After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Ge Jing waited for her to go away, and whispered to the colleagues in the office: "Mr. Yu is off work early again?"

Yang Li shook her red pen, looked up from the test paper, and said to her, "Mr. Cheng is not sick."

Ge Jing suddenly realized.

Ge Jing smiled and said, "Seeing that Teacher Yu is usually cold and quiet, I didn't expect that he still cares about Teacher Cheng very much."

Yang Li said, "Who said no? At first, I thought that Teacher Cheng was hot with shaving her head and picking up her cheeks. She went to Teacher Yu all day long. Teacher Yu didn't seem to care about her very much."

Ge Jing said: "I heard that the colder the person on the surface, the more enthusiastic the heart is. Hey, what do you think Teacher Yu treats Teacher Cheng in private? Is it the kind of clingy person who acts like a spoiled child and wants to hug him all day long..." Ge Jing asked. Killed by my own brain tonic.

She is the youngest teacher in the office except Cheng Zhanxi, Yu Qingtang and Wen Zhihan. She is in her early thirties, unmarried, active and lively, and likes to surf the Internet. She can be single, but her cp must get married!

Yang Li saw her aunt's smile on her face, and the corners of her mouth were grinning to the back of her ears. She reminded: "Mr. Ge, how about being a teacher?"

Ge Jing held her cheeks and said, "I'm not in class now, so I don't allow little girls to come here? The last time you bought a jumpsuit and posted it on your Moments, I even gave you a thumbs up."

Yang Li: "…"

Several male teachers were dumbfounded.

At most, they gossip and swipe, and if they become them, they will stop talking about it, and their sons and daughters will have no chance. Why are Teacher Ge and Teacher Yang getting more and more energetic?

***

Yu Qingtang went to the supermarket and bought some ingredients for porridge. When he got out of the elevator, he glanced at 2102 on the right again, bit his lower lip lightly, and looked worried.

In the darkened bedroom with the curtains closed, the phone screen on the bedside table lit up.

[Yu Qingtang]: Is Teacher Cheng awake?

Cheng Zhanxi's breathing was even and long, and his heart was gently heaving.

Yu Qingtang put the mobile phone on the kitchen counter, and paid attention to the screen with his peripheral vision while processing the ingredients.

After finishing it, Yu Qingtang dug out a casserole that had not been used a few times since he bought it, washed it twice, washed the rice, filled it with water, and put it on the stove, where a faint blue flame jumped up from under the stove.

…

Yu Qingtang wrapped it in a rag and lifted the lid of the pot. The porridge was thick and sweet. She stirred it with a long-handled spoon and put a little rock sugar to taste.

The black rice that Cheng Zhanxi liked to eat last time was sweet, and she seemed to be a little addicted to sweetness.

Reduce heat to minimum and simmer on stove to keep warm.

Yu Qingtang tried to keep her mood extremely calm, and called Cheng Zhanxi.

It rang for about ten seconds, and the other side picked up.

"Hello." The thick nasal voice came into the ears, like a cat basking in the sun on the balcony in the winter, the woman's voice carried the laziness after waking up.

Yu Qingtang's heart was up and down, and he said slowly, "Did you disturb your sleep?"

"No." Cheng Zhanxi said with a smile, propped up his upper body against the head of the bed, stroked his long hair, and asked, "Have I slept for a long time? What time is it now?"

"...It's past six o'clock."

Cheng Zhanxi opened the automatic curtains, and it was already dark.

"I'm sorry." Cheng Zhanxi rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I slept too deeply."

"Have the fever subsided?"

Cheng Zhanxi raised his hand and touched his forehead, and said unsurprisingly, "retreat."

"I bought porridge." Yu Qingtang spoke a little faster, and didn't give Cheng Zhanxi time to respond, and then quickly said, "Can you open the door easily?"

Cheng Zhanxi was stunned.

"Convenient." She couldn't think about it anymore, she got up quickly, rushed to the living room without unpacking her clothes, and opened the door.

