, clicked on a random one to continue browsing, and after repeating it a few times, his brows gradually frowned.

"This blog ...... There is a problem. ”