It turns out that the school god has a crush on me

Chapter 447 Bian x Xia Hangover Soup

Mr. Neighbor is his physics teacher. This coincidence is too amazing.

After the whole class, Xia Zhizhi was a little restless, and his eyes fell on the dazzling man on the stage from time to time.

There is no doubt that this is an excellent teacher who is loved by students.

Look, it was only the first day of class, and all the students in the class were looking forward to it and asking all kinds of questions. She had the illusion of seeing the teacher being checked.

It wasn't until after class that Bian Yixiu left the classroom with his things that Xia Zhizhi came to his senses. The classroom was full of discussions, mostly praising the physics teacher for having a good face. There are four characters of dragon and phoenix among people.

The deskmate looked at her and saw that she had been looking at the door, and asked curiously, "Zhizhi, why do you keep looking at the teacher?"

Xia Zhizhi quickly lowered her head, "No, I was just thinking about what to eat today."

The deskmate rubbed her chin, feeling that she had been watching the teacher all the time in class, but she didn't continue to ask, "Let's go, go to the cafeteria, or you won't have anything to eat if you go to play."

"it is good."

Song Qihua walked into the office with a lunch bag, and caught a glimpse of Bian Yixiu who was sitting at the desk and looking at the student materials, "I said, can't you buy a la carte and cook at home?"

"Let me bring you meals every time, when will you pay for the meals?"

Bian Yixiu put down the form in his hand, pushed the things aside, tapped the table with his fingertips, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "You can't finish eating anyway, so let me help you with it, okay?"

Song Qihua had no choice but to put down the lunch bag in his hand, only then did he see clearly that he was wearing a black shirt that was so familiar to him, he raised his hand and took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I said, Why do you fit my clothes better than mine?"

These are the clothes that Bian Yixiu wore when he stayed at his home last time. The clothes in his closet are decreasing one by one.

Bian Yixiu unbuttoned his cuffs, and opened the lunch bag in a happy mood, "I can't help it, who will make me look good?" So any clothes look good on me.

He opened the meal bag and the bento box inside, and saw two servings of seafood fried rice, which had been heated in the microwave. He was very satisfied, and patted Song Qihua on the shoulder, "Your cooking skills are getting better and better."

Song Qihua sighed, what else could he do, "You might as well find a girlfriend earlier, and don't look for someone who is not good at cooking." In case the young couple will starve together and depend on themselves.

He has become poorer and poorer, and feels that his wallet is getting flatter and flatter.

Bian Yixiu didn't listen to his words, "What kind of girlfriend are you looking for? It's fine if I have you, who can drive and cook."

As soon as he mentioned driving, he remembered that he forgot to refuel the car yesterday and took a taxi today.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't drive here today, will you give me a ride at night?"

Song Qihua's forehead twitched, "Go ahead and dream." You don't care about food and clothing, and now you even want to rub your precious car?

"I invite you to eat hot pot tonight." After saying that, Bian Yixiu picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Please eat hot pot?

After hearing this, Song Qihua was really not used to it, "You pay?"

It's not the first time that Bian Yixiu treats food without paying. Now that he says treats, he has to agree on who will pay in advance.

Bian Yixiu sighed, "Why do you say you don't believe me? Damn, I'll pay the bill and I'll pay the bill."

Song Qihua took his lunch box for lunch.

In the evening, after eating hot pot, Bian Yixiu, who was covered in hot pot smell, drank some wine with Song Qihua and returned home. When he took out the key to open the door, he came out of another elevator with his schoolbag and school uniform on his back.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Bian Yixiu turned his head and glanced, and saw it in the classroom during the day.

What a coincidence that the neighbor lives with his own students.

Seeing the figure at the door, Xia Zhizhi paused, and Bian Yixiu's eyes fell on himself, Xia Zhizhi unconsciously remembered the appearance of him giving lectures when he was standing on the stage during the day.
Be a teacher.

"Teacher Bian."

Bian Yixiu was slightly taken aback, this...
The little girl's status changed quite quickly, "Why did you come back so late?"

"Stayed in the library for a while." Xia Zhizhi hung his head, took out the key from his schoolbag, and when he passed by Bian Yixiu, he smelled hot pot and strong alcohol, but it was not unpleasant.

It is not difficult to figure out that what you drink must be a good old wine, full of fragrance.

Somewhat intoxicating.

This kind of wine usually has a big nape, right?
Xia Zhizhi was thinking, Bian Yixiu frowned, raised his hand and pressed his head, really dizzy.

In fact, he has always seldom drank alcohol, and his alcohol capacity is not very good. Most of the time, he would have a few drinks with Song Qihua.

Xia Zhizhi hesitated, but still asked, "Teacher, are you feeling well?"

Could it be that he drank too much?

Bian Yixiu shook his head, "Maybe I drank too much and felt a little dizzy, it's okay, go to bed early."

He opened the door and entered the house.

The door is closed, leaving only myself in the corridor, and there is still a faint smell of wine in the air
After returning home, Xia Zhizhi hesitated for a while, but went into the kitchen, dug out the ingredients from the refrigerator, found the little honey left, cooked a bowl of hangover soup, and carefully poured it into the bowl.

But the hangover soup is ready, do I really want to bring it to Teacher Bian?
If it's not a teacher, I still think it's nothing, but when I suddenly become my teacher, I always feel weird.

Thinking of the end, she still knocked on the door of Yixiu's house next door with the hangover soup.

At this moment, Bian Yixiu went into the bathroom and took a shower, his hair was wet, and the water dripped down his neck from the tip of his hair, passed through his delicate collarbone and buried it in his pajamas.

When the door opened, he saw the girl next door, still wearing her school uniform, but holding a bowl of something unknown.

"what happened?"

Xia Zhizhi faltered, "Teacher, haven't you been drinking? I made some hangover soup, do you want to drink it?" If you don't drink it, you may have a headache tomorrow, right?
Bian Yixiu did not expect that someone would bring a bowl of hangover soup for him to drink, and Song Qihua would definitely fall into bed and sleep, and he would not be treated like this.

Thinking about it this way, I felt relieved, and reached out to take it, "Thank you."

The hangover soup tastes good, because honey is added, and it is a little sweet, and the uncomfortable feeling in the stomach has dissipated.

Bian Yixiu looked at Xia Zhizhi's senior high school entrance examination report card, and thought, this little girl is really good in the hall and in the kitchen?

She has good academic performance, independent personality, superb cooking skills, and a handsome appearance. Although her facial features have not matured, they are already very good-looking.

Such an excellent little girl, I really don't know which lucky person will be able to marry her back home.

Thinking about it, seeing the little girl looking at him blankly, he suddenly realized that he was thinking too much.

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