The doorman uncle looked fierce and his tone was also fierce, and said to Nan Zhao, "You are like this, what is the phone number of your head teacher, give him a call." ”

“……”

Nan Zhao didn't know the head teacher's phone number.

The registration matter was handled by Jin Yao on her behalf, and he didn't tell her the contact information after leaving school that day, and she didn't think to ask.

This is indeed something she didn't think about enough.

Nan Zhao suddenly realized it at this time.

In this strange and empty city to her, the only thing she can rely on seems to be the person in front of her.

The girl's watery eyes were soaked in the clear and bright emotions that had just risen from poor communication with the doorman, and they were abruptly moistened.

At this time, he looked at Jin Yao like that.

Jin Yao fell coldly into her eyes, the world was quiet, she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned her face away.

Nan Zhao still tugged at his sleeve.

His throat was a little dry.

The girl in my memory used to do the same, pulling at his sleeve.

At that time, she was like a little princess running out of a fairy tale castle, small, wearing a snow-white dress, with a bud, big eyes flashing, and stuffing the candy in her hand to him.

He pushed her away viciously, telling her to get out.

The little girl was stumbled a few times and almost fell.

There was malice in his eyes, and he thought very darkly, let's fall, it's better to cry, and I cried with tears in my eyes and ran to the adults to complain.

Who made her so blind, and came to provoke him.

She is a little princess, and he is a wild weed growing in the wasteland.

But she was not very smart, so she didn't cry unexpectedly, and she still came up with a good temper after standing firm.

He also had the audacity to reach out and grab his sleeve.

"Brother, don't be sad." She touched his head awkwardly, frowned and thought for a long time, and said to him in a milky voice.

"When I grow up, I will marry you as a bride."

"Mom said that in this way, I will never be separated for the rest of my life, I will marry you as a bride and always be with you, okay?"

On that day, his mother remarried, and he still didn't know whether the future would be good or bad.

The house was full, and his mother was busy greeting the guests and ignored him.

Everyone forgot about his existence.

She was only six years old, and she didn't know where she heard about it, so she peeked at him from a distance for a long time, and took advantage of the chaos to innocently bump into him.

Innocent and immature, ignorant and stupid, he comforted him with nonsense.

But the devil sent God, he took the candy and said a good word.

Ten years.

Tong Yan Wuji, she should have been unable to remember.

Nan Zhao looked at him.

Jin Yao lowered his eyelashes slightly, hiding the dark and deep emotions at the bottom of his eyes, avoiding Nan Zhao's eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled down.

He chuckled, "What's the hurry, I didn't leave." ”

As he spoke, he patted her head to show reassurance, and dialed Director Liu's phone number.

He handed over his phone.

Nan Zhao reassured himself and let go of the hand that was holding the boy's sleeve.

The doorman uncle let go after two or three sentences, "Okay, let's move forward, understand each other, and I am also responsible." ”

The phone is still on when I hand it back.

Jin Yao pressed the little girl's shoulder to push the door, and was about to hang up, when he heard Director Liu's angry voice coming out of the earpiece.

"Jin Yao! You kid brought your phone to school again?! ”

The opposite side is furious.

"You give me the mobile phone to the Academic Affairs Office immediately, ignore the school rules and discipline, and write a certificate of integrity protection for violations of discipline."

Nan Zhao turned his head to look at him.

Jin Yao frowned slightly, pressed the little girl's head back, said a few perfunctory sentences at random, and hung up the phone without changing his face.

The roar came to an abrupt halt.

"Let's go, leave him alone."

The class that Nanzhao turned to was on the second floor.

In the past two years, the Ministry of Education has overhauled its policies, canceled the liberal arts and sciences sub-subjects, and officially implemented the new college entrance examination model of "3+1+2".

Therefore, the school should adopt the "class system" teaching.

In order to adapt to the new teaching model, Yizhong also needs to meet the diverse subject selection needs of students to the greatest extent, and finally implement it into a "small class system".

Priority is given to students with the same choice of 3 and 2 subjects in the class, and most students are formed into a fixed class.

The rest of the students are matched to different class types for day class teaching.

Nan Zhao's scientific thinking is stronger than that of liberal arts, but her chemistry is weak, so she didn't hesitate to choose a subject, and chose the three subjects of "Material Politics".

And the coverage rate of these three courses is extremely high.

Nan Zhao followed the door number of the classroom to find the seventh class of the second year of high school.

Jin Yao seems to have completely entered the identity of a parent who sends the little girl in the family to report to study, and he is just two steps behind.

She was a little embarrassed, confirmed the door number, turned to look at the boy behind her, and rubbed the tip of her nose with her hand.

"Brother Jin Yao, I'm here, you can go to class quickly."

There was a commotion in the classroom, and the entire corridor was lively, and the voices of several classes blended together.

Jin Yao put one hand in his pocket. He was wearing a school uniform that was not serious, the zipper was only up to his chest, the neck line was hidden in it, slightly tense, and the uncovered collarbone was lined with a little scorching by the red rope that I didn't know what to embellish.

On the left side of the school uniform is a green school badge, on which is his photo, class information, and ID number.

【Jin Yao】

【Experiment (1) Class】

【132XXX——】

The photo doesn't look like it is now, it's an inch head. It looks gloomy.

He leaned against the window and asked, "Can I do it?" ”

Nan Zhao withdrew his gaze from the school badge and nodded, "Yes." ”

He lifted his chin, "Go inside." ”

Most of the class teachers didn't come, and there was no place for new classmates in the class, so she didn't have to think about it at this time, which would cause restlessness.

Jin Yao waited patiently in the corridor for a while.

Seeing that there was really nothing wrong, he slowly turned around and went upstairs with his schoolbag.

The experimental class is on the fourth floor. The large office of the classroom teacher and the class teacher is also on the fourth floor, and there is a corridor to get there.

As he passed by the office, he knocked on the door twice, stopped at the door and swept in.

The office is very clean, and the early self-study in Yizhong is the student's autonomy, and the teacher is not forced to sit in class, only a few figures.

I have the impression that the head teacher of Class 7 was temporarily transferred from the third year of high school, and he has always been diligent.

His eyes lit up for a moment, and he found his target.

Low opening.

"Teacher Li."

Nan Zhao didn't like this embarrassing situation very much.

She pushed the door open.

Walking into the classroom, the class subconsciously quieted down, except for the people who slept, dozens of pairs of eyes all looked at her.

The group of classmates did not move away when they realized that the person who had come in turned out to be an unfamiliar face.

Nan Zhao froze for two seconds and closed the door.

She suddenly felt that those gazes were more obvious.

"Who?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

"There are hundreds of millions of good-looking ......"

"Classmate, this is the seventh class of the second year of high school, did you go to the wrong classroom?"

"......" Nan Zhao stiffened, pursed his lips in embarrassment, and was just about to open his mouth to explain, when the closed door made a movement.

She swallowed down the explanation and took two steps to the side.

The person who came was a middle-aged man.

As soon as he appeared, the whispering class instantly fell silent.

Seeing their reaction, Nan Zhao hesitated, "...... Teacher, okay? ”

This is a middle-aged man who looks very kind, looking at about forty or fifty appearances, and nodded when he heard it.

"Hello." He looked at her with a kind expression, and said softly, "Nan Zhao, right, your brother has already told me just now." My name is Li Mingming, and I am the homeroom teacher of the seventh class of the second year of high school. ”

Brother?

Nan Zhao held the strap of his schoolbag and blinked.