Trade-off
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There was no special look on his face when he made that decision.
It was a nice day, and the sunlight was shining on the young man's brows and corners of his eyes. So I clearly saw that there was no trace of water there.
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Luo Yan's wedding date was finally set on the 27th of this month, and there were only eight days left before the wedding. I asked him why he set the date in such a hurry, regardless of whether he was fully prepared.
It seemed like he had answered the question a thousand times and already knew the answer by heart. He answered me almost immediately: "This is the nearest auspicious day in the zodiac. Well, the book says that the twenty-seventh day of the fifth lunar month is the best time to get married."
But even after receiving such an answer, I tried my best to find time to observe him amidst the exhausting series of preparations.
——Everything is business as usual, nothing I worried about happened.
As an associate subject teacher, Biology teacher Luo Yan is considered the most popular among students, not only because his classes are full of fun, but also because although he has passed his thirties, he has an extremely young face: soft outline, handsome appearance, extraordinary temperament, and easy-going personality, which makes him very popular among students. Boys are usually afraid of him in class, but they can hang out with him outside class, and girls always pester him with questions after class.
But as the head teacher of the class he teaches, I look at all this with jealousy, a bit like a pet I raise who is more willing to get close to others and neglects you.
He often laughed at me for being too young and inexperienced to discipline these little monsters. Although I was verbally dissatisfied, in my heart I wished I could gain teaching experience as soon as possible. I was content to receive half of his salary. Salaries and bonuses at this private school are distributed based on teaching experience and academic achievement. It was my first time to be a class teacher, and my teaching experience was obviously much shorter than his. Every time I looked at the slow-growing numbers on my salary card, even long sighs were not enough to express my inner sorrow and indignation.
As considerate as he is, of course he would touch my head and say, "Come on, I'll treat you to a big dinner."
Now that I think about it, it was the warm touch that lingered in my hair that never faded away, probably the feeling of my heart.
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