Chapter 13, Luo Siyan

Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 13, Luo Siyan

"Teacher Luo, it's me, Yang Xiaole."

"Crunch!"

Hearing the sound, a man in his early thirties walked out. He was wearing a pair of glasses, a white vest and blue pants.

He also held a cattail leaf fan in his hand.

Luo Jinping was surprised when he saw him: "Xiao Le? Why are you here at this time? I am planning to go to the countryside tomorrow to send you transcripts and certificates!"

He was both in love and angry with the student in front of him.

What I love is that this child is very spiritual. He has always been at the top of his age in studies and has excellent handwriting.

What makes me angry is that this guy likes to lose focus no matter what class he is in.

When asked, this guy said that he was just paying attention to the lecture.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole secretly thought that it was a good thing that he came here today, otherwise he would not be able to talk to him tomorrow when he went to the countryside, and he might have been beaten.

Wang Qiuju didn't know that his mental age was already very old.

If you don't come home after a night, you're guaranteed to be beaten.

You can't outrun them because your health is too bad, unless you can't go home.

Looking at the teacher in front of him, Yang Xiaole smiled: "Teacher Luo, can I sleep at your place tonight? My parents are not at home because of something."

He knew that Luo Jinping's dormitory was actually a room for two people, but no one was living there.

Luo Jinping didn't ask him why, but teased: "What? You don't call me Luo Siyan anymore?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole smiled sheepishly.

It was just a casual joke in private before, but he didn't expect it to reach his ears.

"Teacher Luo, I didn't say anything."

Luo Jinping didn't care and smiled, "Okay, come in and close the door."

Yang Xiaole saw this and followed in with a smile.

Entering the room, a kerosene lamp flickered dimly.

There is a smell of mosquito coils in the air.

There were almost no mosquitoes in the house, but it was a bit hot inside.

There are two desks and two single beds, but the other single bed and desk are empty.

Luo Jinping went to the closet, took out a large pair of underwear and threw it on his bed.

He went to the corner again, took out a mat and spread it on the empty bed.

While laying out the mat, he said without looking back:

"I washed this mat a few days ago and used it to sleep on.

There is hot water and soap under the washstand, and there is a pressure well at the door. You can fetch water for bathing yourself.

Just use my towel, don't wipe your butt.

Wear my trousers and wash your clothes later so they can be dry tomorrow."

Speak concisely, clearly, without too much nonsense.

Yang Xiaole smiled when he heard this.

After getting along with him for the past two years, he still has some understanding of Teacher Luo's temper.

That's how cool it is.

He picked up the enamel washbasin, poured some hot water, took the towel and left the courtyard directly.

Add a little water to the press and get some cold water out.

I took a quick shower, rinsed my clothes with water, and then put on my big pants and came back.

At this time, Luo Jinping was already sitting on the table and writing the certificate of award with his head down.

Hearing the sound of him coming in, Luo Jinping said without raising his head while writing a certificate of award: "Come here and write a certificate of award for me."

Yang Xiaole didn't mind after hearing this.

He often does this thing often because his handwriting is beautiful.

The other party also asked.

The reason he gave was that he practiced on a sand table.

When I came to the side, a worn-out pen was already placed on a blank certificate of merit.

Even the square chairs are ready.

Yang Xiaole knew that although this pen was worse than the one in Luo Jinping's hand, it was the one he had always used.

Even the one awarded by the school, he rarely uses it.

Then he sat there.

Luo Jinping took out a figure and placed it in front of him, pointing to the names recorded in the notebook and said:

"You write down the dozens, and I'll write the rest."

Yang Xiaole began to write after hearing this.

He wrote hard and wrote neatly in block letters, and his speed was no slower than Luo Jinping's.

This is not the type of printed certificate of later generations.

There is only one certificate border, and the words on it must be written by hand.

This is a certificate of merit for a three-good student.

There are more than thirty in total, and the other party has already written about ten, and there are still more than twenty left.

Luo Jinping just glanced at him and continued writing his certificate of award.

While writing, he said without raising his head: "Tell me, what do you usually think about when you are in class?"

Yang Xiaole also talked nonsense without raising his head: "Oh, sometimes I just think about the teacher's lectures. My brain is not full. Sometimes if I think too much, I will easily become dazed."

I finished writing one and put it next to me.

Then write the next one.

Luo Jinping shook his head speechlessly after hearing this.

Yang Xiaole saw this and smiled while writing: "Teacher Luo, how long will you be teaching? When will you return to the city!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Jinping paused.

His eyes darkened.

Then he regained his smile and said, "What's wrong? You don't want Teacher Luo to take care of you anymore? Do you think I'm annoying?"

How could Yang Xiaole say that?

To him, it didn't matter who he found to teach.

If there is an old scholar who keeps a straight face all day long, he really can't stand it.

Then he smiled and said: "That's not true. Teacher Luo, you are approachable. What student wouldn't like you."

This is not a lie.

The other person was really serious in class, but in private, I basically never saw him get angry with anyone.

In his words, some people did not listen carefully during class.

The students' problems are also his own problems.

I didn’t teach myself well.

When Luo Jinping heard this, he shook his head speechlessly, this child.

Then he said calmly: "It's been three years, but I don't know if I can leave!"

When Yang Xiaole heard this, he asked strangely: "Didn't you say that you have been teaching for two years? Why is it three years again?"

Luo Jinping smiled when he heard this: "I didn't say 2 years. You just heard what others said! 3 years is a natural year, and 2 years is a vague verbal term. For example, if you want to borrow money, say lend us money."

, not specifically referring to a specific amount of money.

For example, if you let me borrow your pen for 2 days, the 2 days may be several days, not a specific 2 days."

Yang Xiaole's mouth twitched when he heard this.

All right!
To be continued...