My horse is a typical other family child. My horse is a typical other family child.
He’s got a great taste in himself. He’s not human.
Very dog.
He used to touch my head and ask me why I didn’t have his genes.
I’m quick: I can’t. Let my children.
He’s so confused: really?
Chu-chul is typical of other people’s children.
When I was playing with mud, my mother said, “Look at people’s truncheons!” It’s A. High Junior! I’m sorry.
– The city’s best high school youth department.
When I was playing games, my mother said, “Look at people’s skills!” Straight A, high-strength class! I’m sorry.
When I was watching TV and eating snacks, my mother said, “Look at the twig!” On the “S” test.”
When I was in the bathroom, my mother said, “Look at the twig!” It’s a safe house! I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stand it. I’m sorry.
He was in junior high when I was in elementary school, and he graduated in high school when I was in middle school.
Can you compare?
But my mother said, “But he is four years older than you.” I’m sorry.
Cut, that’s great.
This situation continued until high school, when my mother broke into my study, “Chuckoo! “Screw up!”
Ooh.
“That’s the top one, S Big!” I’m sorry.
Ooh.
“He not only read it there, he will teach it there!” I’m sorry.
Ooh.
I pretended to sit calmly and remember the “silence” of the past years when I was forced to compare him.
And I think of the future when he goes up, and I may be driven out of my house, and I may starve to death from the sad sight of the streets.
“Who are you looking down on?” Who can’t afford it? I’m sorry.
Speak up, throw out the water.
Soon my ambition spread throughout the district and into the ears of Chushi.
When he came home on vacation, he sent me boxes of six walnuts.
Although his face is as light as ever, I still see full sarcasm.
At night, the mother left him to eat with joy, and he sent the fish brain, the pig brain, the duck head to my job.
I’ve got two big words on my desk — big.
The Emperor has no heart, I, Lin-jin, passed the test as I wish.
And the desire to win is so strong that it fills in the same profession as Chu.
Then he became my class teacher and a professional teacher.
When he saw me, he saw the spring wind and the twilight, and his lips rose a little: “The forest is pure, and my six walnuts seem to work. I’m sorry.
It’s you.
My noble man.
I had the privilege of sitting in the second seat in the first row of the General Assembly Hall on the day of the meeting.
The first seat is Chu-chul.
The blouse’s neck was small, the eyes were deep and the gold glasses were firmly caught in his tall nose.
And above them is a head, especially so that those who pass by look upon.
After my brief eye contact, my roommate, Tao, caught the spark between us.
She whispered in my ear: “Yes, on the first day she was so handsome. I’m sorry.
“It’s not your boyfriend, it’s the same university that’s known to be E.C. I’m sorry.
I looked at her for nothing, and the camera on the auditorium screen came up and put it on my face.
I’ve seen my obnoxious eyes clearly.
It’s coming out of nowhere.
Even Chu-chan turned around and looked at me.
Which part of the plan is that?
Then the camera went to Chu-chul’s face, and the leader of the school was very emotional: “Here’s what we’re going to hear from our top graduate and senior teacher, class three.” I’m sorry.
From the very beginning of his presence, Chu has been very visible, even the brightest in the crowd.
He stood up slowly, with his long legs wrapped in straight suit pants, and he walked up to the podium.
The light fell on his face, and the gold glasses were gleaming, of course, with his young, handsome face.
Qu’an, “He was the head of the class, and he was one of us, and he was so eye-boggling.” I’m sorry.
I grunt, “Huh! I’m sorry.
“What did he teach?”
I say, “Genetics. I’m sorry.
“You know that! I’m sorry.
I do a lot of research on Chu-chul.
The white wall quickly hung the post.
– About the other shortcomings of class three.
It’s not important, and I’m locked in my eyes and I’m like, “It’s so obvious that I stopped in a freshman’s face before the big screen was taken today! I’m sorry.
Are you okay?
“It’s true that the girl is pretty, it’s dark, it’s ugly…”
Do you have any tan? Aren’t you ugly?
I’m about to crush my cell phone, and I’m gonna have a big bone-breaker on my screen.
I looked up and saw the face leaning in, and he was sitting back after he had spoken and looking at me.
“The teacher doesn’t listen to me.” I’m sorry.
As if I had been caught in a trek, I swallowed my mouth and let it go.
