On the way from the guard room to the dormitory building, next to a building in the armed forces department on the right, an old man with gray hair and dressed in formal clothes on a hot day was directing a group of workers to carry various decoration tools to an outdoor staircase. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhang Bolang raised his head and saw that several of the workers at the front had already entered a room on the second floor. There was a sign on the door that read "Conference Room" in three gold letters.

This kind of inconsequential thing naturally can't arouse Zhang Bolang's interest.

He turned around, walked downstairs to the dormitory, and stepped directly into the hallway.

The sun is shining in the west, which makes most of the floor of the dormitory building paved with a layer of orange color, which also makes the temperature in the dormitory building a few points higher than outside.

Listening to his footsteps, Zhang Bolang slowly climbed up. He wanted to go to the classroom early, but he didn't dare to speed up, the narrow corridor was like a chimney, closed in all directions, and there was not a trace of wind.

The higher he climbed, the hotter Zhang Bolang felt on his body, and the air around him gradually turned into a thick cotton jacket, clamping him tightly and making him breathless.

After finally persevering to the third floor, Zhang Bolang couldn't bear it anymore, he looked around, and finally found an even narrower shadow from the already narrow corridor and stopped.

He immediately regretted the decision.

As soon as he stopped, Mr. Spy immediately realized that there was no place on his body that was even more comfortable.

In particular, the bare skin on the face, neck, and forearms transmits bursts of tingling and sticky information to the brain through countless nerve fibers.

Standing in the shadows, Mr. Spy pulled his mouth and gasped, his left hand propped up his waist, and his right hand only touched his neck slightly, and he felt a large bead of sweat, and also felt a large handful of coarse dust that could not be discerned.

I don't know how long later, when Zhang Lang's nails became black and greasy due to wiping sweat everywhere, he finally closed his mouth and ended the bellows-like panting.

At this time, he heard a faint sound from the environment that he thought was quiet.

To be precise, it's the voice of someone speaking.

The voice was quite vague, and it was impossible to hear the specific content, but as a training teacher with more than ten years of work experience, Zhang Bolang heard the taste of his peers.

Yes, the taste of peers.

The voice, with that characteristic calm and neutral tone that he was familiar with; He used the characteristic persuasive tone he was familiar with.

The most important thing is that the voice, although subtle, is continuous, which is the characteristic of the teacher's lectures.

This must be the "that" teacher at Xiangcheng Computer School.

Zhang Bolang thought so, just from this voice, he judged that the teaching ability of "that" teacher was definitely far above himself.

This point was expected by Zhang Bolang, but there was no special feeling.

After a few more moments, he finally stepped out of the narrow shadows and slowly ascended the stairs behind, this time at a slower pace, and it took him a while to finally make it up to the fourth floor.

After stepping on the last step, following the direction pointed out by the doorman, Zhang Bolang turned around and walked to the right.

As soon as he turned the corner, the gentleman's body immediately trembled, and his heart was shocked.

In the direction of the classroom that the doorman said, on the two-meter-wide balcony corridor, the sun was shining obliquely, but Zhang Bolang was sure that there was absolutely no light on the ground.

All the light coming from the sky has definitely been blocked by these dense bodies in front of you.

Dense body.

They stretched from the end of the corridor to about two meters in front of Zhang Bolang, and at a rough glance, there were no less than sixty or seventy people.

Zhang Bolang could not determine the exact number, and this was not the focus of his concern.

He couldn't believe his ears, because apart from the sound of his own breathing, heartbeat, and the faint sound of lectures in the classroom, Zhang Bolang couldn't hear any other sounds.

This dense crowd of people seemed to have been hit by the evil law at the same time, as if they had lost all their ability to move. They just stood dumbfounded, not one of them spoke, and none of them moved.

If it weren't for the beads of sweat on the foreheads of a few people nearby; And under his forehead, if there are occasionally blinking eyes, Zhang Bolang will definitely think that these bodies are not real people, but a pile of clay figurines and wood sculptures placed by some mischievous guy.

