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"Do you have a hole in your head?" Old Tang turned his eyes angrily, "where is that boy? Isn't it just a good-looking face? "

Tang Yan shook his head with a smile and said, "you don't understand."

Old Tang sneered from his nose and turned away with his chest.

In fact, there is a distance from home from school. Tang Yan reclined on the back of his chair with his eyes closed for a while.

As soon as he closes his eyes, the picture of him hiding from Yuan Hansheng when he is just starting school will appear in his mind.

Yuan Hansheng is a wood, but Tang Yan has been stubbornly fond of him for many years.

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in the afternoon, Tang Yan did not go to Yuan Hansheng. He took a nap at home and played chess with Lao Tang. When he was ready to go to school, he was left by Ms. Lin for dinner.

By the time he packed up and went to school for eight o'clock class, it was already dark.

He knew that Yuan Hansheng would not wait for himself in the infirmary, so he went directly to the classroom.

The evening class is the most troublesome for students. Sophomores are still full. After class at 6:30 p.m., some students simply order a takeaway and sit in the classroom.

When Tang Yan walked into the classroom, he could smell the mixed smell of various foods in the classroom. Although it was stipulated by the school that food should not be taken to the classroom, since it was not in class time, Tang Yan turned a blind eye.

Pretending to be a transparent person, he sat on the stool in front of the platform, sorted out his textbooks and courseware, took out his mobile phone and began to wait silently for the class bell to ring at 8:00 sharp.

When it was nearly eight o'clock sharp, some students came late. After passing the stage, they brought a smell of shampoo. All kinds of fragrance were mixed together. Tang Yan, who had a very sensitive nose, rubbed his nose helplessly. He could not bear it and walked out of the classroom with his mobile phone.

In front of the teaching building is a small playground. The lights around the playground are all on. Tang Yan can see some students jogging on the playground wearing earphones, and some are walking slowly on the playground with their mobile phones.

The playground has not changed much since he went to school. It is still the same scene.

Realizing that he might soon begin to nostalgic, Tang Yan silently laughed in the dark corridor, shook his head and walked into the classroom in the bell.

The history of modern and contemporary literature is a required professional course. Lao Tang used to teach in a more serious and formal way, so few students like to listen to him. Most of them went because of the credit and the face of the final exam. Because of this, Lao Tang said that the students were becoming more and more difficult to take, so he pulled him out to block the gun for himself.

However, after several classes, Tang Yan found that the students' enthusiasm for learning was not so negative as Lao Tang said. All of them sat upright and stared at him without blinking in class.

When playing chess with him today, old Tang snorted scornfully. He said that it was the students who took a look at his appearance rather than his class. If he didn't believe it, he would wait half a semester to say that again.

Thinking of this, Tang Yan took a look at the girl sitting in the front row with a smile. He helplessly took out the list of two classes and began to call the roll.

At this moment, Yuan Hansheng is walking slowly on the playground. He has just started school recently. There are fewer people going to the school clinic in the school, so he is free.

He wandered from the medical office to the teaching building. Just after he got to the small playground, he heard Tang Yan's voice coming from the large classroom on the first floor.

Tang Yan's roll call is not urgent and slow, which makes people feel comfortable.

A gust of wind blows away Tang Yan's voice. Yuan Hansheng can't help but stop and look at the classroom where Tang Yan is now.