You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

Chapter 127

Qi Chongshan finally got Ye Yiming, and just returned to his department to take a breather, Ling Yifeng happened to send away the confused child, and started to get busy.

Prepare lessons, attend classes, correct homework, observe old teachers in class, write papers, prepare topics, do teaching and scientific research, stare at self-study, talk to students...

There are quite a few students living on campus in the class. He and Qi Zhongshan didn't live on campus back then, so they didn't feel it. Only after acting for the head teacher did they know that at night, the head teacher had to check the dormitory with the teacher on duty.He originally thought that the province's key bed inspection was just a formality. Who would have thought that last night he would actually catch a few players who stayed up late at night playing poker, and confiscated the cards on the spot? Empty, further processing.

If he knew that being a teacher was so busy at that time, he wouldn't even want to take the teacher's exam if he was killed!

No wonder the proprietress always had a stern face back then, she almost found out that she was not getting enough sleep, can she laugh?

Ling Yifeng sighed while listening to the boys playing poker with their heads bowed in self-criticism.

Don't these kids usually have good grades? Why do they still want to play poker in the middle of the night...

For no reason, he thought that he would live with his boyfriend during the summer vacation of the second year of high school, and Qi Zhongshan, who didn't stop much in the middle of the night, suddenly felt that it was understandable.

So why do people have their own ambitions? There is also a precedent for the champion of the city staying up late at night to play with his boyfriend. What is playing poker?

"...That's the situation, Mr. Ling, you may not believe it, but it was the person in Class Eight who took the initiative to fight..." The leading boy summed up rather aggrievedly, "Our class's grades and style of study are comparable to those of the eighth class. Good class..."

"Why didn't you say it was the poker game that you took the initiative to play?" Ling Yifeng sighed again, drove the figure of Qi Zhongshan out of his eyes, and continued to fight wits and courage with the children in front of him, "It's not that the score is better than eight How is the class? I can wait and see, the mid-term exam is due this week, if the exam is not good, let's settle the old and new grudges."

"Hey, Deling!" Knowing that he didn't mean to be a parent, the boys immediately jumped up, "Long live Mr. Ling!"

"Nonsense to shorten your life," Ling Yifeng slapped each one on the back of the head, "What's the situation in our class competition?"

This is a science class, and he became the English teacher of this group when he was divided into arts and science classes in the second year of high school. After a few days, the class teacher took maternity leave.The school didn't know whether it was due to the fact that his single young male teacher had more time and good health, or because he had been in the school's best key class before and knew the school situation, so he was appointed as the acting head teacher without a word.Time is short, no matter how hard he works, there are still many small things that he can't remember, and it is easy to overlap with his previous situation.

"You're only in the second year of high school, what's the situation?" A boy turned to look at him, "It would be nice to have someone pass the city competition, and our class is not a key class."

"It's been a week," another boy answered, "Mathematics, right? It's not easy. The professor our school hired said that there is a knowledge point that we haven't had time to teach."

"Oh," Ling Yifeng was stunned for a while, and then said without thinking, "Are all the basketball players in our school so good?"

Not only is he powerful, but he also looks a bit like him. From the first day he led the class, he noticed that this boy named Zhou Xing was partial, and he was a school basketball player. The key is that he looks like Qi Zhongshan back then. They look alike, especially when they smile, the upward curves of the corners of the mouth and eyes are almost exactly the same.

"That's right, Virtue and Art." One of the boys laughed, and he seemed to be a school basketball player, "Mr. Ling is free to play together. I'll let you start."

"No time," Ling Yifeng stretched his waist, "Your last exam papers are still with me and you haven't finished correcting them."

It's too embarrassing to say that he can't play. Although he really can't, he only learned dribbling and spot shooting from Qi Zhongshan.

"Then I have to pull you to play ball." Several boys were joking just now, but when they saw the proprietress walking towards them, they became obedient in an instant, bowed obediently one by one, and ran to the class after saying hello.

Since Ling Yifeng is a new teacher, he recognized Yu Yingying as a teacher, and at the same time followed the proprietress to learn to be the head teacher. It happened that the proprietress was also the math teacher of this class, so it was convenient to take care of her.She said she was taking care of her, but in fact she was stricter than Ling Yifeng, and she also assumed part of the responsibility of disciplining students and contacting parents. If she hadn't already taken another key class, Ling Yifeng would not be able to take over this class.

