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"New teacher?"

Yuan Hansheng looked at the informal student with a smile. Seeing that he was really OK, he went to the cabinet to look for medicine.

"I have heard that some new teachers have been recruited this year. Are they very young? Can't young teachers teach? "

"Super young." The student patted the bed excitedly. Seeing that Yuan Hansheng seemed to be a little interested in the gossip, he was impatient to share what he had seen and heard with Yuan Hansheng. "He taught us modern and contemporary literature in this semester. He had his class on the first day of school yesterday. My mother, it looks younger than me."

Yuan Hansheng found the medicine he wanted to give the students. He went to the table and sat down. He took a marker and wrote down the number of times he used to apply the medicine. Without looking up, he asked, "don't you just look young?"

When the question came to the point, the student almost jumped up with joy and said excitedly, "I have inquired about all these gossip. This teacher is only 26 years old. According to the truth, he can't teach at this age. But it is said that he once jumped two levels, took the senior examination at the age of 16, and graduated from the doctor's degree at the age of 23. This is just a talent for teaching."

Hearing the excited tone of the student, Yuan Hansheng laughed and did not answer.

Speaking of 16-year-old college entrance examination 23-year-old doctor, he used to know one, but not very familiar with it.

Suddenly, there was a clear voice at the door.

"Is Duan tingwen there?"

The student sitting on the bed raised his hand instinctively and answered. Yuan Hansheng raised his eyes and looked at the man standing at the door.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun struck behind the man, and his tall figure cast a black silhouette on the ground at the door.

The man's facial features were against the light, but yuan Hansheng still recognized who the man was.

"Tang Yan?" Yuan Hansheng sat there and looked at Tang Yan who came in. The corners of his mouth slowly hooked up, "is it you?"

Tang Yan comes in and looks at Yuan Hansheng. There is no big difference between the 28 year old yuan Hansheng and the 18-year-old yuan Hansheng he met. He is still someone he will like at a glance.

Duan tingwen stood there looking at Yuan Hansheng, who was sitting in front of the table with a marker pen, and Tang Yan, who came in with all the pieces of sunshine, and slowly closed his garrulous mouth.

Do these two people know each other?

Yuan Hansheng understood Duan tingwen's expression. Tang Yan is their new teacher of modern and contemporary literature this semester.

He looked at Tang Yan, who had not changed much since five years ago. He got up from the stool, folded his white coat, and went to Tang Yan and looked at him closely.

"Is this your student?"

Tang Yan looked at Yuan Hansheng's face, which was more delicate and profound by time. He nodded and said, "well, their counselors are temporarily unable to leave. Let me see him."

With that, Tang Yan went to Duan tingwen's side, looked at his face, and asked yuan Hansheng, "did he hurt his eyes?"

"No, I just poked it on my eyebrow. Fortunately, I didn't hit my eye."

Yuan Hansheng stood on the table, leaning over there and looking at Tang Yan, who was thin and tall. After so many years, how could he still be thin and thin as if he had not had enough to eat?

Tang Yan couldn't figure out how he would be stabbed by a branch. He touched his chin and frowned at Duan tingwen. He saw the appearance of an alien.

Yuan Hansheng knew what he was thinking and said with a smile: "the branches are strong when they are taken up by the rope skipping. It is easy to hurt people when they fly up. The boy's strength to swing the rope should be greater, and his eyes will be gone."