At the monthly meeting, Dean of Academic Affairs Zhou Qinhai routinely gave a speech on the podium. His posture was tall and straight, his brows were gentle but restrained and solemn, his voice was calm and calm, and his aura was so strong that all the teachers who were still drowsy after listening to the principal's speech just listened to him attentively. However, a few hours ago, Director Zhou was still the gentle and virtuous housekeeper in the family who was wrapped in an apron and making breakfast. After making breakfast, he walked to the bedside of the math teacher Chen Hao to wake him up.
The meeting was still going on, but the speech suddenly stopped. Zhou Qinhai looked at Chen Hao's admiring and amused expression. His cheeks turned red, he avoided looking, picked up the water glass to cover his face, and breathed calmly. However, the corners of Chen Hao's mouth, the mathematics teacher under the podium, could not help but tilt up slightly.
The moment they looked at each other, he seemed to hear Zhou Chu say to him again in that slightly annoyed but more shy tone, "There is no formality."
Concept: How do two people who love each other deeply from the beginning face the world?