The afternoon sunlight fell on his face through the window, illuminating his joking expression very clearly: "Well, I punished you corporally, do you want to fire me?"
If I fire you, who will give me extra lessons?
How can I get to you when there is no one to teach me?
Qingyu puffed up her cheeks and endured it. She pushed the note towards him a little further: "Okay, let's talk about the topic."
Tingyun smiled: "First tell me about the question you couldn't answer just now..."
The sun looked at them through the window, slowly becoming sleepy and slowly closing in its dazzling brilliance.
The skylight outside the window gradually dimmed, and when they came out of the classroom, it was already a dark night outside.
When he walked to the door of the classroom, Tingyun gave way and let Qingyu go out first. When she went out, he walked a step faster and followed her side by side.
In the corridor, the old ceiling lamp emits a half-bright light, like sleepy eyes.
Tingyun glanced at Qingyu beside him: "This light is not very bright."
"Well, this building is relatively old." Qingyu replied.
Tingyun smiled and naturally stretched out his right hand to hold her left hand.
The small hand was suddenly wrapped by a long, slender and warm hand. Qingyu's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he turned his head to look at Tingyun in surprise.
Tingyun smiled harmlessly: "The light here is too dark. I'm afraid you'll fall, so I'll hold you while walking."
Qingyu replied without thinking: "It's not too dark, I can see clearly. I've walked so many times and I haven't fallen."
After saying that, he immediately reacted, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and blamed himself in his heart:
My brain is really short-circuited!
Tingyun didn't know whether she could see clearly or not. He was afraid that she would fall and wanted to lead her away. So why shouldn't she pretend not to be able to see clearly?
But now that the words have been spoken, it’s too late to change them. Are we just going to watch him let go of her hand?
However, what is an unsolvable situation for her is nothing to Tingyun.
Tingyun said without changing his expression: "When I was studying in the past few days, I saw a lamp on the stairs was broken. It will be very dark there, so I still have to hold your hand."
"That's it, then please." Qingyu learned to be smarter this time.
"You're welcome." Tingyun smiled, held her hand and walked forward slowly, as slowly as if he were taking a walk.
The little hand in his palm was soft and smooth, as if it would slip out of his hand accidentally. So he held it slightly hard, letting her hand rest safely in his palm.
The corridor on this floor is empty, no one else is passing by, but when you go down the side stairs to the third floor, there are more people in the corridor.
Students passing by them sometimes subconsciously glance at the hands they hold.
Qingyu subconsciously wanted to retract her hand. She felt that Tingyun would not like to be seen by her classmates holding hands, and some misunderstanding would arise.
But Tingyun shook her hand hard to prevent her from escaping: "Don't move, just calm down."
Qingyu glanced at him sideways: "Your classmates will see it."
Tingyun rolled his eyes at her: "I'm not afraid of my classmates, so what are you afraid of?"
If you are not afraid, then I will not be polite to you.
Qingyu stopped being coy and was led by him obediently.
I walked leisurely from the third floor to the first floor, passing six ceiling lamps, but none of them were broken. There was no section of road that was so dark that I couldn't see the road clearly.
Qingyu just pretended to have forgotten about it and was led by him obediently.
Tingyun looked up at the lamp at the stairway on the first floor, and lied without changing his expression: "Hey, the lamp was broken yesterday, but it was repaired today?"
After saying that, he calmly held her soft little hand and walked through the corridor shrouded in light.
Qingyu didn’t pay much attention to the surrounding environment and was accustomed to trusting him, so he didn’t think of:
Last night, the two of them came to this building, entering and exiting. At that time, all the ceiling lights were in good condition.
Tingyun led Qingyu until they walked to the door of the teaching building.
The street lamp casts a large white light strip on the ground, and every fallen leaf on the ground can be seen clearly.
There is no reason to continue holding her hand.
Tingyun still let go of her hand and walked side by side with her to the food court next to the school.
Qingyu's eyes swept over the restaurant sign: "What do you want to eat?"
Tingyun paid attention to her expression from the side and found that her eyes stayed on the sign of a small hot pot for a longer time, so he smiled and said:
"It's so cold, why don't you have some warm hot pot?"
Qingyu's eyes shined: "Okay, okay, I really want to eat hot pot too!"
This shop sells small hot pots. The pots are small and the tables are not big. There are only two-person tables and four-person tables.
The two found a table for two and sat down facing each other.
The waiter brought over an order menu, and Zingyun motioned for her to hand the menu to Qingyu.
Qingyu took over the menu, and the first item was the bottom of the pot.
Tingyun's stomach wasn't very good and she couldn't let him eat spicy food, so she just skipped all the spicy pot bottoms:
"Three delicacies, mushroom soup, sauerkraut, tomato, which pot base do you want to eat?"
As soon as Tingyun heard the types of pot bases she reported, he knew that she was trying to accommodate his stomach, and replied with a smile: "Three delicacies, probably."
"Okay." Qingyu put a check mark behind the picture on the bottom of the three-fresh pot, quickly ordered a few of his favorite dishes, and then handed the menu to Tingyun:
"I've already ordered it. You can order something you like."
Tingyun smiled and leaned on the back of the chair without reaching out to pick it up: "Please order some for me."
Qingyu blinked: "But I don't know what food you like to eat?"
Tingyun glanced at her: "So you only know that I like sweets, and you don't know anything else."
Qingyu blinked a few more times, quickly took out his mobile phone and put it on the table, and clicked on the recording function: "Then what do you like to eat? Tell me, I will record it and remember it later!"
It’s a shame she figured it out!
Tingyun couldn't help laughing, and reached out to cut off the recording: "Can it replace your brain? Remember it yourself."
Qingyu wrinkled her little nose and looked embarrassed: "But I don't have as good a memory as you. I can't remember what you said!"
Tingyun smiled and raised his eyes: "Who said I have to name the dishes? Observe for yourself!"
As he spoke, he took out the menu from her hand and ordered a few of his favorite dishes. When he saw that the amount of dishes was almost there, he asked the waiter to take away the menu.
While waiting for the food to be served, the two of them went to adjust the ingredients together.
Qingyu put in a tablespoon of chili oil and wanted to enjoy it heartily.
I came back and sat down to wait for a while. The hot pot and dishes were served.
The waiter pressed the switch, and after a while, bubbles began to bubble in the pot.
The heat rises, making the person sitting opposite look warmer and more smoky.
When Qingyu saw the dishes coming, he didn't rush to wash them. His eyes took turns scanning the dishes on which the dishes were placed, over and over again.
Are you silently memorizing his favorite dishes? Are you taking what he said seriously?
What a good girl!
Ting Yu smiled and said nothing, waiting quietly for her to remember his preferences.
Chapter completed!