Bizzare Love - chapter 130

He Junming didn’t dare to take a peek, so he had to enter the classroom by himself. A few of them looked through the window and saw Jiang Ren standing in the corridor carefully looking through the dictionary.

He Han said, “When Brother Ren saw something, his reaction was big.”

He Junming said, “I caught a string of bird words.”

Fang Tan thought for a while, “Meng Ting gave him homework?”

Few people could think of that name.

But He Junming sighed. Brother Ren had been there for almost a year. He hit the teacher in the class as soon as he came and the whole class was upset. Jiang Ren didn’t explain anything. When someone came to the teaching office, he continued to sleep on the table.

Only He Junming, who was at the table with him, saw it.

When that teacher was in class, he always liked to put girls on his shoulders, aptly called lectures.

In the first week of Jiang Ren’s arrival, the teacher rubbed the chest of one of the oldest girls in their class. The girl’s eyes were red, but she did not dare to say anything.

Jiang Ren, who was chewing gum, stood up on the spot, raised his chair and hit the teacher.

At that time, he was still studying and reading a book, so the whole class was confused.

No one knew what happened and the girl who was later helped by Jiang Ren did not stand up to speak.

Jiang Ren didn’t care, he might not even remember the girl’s name, but He Junming was deeply impressed by that incident. The teacher used to have bad ethics, but when he left, most of the class were also happy.

At that time, when the principal dealt with that matter, Jiang Ren just sneered, without explaining a word, his eyes were cold and gloomy.

He Junming told the whole story and the original head teacher was fired.

When the principal apologized embarrassingly, Brother Ren took the jacket and put it on his shoulders and left without turning his head back.

And just now, when Jiang Ren said in a loud voice that he was reflecting, his eyes seemed to be covered with fine light. It was completely different from the cold and gloomy teenager who came to the Vocational High School more than half a year ago.

He Junming couldn’t help but sigh, love was so great.

He quickly finished the translation of a few English poems. Because he read the “answer” in advance, it was not difficult.

For the first time, Jiang Ren carefully read all the English in the poem.

They were not that difficult.

When school was over, the sky was already dark.

The lights in the teaching building also went out one by one.

Meng Ting was writing questions in the classroom. The monitor, Guan Xiaoye, had a sense of crisis. No, the number one in the class worked so hard, which made her so nervous that she couldn’t sleep lately and she was only in the second grade.

“Meng Ting, you must remember to close the windows.” 

In summer, she was afraid of rain coming in from the windows.

“Okay.”

Halfway through Meng Ting’s dictation, the classmates left.

The light above Meng Ting’s head was still turned on in their classroom.

She was wearing a white school uniform from No. 7 High School, with an artistic word seven on the sleeve. The coolness of the air conditioner hadn’t dissipated and she wrote the answer x2 on the paper with a black pen.

Suddenly, hands lightly covered her eyes.

Meng Ting reached out to remove Jiang Ren’s hands.

He couldn’t help laughing, “How did you know it was me?” 

He let go of her and put his arms on her desk.

Meng Ting bent her eyes, “I heard your footsteps.”

“I’ll hand in my homework.”

Her eyelashes trembled  and she was a little embarrassed when she thought of the poem, “No, don’t hand it in, just write it.”

Jiang Ren smiled softly, “Little teacher, you said that I’ll get a reward for doing it right. Were you lying to me?”

The teaching building was quiet, just the two of them were there.

His pupils were pitch black, with countless smiles.

Meng Ting bit her lip, “Then give it to me.”

He gave her the paper.

Jiang Ren’s handwriting was scribbled and big, much like his character. The beginning was mathematics, answering questions that must be written.

He couldn’t figure out that the English translation was not required and he even wrote a regular answer in the translation.

At the back of the answer was his love letter in Chinese characters.

Meng Ting’s ears were hot.

Jiang Ren lowered his eyes, “What you said, you can do anything right.”

Cicadas buzzed from the plane tree.

The teacher inspecting the teaching building took a flashlight and checked the doors and windows one by one. 

The footsteps were still downstairs. However, at night, it was especially clear.

His eyes were too bright, Meng Ting stood up, not daring to look at him, her face was so red, “Teacher is here, okay?”

Jiang Ren bent his lips, “Okay.”

He closed the last window, then walked to the door, “Come here.”

Meng Ting breathed a sigh of relief and walked over with her school bag on her back.

Jiang Ren raised his hand and turned off the last light and the classroom was completely dark.

He pulled his hand and the door closed in front of him.

When the teacher walked to the third floor, the flashlight was shining. In the darkness, Meng Ting was a little nervous.

Jiang Ren led her up the stairs on the other side.

Finally, they avoided meeting with the teacher.

Until she walked to the place waiting for the bus, the night wind gently brushed her face, her heartbeat was still fast.

The bus home had not come yet.