Yu Qingtang just came out from the opposite side, carrying a thermal bucket in his hand.

"Thank you, Teacher Yu." Cheng Zhanxi took it.

"Yeah." Yu Qingtang said, "Have a good rest."

"Mr. Yu, have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

Yu Qingtang nodded to her and walked back.

Cheng Zhanxi put the heat preservation bucket on the dining table, took the bowl and spoon from the kitchen, sat at the table, opened the lid, and the hot air from it almost scalded the back of her fingers.

It's like it just came out of the pot.

Cheng Zhanxi flashed a thought, scooped some with a spoon, deliberately did not blow it, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to try the temperature of the porridge.

Cheng Zhanxi's lips curled slightly, showing a smile.

Yu Qingtang also planned to drink porridge, so after entering the house, he went to the kitchen to fill a bowl for himself, and as soon as it was placed on the dining table, the doorbell rang in his ears.

Yu Qingtang saw Cheng Zhanxi's face in the video intercom and opened the door.

The aroma of the eight-treasure porridge filled the entire living room. With the action of opening the door, Cheng Zhanxi didn't need to smell it, and it spontaneously swept her sense of smell.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled naturally: "I found that there is a lot of porridge, and I can't finish it all in one night. Can the insulation bucket be returned to Teacher Yu tomorrow?"

"Yes." Yu Qingtang said, "Is there anything else?"

"there is none left."

When Yu Qingtang brought the door from the inside, Cheng Zhanxi caught a glimpse of the bowl on the table in the dining room. Although she couldn't see what was inside, she saw the spoon resting on the edge of the bowl.

Cheng Zhanxi resisted not showing a too bright smile in the corridor, and only let go of his expression when he got home.

Yu Qingtang gave it to her! Porridge is cooking!

She, who was too lazy to cook and wanted to eat out, even cooked porridge for herself! Or the eight-treasure porridge with several ingredients!

Even if it's hard to swallow, she will eat it all in one bite!

Cheng Zhanxi came out with a bowl of porridge from the heat preservation bucket. In the eyes of his lover, the Xishi filter was turned on to the maximum. He was fully prepared and put the spoon into his mouth...

Cheng Zhanxi was stunned.

The fragrance of glutinous rice, the sweetness of red dates, and the cooked peanuts are just right, supplemented with lily, wolfberry, lotus seeds, longan, mung bean, red bean, barley rice, etc., the color is bright, smooth but not greasy, and the teeth and cheeks are fragrant.

She thought that someone like Yu Qingtang who didn't like to cook had joked with her that "cooking skills are not good" before. Even if her cooking skills were not bad to the level of dark cooking, they would not be much better. Art is no worse than himself.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

She felt a deep sense of crisis.

If it goes on like this, is she grabbing Yu Qingtang's stomach first, or Yu Qingtang grabbing her stomach first?

Yu Qingtang slowly drank the porridge she cooked at 2101, and her expression was no different from her expression when she ate quick-frozen dumplings.

The phone vibrated.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Teacher Yu, where did you buy the porridge? too delicious! [Program Tiger Cry.gif]

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Cheng Zhanxi looked at the intermittent "the other party is typing" at the top of the screen, raised the corners of his lips, and thought: I see what answer you can give me.

a long time.

[Yu Qingtang]: Well

Cheng Zhanxi laughed silently.

Sure enough, it was a Yu Qingtang-style answer. If she couldn't answer or didn't want to answer, she ended the topic with one word.

Adults know where the boundaries of conversation lie.

Cheng Zhanxi let her go thoughtfully.

Yu Qingtang rubbed her hot ears and sighed inaudibly.

She stirred the porridge bowl in front of her unconsciously with her spoon, and her eyes fell on it.

...Mr. Cheng praised the porridge she made was delicious.

Yu Qingtang realized it later.

A suspicious blush slowly stained her cheeks.

