Anhe stood in the corridor outside the office on the third floor smoking. A large group of students were crowded in front of the bulletin board next to the playground downstairs, not knowing what they were looking at. From time to time, the sound of cheering was heard. After a while, the students reluctantly left the bulletin board.

My colleague, Teacher Yang, walked up from downstairs and smiled when he saw him.

Teacher Yang is in his forties and has always been serious and serious. Today, Angel is very honored to be able to smile at himself. He quickly nodded with a smile: "You are over."

Teacher Yang closed his smile and walked into the office while saying, "Teacher An, the students in your class are getting more and more extraordinary."

Angel was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"Don't you know yet? This class teacher is the teacher," Teacher Yang shook his head, and returned from the office with a sad face, pointing to the bulletin board downstairs, "Your class ** has posted all the love letters in big-character posters!"

"Is that right?" Angel was happy and looked downstairs, no wonder.

"Are you still laughing?" Teacher Yang sighed and walked into the office.

Then am I crying? Angel smiled, pinched his cigarette, and walked downstairs slowly.

When passing by the bulletin board, Anh went over and took a look.

There is a piece of paper sticking on the glass of the bulletin board, which is still a certain distance from the big-character poster. It is just a piece of a4 paper. The words on it are quite large, with only a few words in total, so if there are too many, you can't write them down.

Xu Jingyao, I love you until death. The two words ** below are as if they were trampled in circles, and they are squished.

Xu Jingyao is the representative of Chinese class in Anhe's class. She is a pretty good girl, but she is very proud. The ending of this confession is probably a tragic ending.

Angel tore the paper off the glass and took it back to the office.

During the last self-study class in the afternoon, he called ** to the office.

"Talk," Anhe put the paper on his desk, glanced at the ** standing opposite the table with annoyance, and he smiled again, "The expression on his face is so ugly. Did I pull it off too early? Xu Jingyao hasn't watched it yet?"

"I know, I'll say it." ** twitched his neck.

"Then show it to her." Angel handed him the paper.

** was stunned for a moment and took the paper: "Don't you scold me?"

"Why are you scolding?" Angel took the thermos and took a sip of tea.

"Then why did you ask me to come?" ** looked at him.

"I'm telling you to tell you not to do this before the midterm exam in the future, and do it after the exam," Anhe leaned against the back of the chair, curled his lips and showed a smile, "Are you afraid that you will fail the exam and Xu Jingyao ignores you?"

"I don't care about that. It's Singles' Day. It's the day for confession." ** lay on the table, "Does An always have water? I'm thirsty."

"Single's Day?" Angel took a bottle of water from the cardboard box behind him that had not been distributed to the sports meeting to give it to **. "The content of the class is not the same. I still remember this kind of thing very clearly."

"You should remember too," ** took the water and poured it down, wiping your mouth, "Aren't you a bachelor too? I heard that your ex-girlfriend is very beautiful, but it's unreliable if you are too beautiful, and you can't keep it..."

"Call your dad or mom to come next Monday." Anhe smiled and looked at the screen of his laptop. The courseware was not finished yet.

"Aren't you? Just call your parents if you are a bachelor!" ** was very dissatisfied, and thought about it and shook the paper in his hand again, "Or for this?"

"Neither," Angel lit the mouse, "Do you think you have nothing else to call your parents except this?"

"Didn't you just go out for a walk in class?"

"More than one trip," Anhe put down his mouse and looked at **. He knew that the parents were called in high school were quite embarrassed. "Young man, you haven't spent a few classes in the classroom this afternoon, right? I didn't ask you to call your parents to come tomorrow. You'll have a lot of face. You can think about how to explain these two days. Go back to the classroom after you can."

**What else do you want to say? Angel ignored him anymore. He had to tsk and turn around and walk towards the office door: "Call me if you want."

The office door was closed very loudly.

"This ** is really gone," Cheng Yu, who was sitting in the corner, was startled. "You just call his dad and ask him to clean up him and it's over. Why ask him to call himself? You can wait. You will definitely not see his parents next Monday."

"Not." Anh clicked on the □□ that was beating all the time in the lower right corner, and he would ask his parents to come, and he would understand his students.

The message on q was sent by Lin Ruoxue, and it was just a simple and clear sentence.

Tonight at 10 o'clock, boiling point.

Boiling point is a bar, which used to be a gathering place for a group of friends. After a while, Anhe replied with a good word.

After half a class was left, school was over, Anh stretched and got up and walked out of the office.

He used to going around the class before school.

This is the top five high school in the city, with poor students and weak faculty, but in comparison, the pressure is much smaller. In addition, the principal is willing to make money, which is probably why Anhe has been here for four years.

When I approached the teaching building of the first grade, I could hear the sounds of several classes on the first floor just twenty or thirty meters away. The students had already walked outside the classroom and turned back to the classroom when they saw him coming.

Angel took a look and went upstairs. His class was on the second floor.

The voice in his class was no less than that in the downstairs. He pushed open the back door and read it. Those who read novels, those who were sleeping, those who were chatting, those who were stuffed with headphones and listening to music, and those who were still idling the glass.

