Chapter 2: Tablemate

In Qin An's memory, his ambiguous relationship with Ye Zhulan remained until a period after the college entrance examination. The two of them were often alone. Whenever they met by chance, they could see the exciting joy in each other's eyes, but no one had ever confessed their love.

Qin An kept wondering whether it was because the layer between the two had not been truly exposed.

At this time he did this, and then he clearly realized that this was neither a dream nor a memory, but a real life.

When Qin An walked into the classroom of Class 69, these people should be very unfamiliar new classmates to him. However, when he looked carefully, he still remembered the names of most people when his faces were overlapped with those shrewd, vicissitudes, decadent, serious, or majestic many years later.

"Qin'an, go and sit there." His father Qin Huai is a foreign language teacher and class teacher. The seat he pointed at was just under his nose.

Qin An glanced at his still young father, who was less than forty,

It was the age of Fenghua. My father started working as a teacher very early. From his initial private to public, from graduating from a junior college to undergraduate, his efforts were an unforgettable memory that Qin An could remember many of them.

One night, even though the power outage was out, the books my father read under the kerosene lamp seemed to be Marxist philosophy. At that time, my father planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

Combined with the image of a white, old and majestic private middle school principal, Qin An felt a little sad when he saw his father at this time, and silently lowered his head and walked to his seat.

Qin An put down his schoolbag and suddenly turned his head. A pair of cold eyes next to him immediately turned away as if nothing had happened.

That was Sun Sun, a deskmate who had been together in the last year of Qin'an's junior high school. Sun Sun was the number one girl and the first in the whole grade.

In relatively simple times, in the conservative county junior high school, there was no such thing as a school beauties, but everyone knew that the most beautiful girl in the county junior high school was Sun Sun, who became a charming beauty when she grew up.

Unlike Ye Zhulan, Qin An and Sun Sun's connection is intermittent.

When Sun Sun became a famous singer, the last concert she held was sponsored by Qin An's company. Then Sun Sun entered the entertainment industry. When that circle really entered, it was even more dirty than she thought.

With the help of the cousin who has been an agent, a master director who is known as the most promising person to win over Xiao Jinren got her confused body tortured by love drugs and took a video.

The video was posted online, and Sun Sun chose to commit suicide, ending her life that bloomed brightly like summer flowers and quickly rotted, burying the body coveted by countless men, with beauty and wisdom.

Sun Sun’s only mistake is that she values ​​family affection more than anyone else, believes in relatives, but can’t see through many people who have already lost their character after entering a certain circle.

Qin An saw the video and learned about Sun Sun's suicide. At that time, he had already had a wife and a child. He smashed the wall with his fist frantically, and then sat silently in front of the computer, tears flowing unstoppable.

"Sun Sun, it's great that you are still alive."

Qin An turned his head and looked at Sun Sun's beautiful and close-to-demon face, his slightly pointed chin, and his eyes would squint when he smiled. In fact, he smiled like a little fox who had done something bad. At this time, he was cold and inhumane, his lips slightly pouted with dissatisfaction, proud and disdainful.

Since junior high school, he has no longer had a male and female deskmate, but Sun Sun and Qin An are the only exceptions. Qin Huai thought that with a perfect girl like Sun Sun as a deskmate, Qin An would never go to play naughty with Ye Zhulan without any trouble. Moreover, as a teacher, he believed that students with good grades could lead to poor grades. Qin Huai also took a lot of effort to convince Sun Sun to agree with this combination.

Sun Sun was not willing to be so conspicuous and so particularly became the only girl with a male deskmate, but she couldn't resist Qin Huai's persuasion. She only thought that a father had to worry about his son and talked to a little girl like her. This male deskmate was obviously not a good guy.

Even though he knew that Qin An was looking at him, Sun Sun still didn't plan to pay attention to Qin An.

Thirteen-year-old Sun Sun has already started to grow up, her petite body gradually grows and her slightly bulging breasts are wrapped under her vest. Her light waist is truly like a weak willow for the wind, and is naturally charming.

She also understood some things between the opposite sex. Qin An stared at her unyieldingly. Her ears finally began to turn red. She turned her head and glared at Qin An fiercely.

Qin An smiled. Sun Sun was still the same Sun Sun. His glaring style has not changed for many years.

"You..." Sun Sun turned his head angrily. What's wrong with Qin An? He glared at him, but he was still laughing. Is there anyone who is so thick-skinned? It seems that Teacher Qin really has no way to deal with him.

Since Teacher Qin has no choice but to smile with me, I will discipline you on behalf of Teacher Qin. Sun Sun suddenly felt that he could understand Teacher Qin’s difficulties.

"ah!"

A chalk head hit, and Qin Huai stared at Qin An angrily. This uneasy son was quarreling with Ye Zhulan in Class 68. It was already rumored that Qin Huai's son had a tendency to fall in love early in the old days. Now it seems that he has taken Sun Sun's attention again.

Fortunately, Sun Sun is a well-behaved student with absolute good character and academic performance. It is impossible for Qin Huai to be as playful as Ye Zhulan.

A depressing low laughter came from the classroom. The county junior high school was not big. Most people knew that Qin An was the son of Qin Huai. Seeing the scene of me taking care of my son in the classroom, many people felt it was a little new.

Qin An touched his head, wiped off the chalk dust, picked up the half of the chalk, placed it respectfully on the podium, and sat back again.

“P1ea color opne…”

Qin Huai didn't say anything else. After all, it was the first day Qin An transferred class, and he didn't expect Qin An to change immediately. However, it was the first time that Qin Huai saw this seemingly respectful approach, and it seemed that he didn't care much about the teacher's majesty.

It’s like during a meeting, when the principal scolds a class on stage for having a poor grade in the test, the scolded head teacher whispers in the audience, smiling, and then shouts: Good scolding, you can continue to scold!
Chapter completed!