Cheng Zhanxi strictly divided it into two equal parts, ate half of it, and put the remaining half of the porridge in the refrigerator for tomorrow morning.

She was in a good mood all night, and her body was full of blood, and this state continued until the next day.

"Good morning!" Cheng Zhanxi didn't go for a morning jog today, did a few sets of exercises indoors, then packed everything up, stared at the movement outside the door in the cat's eyes, and when he saw Yu Qingtang coming out, he pretended to coincidentally open it too out the door.

Yu Qingtang seemed to be frightened by her vigorous voice echoing in the corridor, and her body trembled indistinctly.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Cheng Zhanxi's face, his voice lowered, and he said, "What a coincidence."

Yu Qingtang lowered her eyes to hide the fleeting smile, and replied in a low voice, "Good morning."

The two took the elevator downstairs together.

Passing by the front desk on the first floor, the lady at the front desk said hello as in the past, and watched the backs of the two leave with emotion and complexity.

Sure enough, the story of Cinderella and the princess can only be found in fairy tales. In reality, the princess and the princess are together.

She is not worthy, she is only worthy of fishing.

She and Salted Fish are real!

***

"Is Mr. Cheng feeling better?" Ge Jing asked with concern in the office.

Cheng Zhanxi took his eyes away from Yu Qingtang, who was concentrating on preparing lessons, and said with a smile, "It's much better, thank you Teacher Ge for your concern."

Ge Jing said: "I don't care about anything, but Teacher Yu only cares about you. Yesterday afternoon, after the third get out of class, I left work early, and I rushed back to take care of you."

The tip of Yu Qingtang's pen stopped heavily, and the ink penetrated into the paper and melted.

Cheng Zhanxi blinked.

Ge Jing said, "I'm not talking anymore, I have to change the papers."

Cheng Zhanxi's smile suddenly deepened, and he said, "Thank you, Teacher Ge."

Teacher Ge was a little inexplicable, but she still gave her a smile.

Cheng Zhanxi tilted his head to look at Yu Qingtang, Yu Qingtang kept the sitting position just now, the pen in his hand kept on, but his head seemed to hang a little lower than just now.

Cheng Zhanxi folded his arm with one hand, tapped his knuckles lightly on his elbow, and smiled lightly.

She opened the sketchbook and drew on it with a pencil.

After a long time, Yu Qingtang raised his head slightly and looked at Fang Zhanxi's desk in front of him. Cheng Zhanxi bent one arm in front of the desk, pressed the paper with his fingers, and held a pencil in the other hand with a focused expression. earnest.

Yu Qingtang let out a sigh of relief.

If Yu Qingtang got closer, she would find that on the paper in front of Cheng Zhanxi, the outline outlined by the lines gradually took shape, which was what she looked like now.

***

Thursday afternoon, seven classes of physical education.

Cheng Zhanxi took them to a set of boxing, sweating profusely for half the class, and the second half of the class was free.

Cheng Zhanxi sat on the mat that Wu Peng brought over, stretched his long legs, and sat beside a few chatty girls headed by Tong Feifei. After the change of class teacher subsided, the relationship between class 7 and Cheng Zhanxi returned to the previous one. It looks like he likes to chat with her, even if he has nothing to say to her, he will sit next to her.

Tong Feifei suddenly turned around and poured bitter water on her, saying, "Mr. Cheng, it's too difficult for us."

Teacher Cheng asked, "Why is it so difficult?"

Tong Feifei said, "Mr. Wen is crazy."

Cheng Zhanxi: "?"

Besides Wen Zhihan, is there any other teacher named Wen in Class 7?

Tong Feifei said: "Mr. Wen has been sending us a physics paper every day recently. The difficulty of **** is abnormal, and there are exercises in the classroom. What I have said is that I can't answer the questions. I suspect that I am mentally handicapped."

Cheng Zhanxi gently reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense about yourself."

Tong Feifei slapped herself gently.