If it hadn’t been for Chu, the cell phone would have fallen on the ground.
He cleaned the screen a few times, and it was cold, and I remembered the fear of being dominated by the headmaster.
He left his cell phone to me in silence and took out his cell phone and typed some words.
This was the first time that the hospital counselor who spoke on the stage had left the house.
Then I snuck up on that post, and when I was getting ready for the line, all the comments about my physical evaluation were deleted.
It’s not like you don’t want to do it.
The wall then stated that it rejected physical attacks and physical attacks. Clean up the comment section, civilization you and me him.
A private letter of apology was received from the White Wall: “Sorry, I’m sorry, sister! I’m sorry.
I:
In August and September, the weather was so hot that I was going to go to the canteen window and get ice cream.
“There’s a basketball game! I’m sorry.
I look far across two bars, and there are indeed two groups of men fighting fiercely.
It was accompanied by a large banner: the fifth joint basketball match between the cadets and the gymnasiums.
It’s not like those hot and sweaty guys with their clothes so tight as to attract me.
It’s about seeing “students” find out it’s their own college.
I let Peach drag me into the lair and stand in the first row.
Then I heard a conversation between two girls: “Students and sports competitions, crazy.” I’m sorry.
I swept a circle of two people who were sweating and had their clothes on their backs.
Confirm that there is no truncation.
The basketball game at the cathedrals and gymnasiums is in progress until the fifth because of Chu.
For the first time, Chu has been involved and has swept the Quartet.
It was the only time that a medical school lost in the war with dozens of schools.
It has been reported that the counsellors at the College of Medical Sciences are dissatisfied and that the counsellors at the College of Secondary Education are required to conduct a joint basketball game at both Colleges.
It was also officially marked for several sessions.
As a result, Chuchan went to school after two sessions.
Later, it was not easy to enter undergraduate competitions from study to retention.
I closed my eyes and I thought about the way Chu was playing basketball.
I was so excited to take the test.
By the time I took the exam, he was already in intensive high school.
My result was, of course, no.
But a glance at the high school basketball game.
It is reasonable to say that Chu has the youngest age and is not weak standing in a group of fine generals.
The young man’s face was so handsome, it was full of stars.
The hot sun shines on his face, on his frown, on his red cheeks as a result of intense movement, on his strong thighs and on his long, well-refined one.
The cheers in the crowd peaked after a young boy’s basketball hit the basket.
I suddenly awakened from my memories when the cries of reality and the cheers of memory were mixed.
It’s only when you open your eyes that you can see the basketball that was flying in front of you.
I’m holding my breath and my heart’s talking about my throat.
In a few short seconds, I’ve started to lose my head.
I also want to taste my mother’s chicken stew.
I also want to go to the Xin-ho concert.
I tried to climb on him and step on him.
I dreamt that my mother had pointed at him and said, “Look at her.”
There was a rush to pull out the crowd, and the arms were in front of me, and the big hand was open before the basketball hit me, and it was quickly filmed back into a perfect parabola, and it fell in a steady frame.
The crowd was set for two seconds, and a shocking hymn broke out. I’m sorry.
I can’t even lift my thumb. It’s a good act.
The right to choose a couple of years is a matter of negotiation.
“Lin Jun, don’t you know to hide? I’m sorry.
The voice of the truncheon was raised in my ears with a rush to suppress panic.
Then the master of basketball ran away in a hurry to apologize to me with his frenzied breath. I’m sorry.
“Sorry, Mr. Chu!”
Chu-chul pulled me to the side, held his arm and stood in front of him. “If you hurt my students, do you ever think about the consequences? I’m sorry.
Peach was so excited to shake my arm that both eyes were coming out of love.
I’m so confused that I used to be his neighbour and, occasionally, his sister, and now he’s his student, it’s really hard to say.
Why do I look familiar?
I looked at him hard, and I gave him the red on the cheek.
I’ve turned my head around, and I finally remember, isn’t this the senior who presided over the freshman meeting that day?
It’s also the Chief who designed the Chu machine to take a look at my weird face!
The senior smiled and was overwhelmed by my stiff face.
I smiled to break the deadlock: “The senior, plus
It’s too hard to meet someone in college. No.
It’s the crowd on the sidelines who doesn’t know what to think.
“What’s going on? I’m sorry.
“Love under basketball”? I’m sorry.
