Before:
Above the desert, Chi Yan struggled to curve the corners of his mouth. He hoped that what he left behind for Ah Xie was that he looked good and relaxed, at least when he saw his body was not so broken when he broke out of the siege. He could only stay here with him in this life. If the breeze blows in the future, he will definitely come to see Ah Xie.
When Muxie saw Chi Yan's body, he felt as if he had been hit on the head with a stick, and his internal organs were minced. It was like the pain of having your veins severed and then being trampled by hundreds of horses. Muxie couldn't describe it well. What should I do? What will he do if Chi Yan dies? He fell to the ground and looked at Chi Yan's throat, which was pierced by an iron spear. Does it hurt? He really wanted to ask him, it must not hurt, otherwise why would he laugh?
Now:
"Professor Chi, good morning." A student greeted him in his ears, and Chi Yan nodded. He had a headache. In the new semester, he took a public class. There was no problem with this class. The problem was with a certain student taking this class. "Chi Jiao, did Mr. Marx know that you explained contradictions and struggles in this way?" Chi Yan thought he had taught university courses for several years, at least few of the students he taught said there were problems with his teachings. "Teacher Chi, what brand is the coat you are wearing today? Is it convenient to reveal it to the students?" Chi Yan had a headache. "Chi Jiao, do you want to have dinner together?"
Mu Jie never called Chi Yan properly by his name, and never addressed him properly in class. He always called Chi Yan "Chi Jiao, Chi Jiao" in a nonchalant tone. Every time he saw Chi Yanqing's stoic face, Mu Jie wanted to tease him, because he looked so pretty when he smiled.
Purpose: Study hard and be a teacher