"I'm just joking, it's really too difficult, I'm not the only one who thinks it's difficult, everyone says it's difficult, Tian Tian—it's just that our physics class representative told her to lower the difficulty. Teacher Wen didn't listen, so we should continue to give Let’s improve our training. It’s okay to improve our training, but we also need to look at our basics. We can’t get fat in one bite, and we can’t reach the horizon in one step, don’t you think?”

Cheng Zhanxi nodded.

Tong Feifei said in a low voice, "I suspect that Teacher Wen is targeting us."

Cheng Zhanxi: "What about the basis?"

Tong Feifei said: "In this mid-term exam, our class is fourth and the twelfth class is third. It stands to reason that their class is more suitable for improving training, but I asked the students in class twelve, and their class did not have our treatment. A batch of simple exercises in class."

Cheng Zhanxi snorted.

Tong Feifei clapped her lips again and changed her words: "It's much simpler, much more." After a pause, she then whispered, "We guess she is revenge on us for Teacher Yu's affairs."

Cheng Zhanxi's expression gradually became solemn.

Tong Feifei took another bite next to her, and said in a voice that two people could hear: "Don't Mr. Wen have a good relationship with Mr. Yu? We treated Mr. Yu like that before, and she vented her anger for Mr. Yu."

Cheng Zhanxi thought lightly and asked, "What do you think?"

Tong Feifei said, "I can understand it. Who hasn't vented their anger at a friend yet? It's all right to stick a knife in both sides!"

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said incomprehensibly, "you can think about it."

Tong Feifei laughed.

After laughing, he turned around and said, "But I understand that doesn't mean other students also understand. They think that even if Teacher Wen is angry, he can't make fun of everyone's learning. Such difficult questions are not only conducive to consolidating classroom knowledge, but also destroying self-confidence. , I feel despair when I think about taking a physics class now, and I will have to do the paperwork when I go back."

Cheng Zhanxi patted her on the head, interrupted her fake cry, and said, "Okay, have your class representatives and monitor reflected to Teacher Yu?"

"Not yet, but the monitor has asked us one by one, and it is estimated that he intends to talk to Teacher Yu."

"Then wait for the news from the monitor."

"Wait."

Tong Feifei held her chin in one hand, looked at Cheng Zhanxi with bright eyes, and said, "Mr. Cheng, you are really good teacher."

Cheng Zhanxi tutted deliberately, "Stop flattering."

Tong Feifei said, "It's true. You see that you have such a good relationship with Teacher Yu, and you didn't even put on shoes for us in private."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "I'm wearing it."

Tong Feifei said blankly, "When?"

Cheng Zhanxi said solemnly, "Don't you think that practicing martial arts is more difficult than practicing dance?"

Tong Feifei and a woman suddenly hilarious: "Hahahahahaha is not." The students feel that they are more prestige, and they shouted to swallow the mountains.

This time, it's Cheng Zhanxi's turn to rub his eyes and say, "I don't even know how to make small shoes. What small shoes should people wear?"

The students continued: "Hahahahahaha!"

There was a cheerful air in the shade.

At the end of the happy physical education class, the seventh class disbanded in the playground. Cheng Zhanxi stepped two steps, strode upstairs, smiled and greeted the passing students and returned to the office.

Tonight's Yu Qingtang still didn't have evening self-study.

After school.

Cheng Zhanxi greeted: "Mr. Yu going out to eat? There is a shop that I think has a good review."

Yu Qingtang still remembered the lesson that Cheng Zhanxi took her out to eat the night before, went for a walk in Swan Lake after eating, and returned home after nine o'clock, so she politely declined: "I want to go home to eat today."

She thought to herself: Is this okay?

Unexpectedly, Cheng Zhanxi burst into a big smile.

Yu Qingtang suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Cheng Zhanxi said with a smile: "That's right, you can come to my house to eat, I will cook it myself. But there is not much food in the refrigerator. Let's go to the supermarket first?"

Yu Qingtang: "…"