Chapter 6

Yu Yifeng was awakened by an earth-shattering cry.

He sniffed the pungent smell of disinfectant, looked at the snow-white wall in front of him, and spent a few seconds thinking about his current situation; but before he could think about it, the loud and loud cry rang again: "Mom— —Mom —!!! I don’t want injections!!! I’m going to die! I’m going to die woohoo woohoo!!!”

"Fuck me."

Yu Yifeng held down his aching forehead, struggled from the hospital bed amid the magic sound that filled his ears, and looked at the crying bear child in the bed next to him: "Kid, if you cry again, uncle will buy two sets of winter vacation. Homework for you."

The little boy sitting in his mother's arms had never seen such a terrible threat, so he choked twice, looked at Yu Yifeng pitifully, and did not dare to make a sound.

Taking advantage of his distraction, the ready-to-go nurse slid the needle into his chubby arm. The child glanced at his arm in hindsight, and was about to continue howling, Yu Yifeng added with a smile: "Four sets."

little boy:.......

He took a deep breath, tears in his eyes, and he didn't dare to cry until the nurse pulled out the needle after the injection.

The young mother holding the child looked at Yu Yifeng with gratitude in her eyes: "Thank you!"

Yu Yifeng scratched his hair like a chicken coop, and smiled very kindly: "It's nothing, this is what I should do."

The little boy had a cotton swab on his arm and was held down by his mother, unable to move, so he glared at Yu Yifeng - if he could move now, he would definitely rush over and slap this hateful adult.

Yu Yifeng kicked the child and was in a very good mood. He stood up and moved his muscles and bones. Feeling that the accumulated fatigue was swept away, he asked the nurse next to him, "Hello, can I be discharged from the hospital?"

The nurse glanced at him: "Yes, yes, but generally for patients over 35 years old, we will recommend you to observe for a while, and then go after making sure there is no problem."

Over thirty-five?

Perhaps the doubts on his face were too obvious. The nurse opened the medical record folder in his hand and looked at it: "Yi Yifeng, male, thirty-seven years old, is there a problem?"

"...No problem." Yu Yifeng swallowed the words "I'm only twenty-seven this year", imagining that Mu Qing had a gentle face and told the nurse seriously, "He Thirty-seven years old this year", I couldn't help but want to laugh.

This person seems so serious and serious, but why does he look so cute when he is so bad every once in a while?

Mu Qing on the podium knew nothing of this miraculous evaluation of himself. He wrote the last word on the blackboard, put down the chalk and clapped his hands: "Okay, that's it for today's class."

"Ah? This is the end of get out of class?"

"No, Mr. Mu, the next class is literature history, please wait for a while!"

Although Mu Qing's class is the most difficult grammar, his teaching style is relaxed and interesting, and he never procrastinates. Occasionally, students respond quickly and leave get out of class two minutes earlier, so they have always been very popular.

Unfinished students packed their schoolbags and walked out of the classroom in twos and threes. Mu Qing sorted out the books and was about to clean the blackboard when a slender figure walked by and grabbed the eraser before him: "Teacher, you have a day of class today, it's hard work, I'll clean it up. ."

It's Si Yueyue.

The young girl wore clothes that looked too plain among her peers, and stood on tiptoe to reach the top of the blackboard. Seeing that she couldn't reach, Mu Qing said to her, "I'll just come where I can't, you Go to class now."

But Si Yueyue shook her head stubbornly, squatted down slightly, jumped up, waved her hand vigorously, and wiped the top handwriting with a squeak.

She put down the blackboard eraser, with a relieved smile on her face: "Teacher, I've cleaned it up."

"Okay, thank you." Mu Qing smiled politely at her.

Si Yueyue smiled shyly, returned to her seat and packed her schoolbag. Mu Qing glanced at it inadvertently, and suddenly found that the style of her backpack was familiar - it seemed to be the Fendi bag that her mother loved to carry last year.

The stark contrast between the expensive backpack and the plain clothes surprised Mu Qing, but he just quietly withdrew his gaze and didn't explore too much - after all, this is someone else's private matter, and it has nothing to do with him.

He was about to walk out when Si Yueyue suddenly stopped him: "Mr. Mu, I want to ask you a question."

Mu Qing turned his head and said kindly, "What?"

Si Yueyue stared straight at him: "Teacher, do you think I should be married now?"

Mu Qingjiao had a lot of students, but apart from the undergraduate graduates he brought, most of them could only barely match their faces and names. If it wasn't for the head teacher of this class who forced him to talk about the students' situation for a long time before taking maternity leave, what he knew about Si Yueyue was only "a serious girl in the second class of Russian liberal arts".

Therefore, Si Yueyue asked him so frankly, but Mu Qing was a little surprised - was it the cup of soy milk that she gave her when she met him in the morning, did she recognize her?

Mu Qing stepped down from the podium, so that the distance between himself and Si Yueyue would not be too wide, before answering: "You are now a junior. From a legal point of view, you should have reached the legal age for marriage. You can choose to get married - of course, you can choose not to marry, that's your freedom."

"The road of life is long and full of uncertainties. If you really reach a certain age, you must do something. The average life expectancy announced by our country recently is 78.2 years old. Do I live to 78 years old? Should you die?"

Mu Qing's tone was relaxed, with a hint of ridicule. Si Yueyue was infected by his attitude and laughed out loud: "Teacher, you will definitely live a hundred years."

The girl's voice was full of sincerity, and the unease in Caicai's eyes had been replaced by firmness: "I don't want to get married, I want to continue my postgraduate studies, and then be like you, a person who teaches and educates people."

"If you want to be a university teacher, then you have to start working hard now."

"Well, I'll do my best!" Si Yueyue said goodbye to Mu Qing, and ran out of the classroom with her schoolbag.

The girl who threw away her mental baggage was brisk on her feet, with a bright smile on her face. She trotted all the way to the next classroom, but when she went down the stairs, she turned too fast and almost hit the oncoming person.

The visitor turned to the side in time, letting Si Yueyue pass. The frightened girl patted her chest and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, sorry—huh?" This person seemed a little familiar, as if...  

"You are Mr. Mu's... uh, are you here to find Mr. Mu?"

Yu Yifeng looked at the culprit who caused his embarrassment this morning, and thought about the embrace and concern he had earned for nothing, his face suddenly became as warm as a spring breeze: "Yes, did you just finish his class?"

"Yes, Mr. Mu is still in the classroom." Si Yueyue thought of this person's "feat" this morning, and specifically explained, "Well, Mr. Mu is a teacher I particularly respect, and I have no other thoughts about him. , you can rest assured."

She actually explained to me... Didn't Mu Qing tell her that she misunderstood?

Yu Yifeng was a little surprised, but still had a pleasant smile on his face: "It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding."

He walked towards the floor where Mu Qing was, Si Yueyue looked at his handsome back, and sighed silently in his heart: "If he marries Teacher Mu, it is probably for love—no, marry? Um... ...it doesn't seem right..."

Mu Qing: Someone got caught, but I won't say who.