That winter, twenty-year-old Zhao Zhouqiao met eighteen-year-old Su Weiai.
At that time, she was a trainee teacher and he was a senior high school student.
"Teacher Xiao Zhao, I don't understand this question!"
Zhao Zhouqiao looked at the student next to him in embarrassment, feeling sad in his heart. I wanted to say: The teacher doesn't understand either!
She tilted her head slightly, and Su Weiai looked at her funnyly, with a touch of ridicule.
Later, their teacher-student relationship gradually drifted apart.
Who cares about whom first, who disturbs whose mood, but in the end it can only end sadly.
Two years later, when she meets him again, what will their identities be? What will be the ending?
"Teacher Zhao, long time no see, no, it must be Senior Sister Zhao!" Su Weiai looked at her steadily, but saw the indifference in her eyes, and said: "It's been so long, no pretense of being a teacher. It's suitable for both men and women, young and old!" He stepped forward, looked at her angry eyes, and suddenly felt funny, and put an arm around her weakly, leaning against her slightly.
Zhao Zhouqiao reacted and pushed hard, "What are you doing!" He hurriedly pushed his hand away.
"Face? This thing was given to you two years ago!" Su Weiai put away his smile, stretched out his fingertips, and gently rubbed her lips.
"Zhao Zhouqiao, where else can you go this time?"
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