Shao Xinghan drove back home, thinking about the scene just now in his mind. The taste of Miao Jian's soft lips seemed to still remain on his face, and the soft touch was still in his mind. He reached out and carefully
He touched the edge where Miao Jian kissed him, fearing that his fingertips would damage the traces of this beautiful lips.
Shao's father and Shao's mother were at home. Shao Xinghan came home and went upstairs without eating dinner. Shaoyao was taking a bath in the bathroom. It happened that Shaoyao came out of the bathroom when Shao Xinghan went upstairs.
They met each other head-on. Shaoyao called her brother as usual and went to her room. Shao Xinghan didn't pay attention. His mind was filled with Miao Jian's kiss. He and Shaoyao passed by each other.
Everyone entered their own rooms.
Shao Xinghan closed the door, sat on the bed and thought about it, took the computer from the table, turned it on and wanted to handle business, but he stared at the computer for a long time without reading a single word.
He simply turned off the computer and put it next to him. He fell on the bed, his mind getting more and more chaotic. He was happy and messy. He stretched out his hand and touched his face again. Before he touched the lip mark, he stopped.
Came down.
Don't think about it anymore. I can't think about it anyway. Shao Xinghan took off his clothes and got under the quilt. He closed his eyes and thought about nothing, even though his brain was not in control.
The sound of Shaoyao packing up and going out sounded from outside the door. Shao Xinghan covered his head and fell into a drowsy sleep.
Miao family.
Qin Xiao called Miao Jian in the afternoon and asked Miao Jian whether Fei Ze had called him or something. Miao Jian shook his head and said no, there was nothing. The whole day, Miao Jian did not receive anything.
Any news about Feize or Yuanya.
Miao Yanru went back to Miao's house in the evening and had dinner with Miao's mother. During this period, Miao's mother talked about the company's affairs. Miao Yanru glanced at Miao's mother inadvertently and said nothing. Miao Jian didn't say anything either.
Listen to Mother Miao talking there alone.
The next day, Miao Jian went to school. When he entered the classroom, he took a closer look at Fei Yi's position. Fei Yi hadn't come to the classroom yet. According to the usual practice, he would have to wait until the second or third period.
Come to the classroom.
Wu Yuanshu sat down first, and Miao Jian put down her schoolbag without saying anything, and suddenly asked: "How is your relationship with Fei Yi?"
Wu Yuanshu was cleaning up her desk. She was holding a used paper ball in her hand and was about to throw it away in the trash can. When she heard Miao Jian's words, she stopped, was stunned for a moment, and turned around: "It's not that good." After a pause.
After a pause, "Why do you ask this?"
"It's nothing, I just thought of asking." Miao Jian shook her head. Indeed, she didn't want to say anything.
"Do you know Fei Yi's identity?" Miao Jian suddenly said again.
"What identity?" Wu Yuanshu threw away the trash and said, "If he is not just a school bully, what else can he have?"
"Yeah, that's right." Miao Jian suddenly didn't want to tell Wu Yuanshu anything. The matter between Wu Yuanshu and Fei Yi didn't need anyone else's intervention.
During the third period, the teacher slowly entered the classroom. Miao Jian paid special attention to him and kept looking at him from the moment he entered the classroom.
Like, the two people do look alike.
It's not about how similar their faces are, but about their body posture, movements, and their unique temperament. The two of them are very similar. Fei Yi may be like his brother, with a cold demeanor, and his pale pupils look even colder. Except for the different walking posture.
For example, Feize's shadow can always be found in other places on Fei Yi.
Even Feizer's walking posture was ruthless. With his straight legs and leather shoes, he stepped out, as if he had made a major decision on something, and left decisively and ruthlessly.
Fei is different. He has the immature air of a student. He walks in a carefree manner, with a brisk pace. That briskness is hidden in the carefreeness. Although his face is cold, his walking posture reveals the liveliness of his youth.
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Fei Yi walked to his seat with his schoolbag on one shoulder, put his schoolbag casually on the table, sat down and pulled the curtains over. The whole classroom became darker. It was already cold, and the light became darker and it felt even colder.
Fei Yi covered himself with curtains, not knowing what he was doing.
When Miao Jian saw it, it was over. She looked away and started to do the questions seriously again.
The end of December is coming up recently, and the school is preparing to conduct a joint examination to test the performance level of the students and increase students' vigilance to prevent the final results from being too ugly.
The joint entrance examination is scheduled after Christmas, which means that after Christmas and the carnival, we have to face the torturous little monster called the joint entrance examination.
This news was brought by Lao Zhou. He was very impressive. Although he was in his thirties, he gave people the greasy look of a man in his forties. Miao Jian didn't notice it at first. When she first came into contact with Lao Zhou,
I think he is a dedicated teacher. Although he is very dedicated, he is a bit passionate about his dedication. After getting to know him more later, Miao Jian feels that this teacher cannot be described as passionate. He is greasy, but the greasiness is not obvious.
It's greasy and burnt, giving people another bald feeling.
Lao Zhou stood on the podium and began his opening ceremony that has never changed for thousands of years. He coughed and then spoke: "Students, Christmas and New Year's Day are coming. You can celebrate two holidays now.
Be happy! However, we don’t have a holiday for Christmas. We won’t have a holiday on Christmas Day, but we will have a holiday on New Year’s Day!” Lao Zhou emphasized. “But before the holiday, the students have to go through a baptism.” He paused.
After a pause, he pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and said no more.
"What is baptism? Tell me, teacher." Some students couldn't help but asked.
Only then did Lao Zhou put down the hand pushing his eyes with a smile. His movement imitated the style of a fifty-year-old man.