At this point, the strung-up twilight turned around and revealed some confusion in the eyes, biting on the back teeth and carrying a silk threat.
The boss hasn’t moved yet, but the men who came to see him are so excited to pull out his phone and show up.
I just took out my cell phone and unlocked the page, and I was pulled out of the crowd three and two steps, with the look on my face.
“Go to my office. I’m sorry.
Come on, he’s walking around.
In accordance with his affections, he said that I would go north towards urine, and I would not listen to him.
But now he’s my class teacher. What if he puts on a little shoe?
So I rode on my new little electric donkey and, as I was passing by him, I cried out to him, “Mr. Chu, I’m waiting for you in my office!” I’m sorry.
He’s holding his car key with his hands in the air and his lips twitched.
After learning about the S’s top-down terrain, I knew that little electric donkeys could be faster than cars.
Little electric donkeys are invincible.
I can’t get my half-brained ass in a hurry.
All I remember was that the S’s big terrain was as twisted as earthworms, but it was a few laps around the canteen.
Back to the canteen.
It smells good.
I pulled out my cell phone and sent it to Chu Kung.
Waited two minutes, didn’t return me.
Well, maybe he didn’t find it either.
I stopped my little electric donkey and I couldn’t help it.
Hungry, really hungry.
I lifted up the curtains in front of the cafeteria and came up with a much thicker fragrance.
I ordered a screwdriver and found a place to sit, and suddenly a girl waved at me.
Just to see it, it’s the peach I left on the basketball field, and she came at me on the smooth ground with a little tatter.
“Didn’t you get dragged away by Mr. Chu? Why are you here? I’m sorry.
She sat down in front of me and she had to complain.
I said, “I lost it.” I’m sorry.
You?
“Uh…” I thought for a moment, and I said, “He should have gone too. I’m sorry.
“Didn’t you say you had all the big maps of the S? I’m sorry.
I smiled with stubbornness: “The pictures don’t match the physical. I’m sorry.
Suddenly, the phone turned on, and then Chu returned my message.
He sent a place to share, not to locate.
He said: “I will come to you.”
I’ve been an electronic navigator since junior high.
I was holding the phone that I just got into, standing in a crowd I didn’t know, and there was a bunch of snacks in my backpack the other night.
I couldn’t find a way to locate him, and for the first time after a few hours, I felt so heavy with snacks.
The teacher then said I should send her the location and wait.
Maybe I’m a moron, and when I get a position, I think everything’s fine, I fall on my feet and take off my shoes and go to the nearest stream to get water.
When the teachers found me, they were at the top.
He was told that his face was white when he saw the school bags and the lonely shoes on the shore.
It turns out that I stepped on water in the creek and threw my collar at me.
Then I could read the navigation, and then I pretended to look at his reaction.
And so he became so deeply entrenched in my prejudice.
The little peaches across the street showed up on his cell phone, and the sweet ones said, “The one who’s the senior today,
“Oh? The brother next to you?”
Little Tao blinked and blinked, and his eyes were shy: “You understand.” I’m sorry.
“That’s right, I just learned that that brother was one of the school white wall managers. I’m sorry.
I looked up, and he was the one who gave me this crazy apology.
“I also asked Mr. Chu to remove the comments under the wall. I’m sorry.
Truman?
That just mentioned him and he came.
I’ve got a bowl full of crumbs, and I’ve got a magnetic sound on my head: “I can’t find an office but I can find a canteen.” I’m sorry.
It didn’t sound like much, but I had a headache.
Tou-chan saw it, but he fled with great disregard.
I was only left with a full mouth of food and a face of Chu.
I swallowed it hard and I asked, “Would you like to have one too? I’m sorry.
I thought he’d say no.
Chu-chan has been avoiding food that smells like food.
But he took up his sleeve and ordered one in the window and sat next to me.
When I’m at home, I’m gonna go over the wall like a bitch.
He used to squeeze my nose and push me out of the house.
But now we cannot be free as before.
There is always an invisible but real barrier between the identity of teachers and students.
Truman ate very well, near my right-hand bone long, and looked like a sculpture.
With a black watch on his wrist, I spent half my life saving for his birthday.
At that time I lamented how expensive it was to buy for men.
There’s a red mouth.
“You’re hurt.” I’m sorry.
“Hmm? “It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t notice it, he turns his wrists and looks at it and says, “It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.
