The younger brother will act like a baby, but the older sister's soul is floating

Chapter 17

The next day.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and homework was assigned for everyone, but Zhou Jiaran didn't leave, and sat in front of the podium to sort out the lesson plans.

Her first class is at eight o'clock, and she has also changed to a new lecture theater.There will also be a group of students in the next class, also in this classroom.

Last night I packed up my new residence, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and it was two o'clock after I took a shower and went to bed.I woke up at seven in the morning and slept for less than five hours.

Zhou Jiaran yawned, and suddenly the phone on the table vibrated twice.Han Yu's WeChat message popped up on the screen.

——Which classroom are you in, Teacher Xiaozuo?

——Sister, you didn’t tell me why you moved out overnight.

After thinking about it, Wrinkle Jiaran picked up her phone and replied:
——The light in your room was off when I came out, so I didn’t say anything because I was afraid of disturbing your rest, and I wanted to tell you when I came to school.

At this time, two male classmates came over.

Wrinkle Jiaran extinguished the phone.

"Teacher Xiaozuo." One of the tall and strong boys shouted, with a cropped hairstyle and a nice voice.Maybe because he is studying law, he has a strong sense of vigor and integrity.

"Huh?" Wrinkle Jiaran asked kindly, "Did you not understand what I just said?"

"No..." The boy was a little shy, scratched the back of his head, and said slowly, "Can I ask Mr. Xiao Zou for a WeChat account? I will definitely not be late and leave early for Mr. Xiao Zou's class, and I will get full marks in the exam!"

Zou Jiaran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Your will is good, the teacher appreciates you very much."

With that said, Wrinkle Jiaran opened the QR code for adding friends on WeChat, and Han Yu's WeChat just popped up.

——But my sister didn't take the initiative to tell me, it was my sister who took the initiative to ask you to tell me.

Looking at this text message, Zou Jiaran suddenly laughed out loud.

She could feel Han Yu's aggrieved and helpless expression through the screen.

"Who is this? The teacher's boyfriend? You're smiling so happily." Another boy said with a half-smile, and bumped the arm of the boy next to him meaningfully with his elbow.

The raised face of the boy suddenly sank after seeing the text message.

"No." Wrinkle Jiaran said lightly, "A very good brother."

"Oh." The boy who asked for WeChat smiled happily, "I thought it was the teacher's boyfriend."

"No." Wrinkle Jiaran said, handing the WeChat QR code to the boy and shaking it.

The boy pretended to be very casual while sweeping, and asked, "Does Mr. Xiaozuo have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Mr. Xiaozuo, I added you, please remember to pass it."

Wrinkle Jiaran took back her phone and clicked on the new friend notification, "Okay."

"Well, then you are busy first, we will not bother you, see Teacher Xiaozuo in the next class."

The figure of the boy disappeared into the classroom, and within three seconds, he showed his head again, smiling, "Oh, by the way, Teacher Xiaozuo, my name is He Qi."

Wrinkle Jiaran has a little habit. She likes to read other people's Moments, and she also clicked into the Moments of the boy just now.

His circle of friends is quite interesting.

Send some scenery and funny jokes.

Flipping back, seeing a joke, Zou Jiaran smiled happily.

Han Yu's news jumped in again.

——Why didn't Mr. Xiaozuo call me back?

Zou Jiaran let out a snort, and laughed again.

——I'm going to class, so I'll find you after class, okay?
Han Yu replied in seconds.

——All right, sister, don't lie to me.

Pinch off the phone, wrinkled Jiaran still had a faint smile on her lips.

From the moment she moved into her new home, she felt extremely happy, involuntarily.

This is the taste of freedom.

*
After class, Zou Jiaran walked to the office.

This road is very noisy, all kinds of voices.

When you are in a good mood, you will have more luck.

Along the way, there were many male college students who asked for WeChat with Qiao Jiaran, and they all regarded Qiao Jiaran as a freshman.

When he was about to get to the office, he saw Tang Qiqi, and his expression changed instantly.

Standing beside her was a middle-aged woman, holding her arm, who looked very similar to Tang Qiqi, and should be her mother.

Tang Qiqi's complexion improved visibly with the naked eye, but she had to be supported when she walked.

"Teacher Wrinkle." Tang Qiqi shouted.

Zou Jiaran quickly walked over to support Tang Qiqi, "Well, why are you here? It won't be too late to go to school when you are healthy."

Tang Qiqi was very gentle, she smiled and said, "I don't plan to continue going to school."

"then you……"

"I made up with my boyfriend, and he's going to show me the world."

Tang Qiqi was ill, and her depression was also related to her boyfriend. The two had been in love for eight years. Their parents disagreed, and they were a little tired physically and mentally. The same goes for her boyfriend, just mild depression.Unable to let go, the friends of the two sides matched up and walked together again.

Tang Qiqi's mother grabbed Jiaran's hands with tears in her eyes: "Thank you teacher, if you didn't send it in time, we... Qiqi might not be in this world anymore..."

"It's okay, Auntie." Wrinkle Jiaran wiped the woman's tears: "You and Uncle's decision now is correct, Kiki will be fine."

Watching the mother and daughter go downstairs, Zou Jiaran let out a long breath.

If life can't be wasted on the people you like, then it's wasted on yourself.

This waste is not a waste of time, but a wonderful life for yourself, cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, you will not get stuck wherever you go, look at the scenery, and find yourself in the scenery.

If Wenwen could bring life back to life at that time...

well!How nice!

Zou Jiaran sent a message to Han Yu, and lay on the balcony to look at the backs of Tang Qiqi and her mother.

This back view made Wrinkle Jiaran's eyes moist.

her mother...

"Why are you crying, Mr. Xiao Zou?" Han Yu walked over and took out a piece of paper from his bag, handed it to Zou Jiaran, and took advantage of the opportunity to look in the direction Zou Jiaran was looking at.

Seeing the backs of the mother and daughter, Han Yu understood why Qiao Jiaran was crying.

She misses her mother.

"Mr. Xiaozuo, don't be sad." Han Yu smiled bitterly: "I have a father and an older brother, but it's the same nature as not having one. They don't love me. I'm the same as you. Teacher Xiaozuo, we can depend on each other for life."

With a puff, Zou Jiaran laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Han Yu is serious: "I'm serious."

Zou Jiaran nodded and said, "You are a good boy."

Han Yu pursed his lips, a little unhappy, "That good boy is still being deceived by kind people."

"I didn't lie to you."

"You have." Han Yu said, "You didn't tell me when you moved."

"It was very dark in your room when I left, and you seem to have fallen asleep."

"Okay, then I can hardly believe you." Han Yu blinked his beautiful eyes obediently, and smiled: "Then sister, have you cleaned up? I want to go and have a look."

"Not yet, it's a bit crude, I'll take you there after I pack it up."

"Okay, it's a deal! Don't lie to me!"

(End of this chapter)