Angel walked in through the back door, slowly walked towards the podium, pulled the earplugs from the ears of the two students and threw them onto the table. The buzzing voice in the classroom gradually became less and less.

Angel didn't say anything, and stood on the podium and looked at it. Compared to the second and third graders, the freshmen in the first grade are actually quite honest. They are young and have not been assimilated by the second and third graders. However, their foundation is almost the same.

"I'm so excited to finish school?" Angel said after he was speechless, "I'm going to take the midterm exam soon. I've been playing for half a semester. I'm going to pretend to be willing to review. After the exam, I'll have to hold a parent-teacher meeting. At that time, you can't get over whether you want to change your transcript or imitate your signature."

A long sigh of grief sounded below.

"I want me to say..." Angel walked onto the podium and was about to continue to say a few more words, but suddenly he found that the lamenting voice below was gone. All the students looked at him with an indescribable expression, and the front row stretched their necks to look at the podium.

Angel lowered her head and saw an envelope on the clean-wiped podium with an envelope that read Anhe personally opened.

"Give it to me?" Angel picked up the envelope. The envelope had no sticky mouth. He rubbed the mouth and could see a neatly folded piece of pink letter paper inside.

His movements seemed casual and careless, but in fact he was very careful. Although he thought that the first-year high school student would not have any condoms for him, he was once overthrown by a broom falling from the sky when he entered the classroom door.

As soon as he picked up the envelope, someone started to make excitement in the classroom, and laughter and shouts came out.

"Mr. An open it quickly!"

"Handsome guy open it and take a look!"

"Confession--"

Seeing their reaction, Angel probably wouldn't have any traps, so he took the letter and wanted to put it in his pocket, and shouted again: "Look!"

Angel took out the letter again, took out the letter paper and looked at it.

A line of words is written on the pink letter paper in colored pen, which is similar to the ** confession a4 paper, but the content is much hotter.

Angel, I'm going to decide you, from today on you are my person.

The words are ugly, probably written by the left hand, and the strokes are a bit crooked.

Angel raised his eyebrows and put the letter back into the envelope: "Thank you."

The students in the class were very excited and continued to shout, and a few boys were very loud.

"That's over!"

"Boss read it out!"

"That's it, let's make us happy -"

Angel knocked on the blackboard with his hand: "Be quiet, rebel."

The sound below was a little bit lighter, and Anhe put the letter in his pocket. He didn't know who wrote the letter, but probably only he didn't know it.

"Do you need to read it?" Anhe raised his hand and looked at his watch. After school for five minutes, "You have seen it all?" The content is quite domineering, which made me tremble."

"What a response!" asked **, who was sitting in the last row, and there was another excitement below.

"Who is who is who is," Angel smiled with his arms in his arms: "You are all mine."

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and then there was a burst of screams, and everyone slapped the table and stamped their feet.

"Okay, pack up and wait for school," Angel walked down the podium and walked straight to the classroom door. "I also have the energy to review the exam and review, and I guess I can wake you up with laughter when I sleep."

When Anhe returned to the entrance of the community, it was just dark and the security guard had finished his meal and was standing in the guard booth. As soon as he saw his car, the security guard started to laugh.

Anhe drove the car one meter away from the card swipe sensor and stopped, put down the window, picked up a green fly swatter from the passenger seat and stretched it out, swayed towards the sensing area, and lifted the pole in front.

The security guard smiled and leaned to the window: "Teacher An, have you changed the beat?"

"Well, that's broken." Anhe threw the fly swatter back to the passenger seat. The security guard was laughing low. Since he finished swiping the card, he hit the bus and hit the guard booth after he finished swiping the card, he stuck the parking card on the fly swatter and stretched out to swipe the card for several months. This man was still happy as soon as he saw him.

The parking spaces downstairs were almost full, so he drove around to the building and parked the car.

His house is on the 12th floor, and you can vaguely see the lights when you look up. It was opened when he went out in the morning.

Turning on the lights will make him feel more at ease when opening the door and entering the house. The house is not big and has two bedrooms, but if he doesn't turn on the lights, he will still feel deserted when it gets dark.

Angel has always called his house a "house" rather than a home. Although he thinks it is a "home" place, it still feels different.

"Teacher An is off work." The elevator door opened, and the cleaning lady walked out with a mop and greeted him.

"Well, are you done?" Anhe smiled and entered the elevator.

"I'll be there for a while, I'm the only one today." The aunt sighed.

"Thank you for your hard work."

It was not yet eight o'clock, and Lin Ruoxue gave him ten o'clock. Anhe stood in the living room and was stunned for two minutes. While taking off his clothes, he walked into the bedroom and lay on the bed.

He slept until after nine o'clock, and then he took his clothes to change into the bathroom.

The best decoration in this house is the bathroom. Angel had a crush on this house with a relatively remote location because the bathroom was very large.

He turned on the hot water switch, turned on the notebook next to the bathtub, sat on the rocking chair in the bathroom and shook it gently. It took a few days to heat it up, and it felt that the warmest place now was the bathroom.
To be continued...