“Did you get the watch belt when you first caught the ball? I’m sorry.
“It should be. I’m sorry.
“You hit it with your wrist!” I’m sorry.
“A little bit. I’m sorry.
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
He lays down his chopsticks and stares at me with his side, and wonders when he’ll be in trouble, gently saying, “What should we do? I’m sorry.
Why are you acting like that?
We dragged him up, and across the cafeteria was the pharmacy. I could still find it.
No matter the size of the wound, I’m responsible for my injuries.
It’s kind of funny to see a big tall guy with his back on his back.
There was a small forest between the canteen and the pharmacy, and in order to take a shortcut, I took the Chu-chul straight in.
“What do you want?”
Truman asked me.
Does that sound like a little weird excitement in a flat tone?
If it wasn’t for the day, I’d have done something, like giving him a big punch in the dark.
But it is not easy for a young man to do it.
So I didn’t say back, “Go to the pharmacy and get some stuff.” I’m sorry.
Then he grabbed me, and both of them stopped.
He said, “My office has it. I’m sorry.
We have to go today.
“It’s too late to wrap, and it’s almost healed. I’m sorry.
I spit on him and rub him in red.
“Oh? “The Chu’s voice has risen sharply, “I beg you? I’m sorry.
“Mr. Chu, don’t be so childish. I’m sorry.
I was careful to tear it up and lighten his wound.
Then stand up, and we’ll do our job, and we’ll be done.
Goodbye!
Sit down! I’m sorry.
I immediately moved the stool to sit nicely.
He leans on the chair, folds his legs and sets his long fingers on the table and knocks slowly.
He clears his voice and goes to the subject: “Let’s talk about your college plans. I’m sorry.
Do I have to tell him about the long, long, old planning formula?
I can’t say it in the face of a familiar face.
I’m really gonna laugh.
“I shouldn’t have expected to hear from you.” I’m sorry.
At that time, someone knocked and came in a graduate schoolgirl with a ponytail and a pretty face.
I look much better than a picture.
Her tone is soft and gentle: “Mr. Chu, there is a problem in the lab that you need to solve. I’m sorry.
She was only able to return to her like a human being: “Okay, I’ll be there later. I’m sorry.
After a polite nod, the door was closed, but I sat in a delicate position and caught the delicate emotion of the alumni.
As the door closes, the ebbing and shameful look.
I knew it. People like Truman won’t lose their peaches.
I’m just groaning, and all of a sudden it’s like I’m thinking about something.
There was a language on the phone, and I poked it with my hand, but I forgot that I didn’t have a bluetooth headphone, and the voice of the phone went up to the maximum outside.
The whole office sounded like peachy, “Lin, I pushed you to the senior, remember to pass through!” I’m sorry.
It’s a good thing I’m the only one in the office… except that the voice of Peach may be loud enough for the God who’s looking for something.
Chu has a green face and threw the little box that was found into my arms, and went down like, “Take it back and get out of here.” I’m sorry.
This guy’s got a problem.
I walked out of the house with a small box, and I found it in one of the little compartments, with the usual tablets, with the name and use of the medicine written by the Zodiac.
He’s actually nice.
Back in the dorm, I thought I’d pass the senior’s application.
I pulled a handbook out of the cabinet — I used to keep a diary — and turned two pages and dropped a postcard with a big S.
It’s a repertoire.
Truman.
I’m silent. Put the postcard back.
The screen is on, and there’s a long private letter: “Do you like roses? I’m sorry.
There’s a rose saying “hot love.”
I’ll take a breath, something seems to be wrong.
It’s a quick day. It’s too late for me.
Add
Yes, it is.
Say my name on the fifth floor with a big horn.
I was sitting up in my nap and I was dying and I went down the stairs and grabbed his horn.
“What for?”
The senior bows his head and scorns his mouth.
Until I saw Peach standing by, and her white-walled brother with her, call him a watch.
One of them squeezed at me and one of them cheered on him.
I get it.
The senior slowly pulls out a bunch of roses from behind me.
He was relieved, “I’ve thought about it, I promise you!” I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
The dormitories were filled with people who came to see the scene, and some picked up their mobile phones and started filming.
Even Peach…
Piggy!
I’m going to explain, but I’m not far away, and I’m going to say, “Lin Jun! I’m sorry.
