Shi Yin felt that if she were to meet this man again, she would definitely be able to recognize him, even if she couldn't see his face clearly.

Because he has a voice that makes people's ears pregnant.

It is refreshing and light, with a texture like thin ice, and it seems to be mixed with ice particles that cannot be melted away, making people's souls tremble.

A group of children sneaked out of the dormitory in the middle of the night and were caught by adults. Every one of them was so weak that they were afraid of being asked who the class teacher was and what his name was. I will meet you teacher with me tomorrow. They nodded and bowed in unison.

He bowed and apologized, his movements were uniform, and his voice was louder than the slogan shouted during military training: "Goodbye, uncle!"

——Turn around and run away.

"..."

Shi Yin was walking at the back, and by some strange mistake, he looked back.

The night merged with him, and only a little red light was visible. It lit up for a moment, then fell to the ground and was stamped out.

It's really a bit like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Shi Yin resisted the desire to rush over and use her phone to illuminate his face to see what he looked like. She turned around and ran downstairs with Ergou.

Before I could see what the parents looked like, my heart began to beat loudly, fearing that I had really seen a ghost.

In the next few days, during self-study during lunch break after class, she was a little out of sorts, until she saw him again downstairs at the Art and Sports Center.

The man stood at the door of the Art and Sports Building, leaning against the wall. Students passing by said hello to him. Many girls blushed and shouted "Teacher Gu" repeatedly.

He nodded in response without raising his eyes.

Shi Yin discovered that he didn't even need to speak or identify by his voice. He stood there silently and could overlap with the figure of that night.

The breath and outline are all him.

The face I couldn't see clearly at night was younger and more handsome than I imagined, like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks from the world.

There were only a few minutes of recess in total. It was already halfway through and class was about to begin. Shi Yin was a little anxious and couldn't think of any reason to go over and talk to him.

Why is he not a security guard? He is a teacher.

He might as well be a security guard, Shi Yin thought.

She stamped her feet, a little anxious, so she decided to risk it all, go over to say hello first, and then she could adapt accordingly.

Just as I was about to go there, the school bell rang.

"..."

Shi Yin was so angry that he scratched his hair irritably, looked at him reluctantly for the last time, and then ran towards the teaching building.

After running for two steps, she stopped again and turned around again. It was a coincidence that the man just turned his eyes and looked at her without knowing when.

Shi Yin saw his eyes clearly for the first time. They were light brown and gray, cold and emotionless as they fell on her, as if they were looking at something inanimate.

But she didn't have time to think so much. Time was urgent and the task was urgent. Shi Yin quickly ran back in small steps, looked up at him, and licked her lips nervously: "Hi."

"..."

Shi Yin lowered his eyebrows in annoyance, feeling that he must look like a fool now.

She cleared her throat and asked, knowingly: "So you're not a security guard?"

He lowered his eyes and still said nothing.

Shi Yin showed an expression of sudden realization: "Don't you remember me, or-" She paused, looked around, then lowered her voice and asked in a low voice, "I was on the rooftop a few days ago.

Come on, haven't we met once? Is that you?"

He paused for two seconds and finally responded: "Well, it's me."

Shi Yin breathed a sigh of relief, a little happy and a little proud: "I knew it was you, even though I didn't see your face clearly at the time. Are you the teacher?"

He glanced at her: "It doesn't look like it?"

"It's so similar, but I didn't expect that there would be a teacher still in school so late," the girl said obediently, adding an honorific, "Is your surname Gu, and what subject do you teach? Science? Physics?

Chemical?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the school bell rang for the second time.

The bell I just rang is the preparation bell, so class has started now.

There were no other students on campus. The man looked at him quietly and said in a calm voice: "I'll teach you the subjects you don't need to learn. It's time for class. Go back."

You don’t know that I study literature and science, so how do you know which classes I don’t need to take?

Before she could speak, others had already turned around and left first, turning into the Art and Sports Building.

Shi Yin blinked twice.