It was about the time when he finally reached the open place, when a gentle breeze blew softly, blowing the clothes of Zhang Lang and the clothes of the many people standing in front of him.

This long-lost breeze failed to bring any comfortable feeling to Zhang Bolang.

What they bring is not coolness, but chill.

If you fall into an ice cellar, the cold hair stands upside down.

Fortunately, this spirit also allowed Zhang Bolang to recover his adult mind, and he immediately noticed the abnormality of these people.

Most of these people wear suits and leather shoes, and occasionally a few are dressed in slightly more casual clothes, which are also of high quality and valuable at first glance; The way they stand is that their upper body leans forward slightly, towards the direction of the classroom; And their faces are all serious, focused, and attentive expressions.

This posture, this expression, Zhang Bolang is no stranger.

This posture, this kind of expression, when Zhang Bolang himself taught the students, when he talked about the most proud and wonderful points, he also saw this kind of performance from the students.

Zhang Bolang's most proud of the excitement, each course, there are a full few minutes of amazing time; And the number of students with this kind of performance, in each class, is a staggering number of whole people.

However, in any case, Zhang Bolang, a teacher at a vocational training school, can still be seen at a glance.

It's an extremely engrossed way of listening.

They're listening to "that" teacher in the classroom!

After making this judgment, Zhang Bolang immediately became strongly curious.

Neuropathy is the same...... Does it sound so good?

Although he was a little unimpressed, Zhang Bolang couldn't help but turn sideways and poke his head out to listen.

As before, the voice of the lecture was still faint, and Zhang Bolang couldn't hear anything clearly.

No way? They can hear clearly, but I can't hear clearly? Patting his ears, Zhang Bolang tried again.

Still can't hear anything clearly.

Could it be that the office has been noisy for too long and my ears are not used to it? Zhang Bolang shook his head vigorously, and his ears were neither painful nor itchy, but this shaking of his head made him suddenly find a rather special figure among the people standing in the last few rows.

The figure stood diagonally, without any unusual movements, and his body was not strong, even a little thin.

But this thin body exudes an incomparable momentum.

He stood so simply, but he shone as brightly as the moon in the starry sky; as bright as a pearl in the dust; It's as striking as the maggots in an earthworm pile.

If he hadn't been shocked by the crowd on the balcony when he first went upstairs, Zhang Bolang would have found this benevolent brother wearing only a sleeveless undershirt in this crowd of people in suits and leather shoes.

Liu Songling.

Zhang Bolang read softly, this is an old acquaintance, a training teacher from another vocational school---- "Yixing Computer School" ----.

He immediately squeezed over and reached out to pat Liu Songling's back.

As soon as the palm of his hand touched the sweatshirt, Zhang Wawa's palm immediately felt a hot and moist feeling.

Where he touched, a distinct palm print appeared, and a few drops of sweat were dripping down the hem of his shirt and onto the ground.

However, the owner of the undershirt did not react, until Zhang Bolang patted him on the shoulder again, Liu Songling slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Bolang blankly, and after a few seconds, he finally shot a little acquaintance from his eyes.

His first words were, "What? ”

Zhang Bolang asked rhetorically, "How did you hear that?" ”

This sentence was a bit clueless, but Liu Songling immediately knew what Zhang Bolang wanted to express, he pursed his lips and said, "This ......"

Liu Songling said as he took off a thing he was wearing on his left ear.

This kind of thing, as early as ten minutes ago, as early as the alley of the Ministry of Armed Forces, as early as on the packaging box in someone's hand, Zhang Bolang had already seen its appearance.

Hearing aid!

He immediately understood the brain-dead salesman's strange behavior, and he also understood his strange expression.

However, Zhang Bolang doesn't have time to think too much now.

With Liu Songling's help, he quickly put the hearing aid behind his ear.