Turning his head, he saw a twig in thin clothes, masks and hats standing not far and carrying a bag full of snacks.
His forehead was crushed by his hood, his face was so tightly covered, his glasses were also removed and only two dark, angry eyes were seen.
And he’s wearing an abnormal dress, and I wouldn’t recognize it if I hadn’t grown up with him.
Yeah, he and I had a snack this morning.
He said to give it to me.
Just in time.
Chu has a long leg and soon stands on my side.
“Did you pass the sixth grade?” Did biochemistry work? Did genetics work well? Are the school funds ready? Have you decided whether to study or to study? I’m sorry.
You’re bluffing me.
I almost lost my face, and I was like, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
This time, Chu doesn’t care about him, he pulls me and doesn’t turn his head back.
“I’m past level 6!” I’m sorry.
Truman dragged me to the flower shop in the back street of the school and, naively, bought me a bunch of red roses bigger than the boss’s.
“Take this.” Don’t be fooled by a little thing. I’m sorry.
And I took roses, and I explained to him, “Well, I didn’t intend to say yes. I’m sorry.
He’s still angry.
I was careful to ask him, “Are you angry? I’m sorry.
Or, jealous?
“None. He answered so fast, “I just don’t think you can treat men and women so lightly. I’m sorry.
“Whatever? Is that what you think of me?”
I can’t believe I’m “whatever.”
I threw the flowers back into his arms, and took a bag of snacks in his hand, and left a sentence: “Whatever you want.” I’m sorry.
Wait till he stays, I leave quickly.
He came back to the dorm to see it.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.
“I mean, if you want to fall in love. I’m sorry.
“That man must be able to give you what I can’t give. I’m sorry.
And I was standing on the balcony, and after lunch, I had a few petals in my hand.
It’s not far from the flower sea.
Yes.
He was ashamed to make amends to me and warmly invited me to join their group.
I didn’t want him to be embarrassed again, and Peach went with the old watch to build it.
The mission was selected at an open barbeque and the Chief gave me a warm introduction to the participants.
After a general understanding, they are basically second- and third-level ministers of college and college.
When my cousin saw me, he said, “You’re still alive.” I’m sorry.
Peach sits down and whispers in my ear: “Does the handsome look good?” I’m sorry.
I looked at her, “No! I’m sorry.
It’s very lively, and it’s just a bunch of people talking.
The chatist suddenly mentioned the name of Chuchi, and I couldn’t help myself.
“I was really dressed, and he brought me a suitcase at the start of my senior year, and I just said thank you, and I saw his work card and he was a new teacher. I’m sorry.
“Who are the schoolteachers as young and as handsome as he is?” I’m sorry.
“I heard it was a drop-out, and I finished my seniors at 14. I’m sorry.
“You’re exaggerating! I’m only 14 years old. I’m sorry.
“Don’t get it! What’s genius doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. I’m sorry.
“Why is he so good? I’m sorry.
Yeah, I asked him that too, and he made me think about it.
At this point, a man sitting in the corner, dressed like a grubby man, said, “Cuch, who knows what he teaches.” I’m sorry.
“You can’t be biased against someone you’re after because they like him! He’s a teacher in our class. He’s fine. I’m sorry.
The brother who said that put his hand on the back of the man and dragged the man out of the way: “Fuck you.” I’m sorry.
I’m sure there’s a lot of people who like Chu Kung Fu.
When you’re full of wine, you take a real risk, and you start with the guy who pulls.
“She’s a graduate student here, and it’s for her that I got into the big S. When she was a kid, I went to any school, and she didn’t even get her tail. I’m sorry.
And they cast upon him the eyes of compassion, but I am alone with him in part.
The A High Youth Department on Chuphone, I missed it.
I’m in class A.
S.T.A.R.O.R.O., and I worked so hard to get on the line.
I’ve been following him for years, not to admit it.
God-like existence, how dare I.
And We leaned on the couch, because We had been drunk and drunk, and looked up and saw the moon in the sky as full and bright.
Slowly, it’s like a truncheon.
I don’t think I’ve seen him since I left his flower shop.
I’m next, and the question is, do you have anyone you like?
I smiled and closed my eyes, and I couldn’t lie about it.
I said, “Yes. I’m sorry.
And it is said, “Who is it, and who is it?” I’m sorry.
“This is the second question. I’m sorry.