The science teacher's office is not in the arts and sports building, and the liberal arts department should not be in it either. She doesn't know what the structure of the arts and sports building in this new campus is. She only heard from seniors that the first floor and basement are studios.

It took three minutes to run back to class. When Shi Yin returned to the classroom, he was gloriously late for five minutes.

I am taking a biology class. It is said that all the teachers in the biology group of the two campuses in Experiment 1 are Mediterranean, and there is not a single female teacher. They are all men. So when you enter the biology group teacher's office, you can see rows of identical teachers.

The shining forehead is connected to the top of the head. From the old to the young, no one is spared. I don't know if it is some mysterious curse.

Shi Yin's class is a science experimental class, and the biology teacher is the leader of the biology group. Probably because he is the strongest, he is the most bald, and is known as Lao Bald.

He also happens to be their class teacher.

Shi Yin thought that the unknown teacher Gu must not teach biology because he was not bald.

But she really couldn't accept the fact that he was not strong.

How can such a handsome man not be strong?

But he's not bald.

The strong are all bald.

Shi Yin was in extreme pain. After walking the entire class under Old Bald's condemning gaze, she fell into extreme torment and entanglement. Finally, when the bell rang, she stood up and moved her chair.

Pushed back and heard a sting.

The whole class looked over, and the old man's face was dark.

Shi Yin bowed deeply and solemnly: "Thank you for your hard work, teacher! Goodbye, teacher!"

--Then he rushed out of the classroom door.

The old bald man was confused, and it took him two or three seconds to react. He strode to the door of the classroom, pulled his neck and shouted into the corridor: "Shi Yin! I haven't finished speaking yet! I'll speak for another five minutes! Come back!"

!”

Shi Yin waved his hands behind him without looking back, with a handsome posture like a prodigal swordsman: "Teacher, please speak first, I will be back in five minutes!"

Lao Bald was so angry that he yelled her name, and the words "Shi Yin" echoed, echoed, and echoed for a long time in the corridor of the empty teaching building.

It can't bring back the girl's pursuit of beauty.

Shi Yin went straight to the art and sports building, like a skilled new campus student, with a natural expression as if he had stepped into this place for the hundredth time, and looked at it calmly.

Sure enough, the entire first floor is dedicated to studios.

There are three large rooms in total. The doors of two of them are closed. Through the glass, you can see the art students inside, sitting around and looking attentive. The last room is empty and there is no one inside.

Shi Yin carefully opened the ajar door and went in. There was the smell of paint mixed with paper, wood and dust.

There are various plaster statues of various sizes on the stacked wooden shelves. There is a small oval-shaped wash basin next to the wall. Two paint-covered pens are placed on the side of the sink. Easels may be placed in two or three piles together.

Or standing alone in the corner, some of them have unfinished paintings on white paper, and layers of paint are spread out on the paper. Shi Yin can't see the meaning, but he also feels that there is an indescribable beauty.

She seemed to have peeked into some other world. She did not dare to go in any further. She only dared to stand at the door and look carefully. The area her eyes could reach was limited. She looked at a peach placed on the white tablecloth at the door, and carefully

, stretched out his hand with a little curiosity and poked it gently with the tip of his fingernail.

Before Shi Yin had time to react, Tao Zi rolled off the table and landed on the concrete floor with a soft splat.

It was broken.

The juice also spilled out.

"..."

Shi Yin froze, and after a few seconds, he realized that he had gotten into trouble.

The girl's face turned pale.

She staggered over, squatted down tremblingly, reached out tremblingly, and pinched Taozi's body, which had been smashed to pieces. She was a little unsure whether it was better to destroy the body now to eliminate traces or surrender.

Just as he was hesitating, the studio door was pushed open again.

Shi Yin raised his head.

An unknown teacher named Gu stood at the door, holding the door with one hand and looking at her with his head lowered.

Destroying corpses and eradicating traces seems to be impossible.

Shi Yin turned pale and swallowed: "It's not my fault. I just touched her. She couldn't think of it."

"..."

Gu Congli is a little funny.
To be continued...