It is precisely because of this that the whole class may not feel anything when they see Ling Yifeng coming, but when they see the proprietress, they feel similar to Ling Yifeng back then.

"I'm still running, and I'm not afraid of bumping into people again!" The proprietress frowned and said a few words to them, then turned her head to look at Ling Yifeng, "Don't play around with them, you won't be able to hold back when the time comes. Know."

"It's clear, it's wrong, it's wrong," Ling Yifeng raised his hands helplessly, "I'm always beating my heart every day, just because I'm afraid of encountering a thorn in my head. Fortunately, no one knocked me down face to face. It's much better than I was back then."

"Hey, you don't understand now," the voice of another young female teacher came from the office, "The ones who are more skinny and more troublesome have the best grades, and our school has the provincial and municipal champions There were major events in those few years, and one year before the city champion exam, you were stabbed by a gangster with a knife, were you still studying at that time?"

This female teacher came from the class after Ling Yifeng's graduation. She didn't know him, probably because Xiaoying was there. No one in this office deliberately mentioned that Ling Yifeng had something to do with that big event back then. Ling Yifeng reckoned that she probably didn't know.

"Ah," Ling Yifeng responded, "I was in the same year as him."

"Really," the female teacher was obviously a little surprised, "Our school repaired the light box during the summer vacation, and pasted the photos and resumes of each champion on the back of the light box, saying that it was to motivate students. As soon as the school started, the girls in our class exploded and said that they would take the exam. The attached doctor said that the photo of that young man’s ID card looks good?”

"A real person looks better," Ling Yifeng said calmly, "he's tall and has eight-pack abs."

"Didn't you say you like men?" Another female teacher said, her eyes kept looking at Ling Yifeng, making him feel uncomfortable.

This Ling Yifeng has no memory, but judging by his age, he should know what happened back then.

For some reason, he became a little impatient.

The longer he grows up, the more he understands why Qi Zhongshan took care of everything he liked in those days, and made it clear in front of everyone, because being talked about and suspected behind his back would make people feel even more uncomfortable. Many things are not as good as Say it openly to your face.

"Ah, yes," Ling Yifeng said before the proprietress was about to change the subject, "My ex-boyfriend."

"Hey!" The female teacher sighed inexplicably.

The proprietress took a deep look at him, shook her head, closed the door, turned and left.

I don't know if he is shaking his head at his retreat and weakness back then, or at his current recklessness.

Ling Yifeng knew that although the proprietress still regarded him as her own student to protect the calf, she actually disliked him back then, but he didn't feel much. After all, in retrospect, he didn't appreciate himself very much back then.

After Ling Yifeng said goodbye to the teacher, he turned around and came back to see the mint on the table, swaying in the breeze, like a proprietress shaking her head at him.

Kind of cute.

"Divided? Why did you divide?" The teacher was young and seemed to be able to accept these things, and continued to ask, with a persistent gossip from sitting in the office for a long time.

"It's just that, there's no reason," Ling Yifeng didn't want to explain too much, "Dating is not just such a thing, he loves me, I love him, he doesn't love me, I don't love him."

"So who doesn't love who?" the female teacher continued to ask.

"Hey!" Ling Yifeng had nothing to do with her, so he could only say, "He doesn't love me anymore, he dumped me because I was ignorant at the time, and I was like heaven and earth, are you satisfied? I was only seventeen at the time. Eight years old, as old as these kids, just kidding around, the champion may not even remember, so don’t ask, okay?"

It is impossible not to remember.

Don't worry, it's probably true.

Ling Yifeng suddenly felt a little stuffy in his heart.

The female teacher finally calmed down under the cue of the crazy eyes of others, and sighed a few times before continuing to do the work at hand.

Working in the office is just so annoying. If you don’t ask your relatives and friends one by one according to the address book and then introduce you to someone, those people will not let it go.

I don't know what happened to Qi Zhongshan.

But even if the situation is good, it has nothing to do with him.

It has nothing to do with him to introduce a lot of good girls to go on a blind date with Qi Chongshan. It has nothing to do with him if Qi Chongshan really went. He's okay.

If there is a boyfriend, it has nothing to do with him.

Boyfriend all day long, love you, forever, forever...

How come it doesn't matter.

Ling Yifeng was in a daze for a while, only to realize that he had neglected the most important thing.