All the questions that follow, I refuse to answer as a punishment for drinking.
At the end of the day, I almost got drunk.
He’s coming to help me.
He’s drunker than I am. He’s just stomped on the floor and swollen.
I pulled out my phone and called Chu and told him the address, and he asked me to wait for him at the door.
The evening wind was very comfortable, the crowds in the shop were messy, and I soon saw Chu-chul running.
As if he were angry again, he was frowning at me, saying, “Who will let you drink?” He was so drunk. I’m sorry.
And We touched his eyebrow in a drunken and bold manner, and he fainted in a moment, and he spoke with a lot of warmth: “Drink next time, find me…”
And We fell upon him, feeling his warmth from his thin shirts, and it rose.
I’ve known him before.
The voice was a bit dumb after the drink, and I said, “Sir, take me home. I’m sorry.
Thrust your finger on my back.
I accidentally slept with my horse.
And I’m a college teacher.
– Truman.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a good night’s sleep and only wished he would wake up and not kill me.
I’m not a drunk and amnesia person. Last night was a long time ago.
Because I was so drunk I threw up on him as soon as I got home to take care of myself.
I went to the bath with my head in my head, and I couldn’t help but stand at the door.
But the hot water didn’t awaken me, but it steamed my brain so badly that I came out of the shower, and I saw a twig in front of the door and died in a moment.
And Chu looked at me, and my dark eyes were full of reflection, and I couldn’t help but move forward two steps, and I kissed him.
The next thing I know, it’s a mess.
I was drunk, not only kissing people’s mouths, but also taking their clothes. To protect my innocence, Chu had to hold me and sit with me in bed until I fell asleep in his arms.
…the past has been difficult to recall.
I hammered my head and woke him up.
He opened his eyes.
And We stretched down the covers with our hearts murmurs, and said, ‘Good morning, Mr. Chu. I’m sorry.
“Good morning, Miss Lin. I’m sorry.
“Don’t sleep anymore.” I’m sorry.
I saw his red earlines.
Load, continue.
And We approached him slowly until the two men approached their noses and smelled, and his veil broke, and he turned back in a state of uncertainty.
“Lin Jun, you don’t want to live? I’m sorry.
Seems to resist me.
I fell in my heart and mobilized my greatest sense of mind to suppress emotions, saying, “We didn’t really happen, just because I wasn’t here last night. I’m sorry.
He’s dark, he’s glistening in his eyes.
Then he yelled at me: “You have no heart, no heart.” I’m sorry.
Having come out of his house, I was in the way of being embarrassed, and I was hiding from him for a while.
Strange, I’ve never seen such a busy college teacher. I can see him almost every day.
Didn’t you say that college teachers can’t see anyone except in class?
He finally caught him in front of the library.
He took a look at the high numbers and inorganic chemistry in my arms, and he took a look at it, and he took a look at it. I’m sorry.
My eyes are obfuscated and my eyes are murky. I’m sorry.
And he made a little of it, and said, “Stop going to the library, to my house, and I will teach you.” I’m sorry.
“I can do it myself. I’m sorry.
I turned around and walked away, and he grabbed my collar. In my ear, “It wasn’t you who sent a circle of friends yesterday who were forced to do everything except high and inorganic. I’m sorry.
Well, I admit I can’t. I turned my head and walked in his car, “Go! I’m sorry.
I don’t think he’s a teacher anymore.
As in the past, I took the couch in front of him and threw two books on the table, swooping at the Zhu machine: “Chu Xiaoji, pour me an ice Coke.” I’m sorry.
He had just changed his slipper, put his coat on his coat, snubbed his lips and lifted his sleeves to get me a warm cup of red ginger tea.
I took a sip, sweet and spicy, and suddenly I remembered something, and I asked him, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“You’re about to have a physiology period. You didn’t always hurt. I’m sorry.
I looked at the smile in his eyes, and his heart was warm, and the soothing emotion came out of his heart like a spring.
Time is still and the bells are ringing.
I looked through my head to see the people at the door.
The graduate school sister, who looked cold and cold during the day, stood in front of Chu-chul, with her head down, from her cheeks red to her neck, holding the envelope in her hand.
Girls know what they want to do.
She came to confess.
I drank two hot teas silently, without a sound.
It would be very embarrassing if she found out there was another girl in Chu-chul’s house.
