Host, You're Targeted

The next day of the sports meeting, all the running events have been finished. There are special venues for the rest of the competition events. Each venue has a responsible teacher and needs to transfer anytime, anywhere.

But Tang Yan, the referee, sprained his foot the day before. Now I don't know why he is a useless man who can't go anywhere without the school doctor.

So the other judges decided to let him carry a stool to sit in the tent of the post-traumatic treatment center in the school clinic to help yuan Hansheng.

There were no running events on this day, and the sun was not very strong today, so there were fewer people coming to the clinic than the day before.

The medical school volunteers who came to help were all bored, and they sat in front of the table and picked up their mobile phones in boredom.

Tang Yan is wearing a particularly young sweater today. He is sitting among a group of college students. If he wears a small vest of volunteers like them, he can successfully blend into it, but he can't put it on.

But! This does not affect Tang yanhun in a group of college students.

Tang Yan wanted to chat happily with Yuan Hansheng, but one student tried too hard in the synchronized rope skipping competition. He accidentally dislocated his hand and couldn't move. Yuan Hansheng rushed out to find the student.

As soon as Tang Yan opened his mouth to talk to Yuan Hansheng, Yuan Hansheng threw the water in his hand and ran away.

Two medical school volunteers followed. The others stayed in the tent.

Tang Yan took out his mobile phone and took a look. He sighed helplessly for a long time. Why is it so difficult for adults to fall in love at school sports meeting?

"Alas

Sitting next to Tang Yan, there was a student who was very interested in Chinese language and literature. He looked at the headscarf of "the school of Arts will win" on Tang Yan's skull, and the color of envy in his eyes was about to overflow.

"Miss Tang." "You are the new teacher this year, aren't you? I heard you graduated with a doctorate? "

Tang Yan put away his Wan expression and straightened up to face the classmate with a serious look of a teacher.

"Yes, I used to skip grades when I was in junior high school. What happened?"

When the male student heard Tang Yan say this kind of words, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face. He couldn't help but clasp his hands into a fist. He almost worshipped Tang Yan.

"Ah, ah, I really want to learn Chinese language and literature! However, my high school liberal arts was dissuaded by my parents and teachers, and my college newspaper major was limited. I was forced to give up my love of literature and chose to study medicine. "

It was the first time that Tang Yan saw such a passionate child for literature that he immediately became interested. He lowered his voice and lowered his speaking posture so that he could communicate with him equally.

"It doesn't matter if you can come and rub your lessons. I teach modern and contemporary literature. You can come and take classes. I don't mind! "

"Ah, ah, really?"

The male student waved his fist happily, which made Tang Yan laugh.

"Really." Tang Yan patted his male classmate on the shoulder to show encouragement, "but you can't leave your own professional courses behind, or I'll be guilty."

Two people thus chatted, and when Yuan Hansheng took the wounded to the infirmary, they were still chatting happily.

"This world is like this, very few people can take what they like as a career, but whether it is in the face of work or in the face of things like, the most important thing is to have a warm heart."