Why can't Qi Zhongshan let go, why can't he come out, why can't he be regarded as a young and memorable first love.

This kind of male god Jiachun 1, who is a treasure in the eyes of both heterosexuals and homosexuals, how could there be fewer people chasing him.

How do you know that people like you have been unable to find another Qi Zhongshan for so many years.

Maybe they just didn't want to suffer from yours anymore, and found someone to spoil him for a change of taste.

Maybe...they already have someone who wants to go on together.

Ling Yifeng sat at the table, pulled two mint leaves, soaked them in the water, and stared at the emerald green water surface.

Those oaths spoken for the first time for you have to be fulfilled in others.

This is probably the cruelty of first love.

"Yi Feng, there will be a parent meeting after the midterm exam, don't forget to tell the parent group in advance," Xiaoying pushed open the door of the office, and put the documents brought from the Academic Affairs Office on his desk. You have to prepare in advance, think about what links you have in the past, and ask other teachers if you are not clear."

Ling Yifeng was stunned for a moment before thanking him.

Every time Xiaoying calls him "Yi Feng", he has to be stunned for a while. After all, Ling Haoran, who has been harassing him about blood relationship issues after college, no longer exists, and he gradually no longer resists his surname as sensitively as he did back then. Yes, after coming here, others also call him "Mr. Ling", and the students who are a little bit more skinny call him "Mr. Ling". Except for chatting with Qi Ming and Ling Yichen at home, no one calls him with this pronunciation anymore.

The deeper reason may be that the few people in this world who really called him "Yifeng" once made him very sad.

Forget it, I can't think about it anymore, let the past go, just pretend that nothing happened today.

Ling Yifeng covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and began to correct the paper.

Hurry up and spare more time to prepare for the parent-teacher meeting, after all, it is the first time.

He turned on his phone, and just after notifying his parents in the wechat group, he received a bunch of middle-aged and elderly thank you emoticons, which made people blind.

Last time he replied [You are awesome jpg.] to Ling Yichen, thinking that if this person has children, he should at least go to kindergarten, and he should follow the trend of middle-aged people, but he almost didn't expect to be older than him My brother laughed silly, saying that his aesthetics was basically on par with the parents of the students.

This man has settled down ever since he chased Qi Ming back with a beggar. The two of them haven't quarreled much for so many years. If there is any conflict, I just want to ask him to comment. Ling Yifeng knows that this is actually a way to make him feel at ease. Gradually, he no longer struggled with the relationship between the two of them, and the family of three lived happily ever after.

Except that the two of them felt a little distressed when they saw that they were always alone.

Ling Yifeng worked hard to find an important message in the emoticons, and went back to the past.

[Zhou Xing's mother]: Is it next Friday?Recently there is an urgent matter at home [doubts] just about to leave the child in the care of relatives for a period of time

[Teacher Ling]: Yes, this parent-teacher meeting is very important, please send someone to come.

[Zhou Xing's mother]: Can other relatives come?

[Teacher Ling]: It’s all right. It’s best to be able to communicate well with the children. They are very open-minded and open-minded. Adult brothers and sisters are fine. The second year of high school is very important, not only academic performance, but also psychological environment and so on.

[Zhou Xing's mother]: [Best wishes to you jpg.]

Ling Yifeng covered his eyes and replied without thanking him. In order to prevent his aesthetics from being disturbed, he quickly turned off the screen of the phone.

Whether other parents come or not, or which one to come, is not that important. Zhou Xing really wants to talk to the parents.

It's not because he likes him, but mainly because the students had a fight at school due to sensitive emotional issues, the school has the responsibility to notify the parents, and Ling Yifeng also has the obligation to communicate with the students and their parents, even though he himself didn't like it back then. There is a kind of "chat", but now that he is a teacher, he must do this well.

In short, I hope that I can have a pleasant communication with Zhou Xing's parents at that time.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel [Anonymous] for mine × 1~

Really, every time I have dysmenorrhea, I feel that I can't like my gender any more... It's like someone planted a bomb on my lower abdomen. QAQ

I don’t know if you still remember who Zhou Xing’s uncle is... The author is gearing up to make trouble!

Because a little angel asked, I put the group number again, 636.74.60.63, and the comments made me desperate... So the group number and Weibo have put copywriting. When the computer is updated, I just want to forward it. 233333 Want to find me in private to play with QQ, I may not be able to see the private message on Weibo (clumsy)