I put up with it, I pulled the hard-talking, I turned on the high books and I pretended to study.
I can’t believe you know his address.
I can’t see it. My ears are on Chu-hyun’s side.
They’re small, they’re not specific.
The Chu language is gentle and has not been answered.
After saying something, she said, “Thank you, Mr. Chu. I’m sorry.
He then left.
Trubs came to the door and saw me turn on the books.
He turned on my blank exercise book and started crying.
He said, “The subject of non-professional courses will not be too difficult, and you should be able to complete the 95th grade by writing this. I’m sorry.
And I bowed my head and did not respond to him, but listened to him in his proper way: “I write down some of the demarches of the classics, and take a look later. I’m sorry.
The pen in his hand shivered a little bit in the book, drawing the lines of black disorder.
It’s like I’m having a bad moment.
What kind of girlfriend would you find if you were so smart?
A good girl like Aoi, will he be moved by chasing him for a while?
When I didn’t return him, he felt wrong and leaned over and asked me, “Are you listening to me?” I’m sorry.
I asked myself, “That’s the girl who just did it. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? He had a little bit of doubt in his eyes, he hesitated to answer, “It’s good.” I’m sorry.
The black pen fell out of his hand, fell down on the table with the “grumbling” and fell on the floor with a crack.
Aoi isn’t the first girl I’ve ever met who confessed to him.
Before my primary school was close to A, I went to and went to school with Chu, and was stopped on the road by a girl who, after listening to her intermittent and incoherent statement, turned her down in cold.
He said he didn’t like girls who did worse than him.
I’m lower than that girl.
Then he said to him, “O you who are proud! I’m sorry.
Scold me, like me.
The elders preferred to compare me with him, and I used it to defy him, and I pursued him in the direction of Chu, but I couldn’t mention his friendship.
That’s all I’ve got, but I can’t stand it if I’m looking at Chu and other women.
Lin, what are you thinking?
My warm fingers raised my face carefully and revealed my eyes full of tears.
He kneeled on my side and wiped his tears out.
“How can it be so difficult?” I’m sorry.
“How does she know where your home is?” I’m sorry.
“Some students in the lab came to my house for dinner, so she knew. I’m sorry.
“Can we not let other girls in your house?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think it was right, but I couldn’t get it back, and I was thinking about how to get it back, and I heard the Chu-chan whispering, “Lin Jun.” I’m sorry.
“Are you jealous? I’m sorry.
If time goes back 10 minutes, five minutes.
I’ll keep my mouth shut.
I’m sure you won’t let your years of love go to hell.
Now I’m hiding in his bathroom and I’m confused.
I sat here for 20 minutes before I heard Chu-hyun step by step.
He knocks on the door, his voice is clear and he’s dumb.
“Lin Jun, I have something to say. I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t come out. Do you remember when I was a kid I used to kneel in the yard? I’m sorry.
Remember, when I was a kid, it was probably naughty, and Uncle Chu always yelled at me.
As long as it’s cold or hot, Uncle Chu gets angry, he’ll kneel down in the yard and think.
I feel sorry for him, and I may have just scolded him one second, and I will go over the wall and talk to him in his yard the next second, without saying anything good.
“You always thought I was naughty, but because of my father, I didn’t study well. My father’s learning requirements were very strict, and kindergarten began to drop out, with six years and three years in primary school and three years and two years in lower secondary school. One hour on your knees when you make a mistake. I’m sorry.
And We raised up with Our head, and looked to him who leaned upon the door.
Uncle Chu, as I recall, is a very gentle man.
“There’s something wrong with Dad’s mental state after he lost his job, and he puts his hopes on me, and as long as I don’t learn, he’ll go mad, you don’t know. I’m sorry.
It’s as if it all happened to another person.
“I like basketball, he won’t. The year he died, he dragged my hand to keep me from anything other than studying. I’m sorry.
So Truman didn’t play basketball later because of his father.
“Lin Jun, I’m not as smart as you said, but my life was set from birth. I’m sorry.
“And you, the only color of my life that has been gray for over 20 years. I’m sorry.
“It’s like, there’s no star under the black curtain. You’re a pyrotechnic in the boring sky, for years. I’m sorry.
“Lin Jun, I like you too. I’m sorry.
“You looked so heartless before, I didn’t dare to tell you, I was afraid to burden you. I’m sorry.
