The breeze was blowing, with the cold air of early spring, and the smoke was swirling, and Wu Xiaoyu was suddenly a little sad. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I just disappear like this, moving with the wind, teaching people who don't know what to say, teaching classes that don't know what to say, what is the point of all this except for making me have enough food and clothing? When did I start to have these thoughts?

This sadness is completely unnecessary, and he will soon be able to live a magnificent life. Whether he wants it or not.

When the last student in sight walked up the stairs, he closed the iron door and followed him upstairs.

Her name is Ye Ling, Wu Xiaoyu stared at the swaying and sleek buttocks in front of her, and her mouth was a little tight. With the exception of boys and ugly girls, he can remember the names of all the other students.

Ye Ling was eighteen years old---- he could legally communicate between spirit and body, and he could teach everything from psychology to physiology without sanctioning the age dividing line.

This is also Wu Xiaoyu's favorite type of teaching, she is always the last one to go upstairs every day (what a good word, if it was an earlier era, she could probably add spring flowers and beautiful decorations such as Lichun in front of the "building").

According to Wu Xiaoyu's usual field visit to the women's dormitory---- the official name is health inspection. Ye Ling's biggest hobby in the dormitory is to study seriously. That's really serious, concentrated, without distractions, and devotes himself to all kinds of slimming and whitening magazines.

Wu Xiaoyu stared at the ass viciously and went up to the second floor, continuing to watch it sway, and did not reluctantly withdraw his gaze until he entered the computer room.

The second floor is divided into five rooms. It was heard from afar that Principal Chen's plastic Mandarin split-screen classroom was closest to the end and closest to the toilet, which was not to indicate that the classroom smelled bad, because the smell of the two was about the same.

The remaining four rooms are all in the same layout, with about twenty computers against the wall. Like an Internet café turned into a school, it is also like a school converted into an Internet café, and even the keyboard and mouse are second-hand goods eliminated by Internet cafes.

Colorful displays, a host of all kinds. As long as a student's action is slightly bigger and touches the chassis, it will be Wu Xiaoyu's bad luck.

He had to get under the table, endure the smell of rancidity, the smell of sweat, the smell of feet, touch the melon seeds, the bags, the leftover buns of the morning, and struggle in the dense lines.

That's like playing a live version of Resident Evil!

This is not a fun thing, and the memory of suffering makes Wu Xiaoyu shiver. It was the off-season for admissions, and there were very few students, so he found a computer room where no one was around, sat down, took out the phone, and opened the novel panel when he held it up in front of him.

There he sat down.

He felt a little hungry as soon as he started reading, but his stomach had just filled three pies and he felt full.

But I was still hungry, hungry from the heart, like an addiction to smoking in the middle of the night that cannot be satisfied.

Odd? He frowned and straightened up, feeling it carefully, and gradually, the feeling of hunger disappeared.

When his hands and feet gradually became a little numb, Wu Xiaoyu heard the sound of the classroom opening the door. It was time for class to end, and quickly, all kinds of noisy voices rang out, the sound of pushing the keyboard board, the sound of stomping feet, the sound of eager conversation, the sound of stool moving.

He continued to read the novel and waited until everything was quiet before he walked into the computer room and pulled down the switch.

The work went well, and he smiled to himself.

......

The admissions office set up in the residential house is the most comfortable place in the whole school, with beautifully decorated rooms and friendly and beautiful reception teachers.

This is also the expression of the will of the boss's view of running the school: enrollment first.

The room was warm, and as soon as he entered the door, Wu Xiaoyu stretched comfortably.

"Teacher Wu is finally willing to pull it?"

The owner of the voice had a round face, tied in a ponytail, and the sparkle in her dark eyes flowed as if she had seen something happy, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, bringing out two small dimples on her rosy cheeks.

She sniffled---- this was what she was used to---- continued, "It's cold today, it's better for me here." ”

"yes, so I'm down in a hurry."

"Are you in such a hurry?"

"Yes, to see Teacher Zhou."

"So now that you've seen it, are you happy?"

There has been progress, and today's dialogue has opened up a bit.

After letting go of some of the conversations, Wu Xiaoyu had already sat down on the chair opposite Zhou Qi's desk, looked at the girl's eyes with a smile and said, "I'm very happy, just enough to see enough." ”

Zhou Qi was transferred from other places by his boss this year and has only been working for two weeks. It can be seen that her family is not wealthy, and she is reluctant to wear clothes of more than 80 yuan with a blue screen NOKIA of 200 yuan without any entertainment function, except for the watch given to her by her grandmother when she was 18 years old, there is no other jewelry.

But she doesn't feel sorry for herself, she is a girl who still has a dream, a sincere smile on her face, and a thick law book or English book in her hand every day. Serious and diligent work to complete all the work.

It's no easy job: turn on the air conditioner at 8 a.m. and turn it off at 5 p.m.

For her, the only pleasure of every day is to chat with Wu Xiaoyu after class. This is naturally one of Wu Xiaoyu's pleasures.

In the face of such a lovely girl, it is very strange, he just likes to tease often, but he rarely has the usual animal mentality.

She's like me a few years ago. He found a reason for his aberration.

In the face of Wu Xiaoyu's undisguised scrutiny, she was a little dodgy, slightly sideways with embarrassment, revealing a white neck, but then wrinkled her nose again, turned her head and stared back not to be outdone, Wu Xiaoyu could clearly understand the swiftness conveyed on her beautiful face: I'm not afraid of you looking at me.

She was actually scared, and after a few seconds, she lowered her head and placed the book on the table with a clatter.

It didn't take long for Zhou Qi to be seen by Wu Xiaoyu that his cheeks became more and more rosy, and his forehead was shiny.

Thankfully, Sister Yu, who was cooking, brought the food into the next room.

"It's time to eat." Zhou Qi said with a slight tremble, with a bit of relief, she hurriedly stood up, and forgot to push the chair back to its original place.

Wu Xiaoyu wrinkled her nose like her, smiled and walked to the dining table, very simple meals, fried meat sausages with chili, stir-fried cabbage, and pig blood soup.

Pig blood soup?

It was as if someone had whipped it with a whip.

Wu Xiaoyu couldn't wait for the others to take a seat, he picked up the bowl and poured it full, regardless of the temperature, he stood straight and poured his stomach.

When Zhou Qi came over with a soup spoon, Wu Xiaoyu had already sat down on the chair, and she looked at the soup bowl that was already half missing.

"So hungry today? Did you do too many bad things last night? ”

She habitually teased, but Wu Xiaoyu didn't answer her, she raised her head to look.

He still had his usual smile, but his eyes were half-squinted and unfocused.