In fact, hearing aids, like glasses, are very unsuitable for normal people. Although it does increase hearing a little bit, it does have some side effects.

No one told Zhang Bolang about this, and he just felt that after getting used to the dizzying noises and tinnitus for a while, he really heard the voices in the classroom a little more clearly.

At this time, it was the penultimate day of the end of the graphic design class.

Wu Xiaoyu is naturally the penultimate class of graphic design, and the content he talks about at this time has already exceeded the scope that Zhang Bolang, a third-rate teacher in a third-rate school, can master.

In fact, Wu Xiaoyu is explaining the question of "how to choose between design works in terms of realism and exaggeration", Zhang Bolang has not even heard of it before.

However, maybe it's because of his profession, maybe it's because of accumulation, maybe it's because of Wu Xiaoyu, or maybe it's all three, after only listening to two or three sentences, Zhang Bolang grasped the main points of Wu Xiaoyu's explanation, and also established a clear idea of the problem he was explaining.

Like Wu Xiaoyu's usual lecture style, the question lasted only a short minute.

In this short minute, Zhang Bolang's head was running at full speed.

It is very strange that Wu Xiaoyu's way of lecturing seems to have a magical power, which makes Zhang Bolang feel schizophrenic, almost pathological.

At this moment, he is not only listening attentively to the explanation, but also has a earth-shaking change in his concept of a specific aspect of graphic design, but the two are not interfering with each other, but at the same time.

Many questions from former students, those questions that he had been vague and vague, those questions that he couldn't actually understand even himself, Zhang Bolang found answers in just one minute.

Many tutorials that I couldn't understand when I was surfing the Internet before, the principles that I couldn't figure out when flipping books, the parts that I skipped during lectures, and the focus of quarrels during small talk, Zhang Bolang found the answers in just one minute.

Vaguely, Zhang Bolang also felt that as long as he had just comprehended something he had just comprehended, as long as he thought about and studied it carefully after going back, there was definitely a great possibility of further deduction and improvement.

But he didn't dare to think deeply at this time, because he was afraid that he would miss any of Wu Xiaoyu's next words, so he forced himself to listen carefully to the next content, and suppressed all the many thoughts that came to him into the depths of his consciousness first.

Suddenly.

It's all over.

In Zhang Bolang's ears, there was only a faint sound left.

The hearing aid was taken off by Liu Songling.

Immediately, Zhang Bolang's body was stunned, his head shook slightly, and the capillaries around his eyes immediately began to transfuse blood abnormally, and its shape immediately became a perfect circle, staring at the old acquaintance in front of him.

Liu Songling had already turned around, didn't look at him, and only dropped a fluttering sentence:

"It's mine."

Exercise......

Two minutes later, Zhang Bolang put a new pair of hearing aids on his ears.

Two minutes of time, one of which is spent on the brain-dead salesman's instructions on the use of hearing aids, and the other minute is spent running back and forth between the classroom and the alley.

In these two minutes, Zhang Bolang's wallet has reduced some of the burden; And on his clothes, some weight has been added.

The sunset shone obliquely, making half of Zhang Wave's body yellow.

Although there was no one behind him, and even occasionally he could feel the slightest cool breeze, Zhang Bolang's forehead, face, neck, chest and back were still covered with beads of sweat.

There is no doubt that Zhang Bolang's body is definitely hotter now than when he was huddled in a small shadow just now; But compared to just now, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort now.

This is nothing, among the sixty or seventy people on the balcony, Zhang Bolang is the one who comes the latest, the one who is the back, and the coolest in body.

Including Zhang Bolang, everyone was crowded together, no one spoke, and no one made any movements. Except for the magnified explanations in their ears, they didn't seem to know what heat was, and they didn't know that the beads of sweat dripping from the hem of their clothes had formed a small stall of water stains at their feet.

Xiangcheng Computer School should really increase the number of doctors.

After all, the miracle of no one suffering from heat stroke cannot last forever.

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