And he was lower and lower, and We stood by the door, and heard him say, “I am weaker than you.” I’m sorry.
I opened the door and stood face to face with him, and I laughed, “Tru, we are cowards.” I’m sorry.
Chu-chan’s eyes are red, like he can’t stop rubbing my waist, rubbing my back, squirting the heat.
A gentle and ferocious kiss is a lot more than the night of the drunk.
He said: “Let us fall in love. I’m sorry.
I hesitated to return him: “But we are teachers and students.” I’m sorry.
He sharpened my lips gently and opened his eyes to me, “But first you were my lover and then my student.” I’m sorry.
“If you don’t want anyone to know, we can sneak. I’m sorry.
Uh, sneaky.
Next summer, another wave of freshmen.
As a result of my excellent performance at the dance club, everyone made me dance at the new party.
The day before the show, I practiced until after 10:00 p.m., there’s no one in the building.
The lights were out in the hallway, and only one dance room was still on, so I was going to play the dance music.
The door squeaked and was pushed.
When I looked back, I saw Chu-chan standing at the door with a stinky face.
He was wearing a mask and a hat, wearing a school-breathed coat and a cold breath.
I asked for this dress, and the teacher-student was incorruptible, so he could only see me as if he knew nothing.
He came by with his shoes off, pulled off my back, and said, “Just to dance, how long has it been? I’m sorry.
And I pulled off his mask, and I kissed him with my head up. I’m sorry.
He groaned and asked, “You have to jump.” I’m sorry.
I’m sure of the location.
I know he doesn’t want to, but it’s hot and it’s just some music from the dance club that was voted out.
I’ve changed a lot for my life.
He sweeps me from head to toe, and his eyebrow is so angry, “Tomorrow, too? I’m sorry.
I was laughing and shaking my head, “Of course not. I’m sorry.
Because tomorrow it’s hotter.
The next day, I was wearing a little hammock with shorts, and the sister of the club had made me put on some fishing net socks.
In the open playground, freshmen stood around the stage, with a mobile phone set up in the middle of the stage for broadcast.
One of the crowd was particularly prominent, even trying to cover up the live cameras.
It’s Chu-chan standing under the stage, and two eyes are a fire.
The spotlight came down, the music started to ring, and I followed the rhythm, and I shouted.
Anyway, I’ll explain it later.
At the end of the show, the next group is ready to play, and I bend down.
Get behind the stage and a coat comes up.
I was sorely covered in the ground by the Chu regime that he took me to the car.
And my heart receded in the corner, and in the dark of the car, and I could only see his luminous eyes, and the fire that was about to rage: “Lin, you have longed.” I’m sorry.
“Pants? T-shirts? Which one are you wearing? I’m sorry.
I put my hand on his sleeve and I tried to keep it soft, “I’m afraid you won’t let me tell you.” I’m sorry.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.
It was rare for him to whisper a dirty word, to pull my hand over his arms, to slip a slightly rough finger over his naked skin and to tickle my heart.
The warm kisses fell down, and he was like, “Lin, you are the only one I can see. I’m sorry.
There were people running outside the car, and they shouted, “What about Lin? I’m sorry.
And when fear was found, We shrunk into his arms, and the hearts of two men were smitten, and he laughed twice with joy.
There are low whispers in the dark: “When will you take me back to my parents? I’m sorry.
I grabbed him by the back of his back with my fingers, and I said, “You’ve seen it before. I’m sorry.
“Uncounted before, as a boyfriend. I’m sorry.
“Tomorrow is good. * He whispered to me, but the tone was unacceptable *
It’s done. It’s done.
“Go home, study genetics. I’m sorry.
He then started the car and drove all the way out of the campus.
The next day, I got up so softly and stood on the balcony of the Chu Zhu family and called my mother.
When I got across the street, I solemnly said, “Mom, I’m in love. I’m sorry.
My mother hesitated for a moment and asked me, “Is it Chu-chul?” I’m sorry.
“How do you know? I’m sorry.
“I’m your mother. Can’t I see it? “When you were a kid, how could you hide your thoughts from me?” Why do you think I keep talking about him? I’m sorry.
I smiled softly, and Truman held me from behind.
I told him, “Go back to my parents this weekend.” I’m sorry.
His voice was warm, and he nodded, “Okay. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
