Su Qingmeng is the youngest mathematics teacher in No. 1 High School in H City. In her second year of work, she became the sole head teacher. In her third year of work, the Chinese teacher who worked with her retired.
The new Chinese teacher was her junior sister, who sat across from her and lived across from her. She thought that the seniors and sisters would work together to win the outstanding class award next year, but she did not expect that the junior sister's heart was not completely connected with hers.
Xu Xinghe, who was "ambitious", did not expect that Su Qingmeng would be so confused. She talked about the moon, Su Qingmeng told her about the parabola, she talked about the stars, and Su Qingmeng talked about the movable points on the parabola.
She said... She couldn't say anything. She had "quoted" all the texts in the compulsory Chinese course that could be used to extend the text. If this continued, she could only tease Su Qingmeng with the elective course "Qi Jia Guo Guo Tian Ping Tian".
It was another ordinary day when I was struck by Teacher Su's incomprehensible style. A classmate came to ask Xu Xinghe a question.
"Teacher, in "Romeo and Juliet", the moon is used to refer to love. Isn't it too far-fetched?"
Xu Xinghe cheered up: "Texts with the word 'excerpt' are not required and will not be tested in the exam. Reviewing other things is more efficient."
On the way back to the dormitory at night, the moonlight was just right. Xu Xinghe pointed at the moon and wanted to recite a song "Jade Steps Chaos" as a crazy suggestion.
Su Qingmeng suddenly held her fingertips uncharacteristically and recited the original text word for word.
"Don't swear by the moon. It is fickle. It waxes and wanes every month. If you swear by it, maybe your love will be as fickle as it."
Xu Xinghe's joking face suddenly turned serious, "But I will always stand on the side that can illuminate you."
Later one day Xu Xinghe realized it belatedly and asked about that day,
"Why do you think I want to confess?"
"I don't know, but I hope you can confess. Fortunately, you didn't let me down."
The incomprehensible high school class teacher x the silly trainee teacher
The incomprehensible style is just a pretense, but the naivety is real
Intention:.
