Of course, Xi Huan didn't know Chen Qinglang's psychological activities at this moment, but he was quite happy to hear his answer.

After all, if the other party doesn't like to eat, she will give it away for nothing.

"Just like to eat." Xi Huan said lightly.

As she said that, she put her legs together and shook her toes habitually, which was the movement she would have when she was in a happy mood.

The clinker table was not big, and I met the person opposite my toes.

Both of them were stunned.

Chen Qinglang stretched his body, as if the toe did not touch his calves, but was pressed against his heart.

Xi Huan quickly withdrew her feet.

She didn't mean it this time, it was a complete accident. After all, such physical contact is only indifferent to her if she is familiar with it to a certain extent.

Xi Huan tied his hair down and whispered: "Teacher Shen, I won't bother you anymore, I'll go back first."

The atmosphere of silence was broken.

Chen Qinglang had just come to his senses. When he looked up, the person opposite had already left, and his graceful figure disappeared at the entrance of the cafeteria.

He suddenly felt a little disappointed.

However, once he recalled what happened just now, Chen Qinglang felt a stream of heat surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

My whole face suddenly turned red, like a cooked crayfish.

The bell of the end of get out of class in the teaching building not far away rang.

The rain outside had stopped. The children in the teaching building ran out quickly, rushed to the cafeteria, and occupied the tables in groups of three or three.

Two boys sat next to Shen Qinglang.

They held lunch boxes and secretly looked at the people next to them from time to time, muttering in a low voice: "Why is Teacher Shen's face so red?"

Another person replied: "Are you sick?"

"Yes, this is how I was sick and had a fever before. Teacher Shen must be sick." The boy suddenly realized.

He immediately put down his lunch box and walked to Chen Qinglang. He was about to speak, but Chen Qinglang had already picked up the drawings.

Chen Qinglang pursed his lips and pretended to be calm and said, "Teacher, leave first."

The boys were young and didn't understand why, and looked at Teacher Shen, who had not had much expression in the past, leaving with a rosy cheek.

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Back in the dormitory, Yang Xi'an was playing with him watching.

His name is also fate. Yang Xi'an's parents were both archaeologists. When he was born, Yang's father happened to have a large tomb in Xi'an with his colleagues.

After that, he cried with joy and called Xi'an.

Of course, after this story was circulated, he sighed more than once. Fortunately, he did not name it tomb at that time, otherwise it would be cold.

Chen Qinglang walked all the way to his own position.

Chen Xueyang came in from the balcony, took an apple and ate it, then clenched his eyes on Shen Qinglang.

Then he slowly said: "No, I like eating very much."

Seeing Chen Qinglang's reaction, he calmly packed up the drawings and models. He thought about it and passed by him again.

Then I said, "I like sweets very much."

Chen Qinglang paused for a moment.

Chen Xueyang nodded with satisfaction and finally couldn't help it. He sat on the small bench and asked, "Chen Qinglang, why didn't I know you like sweets?"

If he hadn't passed by today, he wouldn't have heard such a big deal.

As my roommate, he was surprised by eating candy for the first time yesterday, but he still denied it like this today.

For the first time he saw Chen Qinglang lying.

Chen Qinglang didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still said, "I like to eat now."

Yang Xi'an also put down the game, joined in the fun with great insight, and asked half a beat slower: "What, Chen Qinglang likes to eat sweets? Is the sun coming out from the west?"

The two people were almost talking about one in front and one in the back.

Chen Xueyang was holding an apple in his mouth, and was also amused by this dramatic development, laughing non-stop.

Chen Qinglang felt a little embarrassed and ignored them.

Chen Xueyang smiled enough and finally said, "Chen Qinglang, you don't like to eat now, you want to eat the young lady's candy."

It is said that people who were bored in the past may not be really bored. He has seen them. Chen Qinglang must have been bored in the past, but when they meet someone they like, they become bored.

Yang Xi'an pushed his glasses, "Love makes people blind."

He sighed and continued to turn his head to play his game, turning a blind eye to the outside world, like a hermit master.

Chen Xueyang nodded in agreement, "Yes, love."

Chen Qinglang turned his head, "I won't give it to you anyway."

Chen Xueyang: “…”

Humph, he doesn't want to eat it, so I'm so tired of you.

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In the afternoon, Xi Huan had a class.

Unfortunately, it started to rain when she went to the teaching building. Although it was not heavy, it was not okay to not hold an umbrella.

Fortunately, my shoes and trouser legs were not wet.

The students were all staying in the classroom obediently because last week Xi Huan said that this time it was practice and he was going to learn to dance.

For children who grew up in mountains, they have never been exposed to dancing, and the only thing they can know about dancing is what they see on TV.

But the signal is not good, there are not many stations received, and there are not many types of them that can be seen, let alone ballet.

So I'm very looking forward to today.

Xi Huan was also sorry, she said warmly: "I was going to prepare for outdoors today, but it was raining, so the original ones had to be cancelled."

As soon as the words were finished, the students showed frustrated expressions.

Xi Huan couldn't bear it, "Will you move the table away and leave the middle space. I'll jump for you to see for a short while. You can go back and learn."

"Okay, okay."

"Really? I can dance too?"

"Then I will definitely learn to go back tonight. I will jump to my grandfather and I will definitely be very happy!"

Most of the children here are left-behind children. They have been taken by their grandparents since childhood, and the first thing they think of is grandparents.

Because I was in the fifth grade, I already had a lot of strength. In just one minute, a circle was empty in the middle.

Xi Huan turned on the computer and chose a youth drama.

The students all stared at her with wide eyes, not blinking, for fear of missing something, especially the girls.

When I stood on tiptoe, a "wow" sound rang in the classroom.

Fortunately, the shoes she wore today could support a few minutes of dancing.

The light arms swing with the rotation. When raised, the neck was like a swan that raised its head, white and slender, stepping on the ground one after another, as if stepping on their hearts.

As soon as he entered the music, Xi Huan devoted himself to it.

She actually didn't expect them to learn it. After all, before she really learned, she had to practice the basic skills for a long time before she could learn dance.

For these children, it's just a move.

If you are really interested, you must watch the video. The best thing is to ask a teacher to teach her. The three months of her internship are useless.

So Xi Huan chose a very simple one.

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The classroom is not soundproof, and music can be heard in the office next to it.

Yang Xi'an put away his cell phone and asked curiously: "Is singing next door? Which teacher is here today?"

They all knew that except for one of the other teachers who came to the internship, they were playing guitar, the other three girls all learned dancing.

Usually, those intern teachers didn’t come to the office, so they only met a few times.

Chen Xueyang thought for a while, "It seems that I saw Teacher Xi pass by before."

As soon as he said this, he immediately looked at Chen Qinglang, who was focusing on design over there and hurriedly walked over.

Chen Xueyang patted his shoulder and jokingly said, "Wang, who loves sweets, go and see your young lady."

Chen Qinglang's pen stopped.

"Hey, no girl looks better than her drawings."
To be continued...