Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

In late December, City B ushered in the first snow of the year.

White and translucent snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the surrounding dry branches are covered with these lovely things. The thick boots will make a creaking sound when they step on the snow-colored white carpet.

Mu Hanxi stretched out her palm, and took a light snowflake: "It's so beautiful."

Mo Zebei held her hand and led her to walk forward slowly: "Have you ever made a snowman before?"

"It was piled up when I was young, but it was gone after middle school."

"Me too," Mo Zebei looked into the distance, recalling the past, "I remember when I was in the fourth grade, J City had a heavy snowfall. It didn't stop all night, it was ten centimeters thick, and he stepped on it with one foot. I didn’t see any shoes when I went down... Originally, my father and I were helping shovel snow in the community downstairs. Later, my neighbor’s children pulled me to build a snowman together. After my father cleaned the main road, he came over to help us with other uncles and aunts. There were three snowmen, big and small, in a row. They looked very tight, but unfortunately it was a sunny day the next day, and they slowly melted afterwards."

Mu Hanxi teased her ears: "The snowman is gone, but the memory is still in your mind. When you think about it, you are always happy."

Mo Zebei nodded in agreement.

On the way out from the restaurant to the laboratory building, Mo Zebei saw Lu Xing holding snow dumplings from a long distance.

He shouted Mo Zebei loudly, and then a chubby ball flew towards her. Mo Zebei subconsciously turned to the outside, and in an instant, this sturdy blow landed on Mu Hanxi's right arm.

Mu Hanxi was in pain. With a cry, Mo Zebei tilted his head and frowned, "You wait for me to avenge you."

After she finished speaking, she began to bend over to throw a snowball, and Lu Xing took the opportunity to throw a ball in a humble manner: "Student Mo, look at the move!"

"Be careful!" Seeing the situation, Mu Hanxi hurriedly pulled Mo Zebei, Mo Zebei staggered, and in the end he still didn't escape, and received a blow to his calf.

"Mu Hanxi, you also help my team, I will have to smash him in the water for a while..."

"How old are you both..." Mu Hanxi couldn't help but chuckle, "How come you are like a child."

Mo Zebei glanced at Lu Xing on the opposite side: "Quickly, quickly, you help me, he is already preparing bullets/bullets over there."

Affected by her aura, Mu Hanxi unconsciously follows tension, reaching out to catch the snow...

Mo Zebei's hit rate was extremely high, and he was able to hit Lu Xing almost every time. After a while Jiang Yan and Qiu Rui also passed by, Mo Zebei shouted for someone...

Lu Xing kept dodging while grieving and howling, until the preparation bell rang, and the few of them stopped the snowball fight and ran to the classroom quickly.

Although he was late, the discipline of the second class had always been lax. Instead of saying anything, Old Man Zhou helped Mo Zebei pat the small ball on his shoulder.

In the third class of self-study in the evening, Old Man Zhou handed Mo Zebei a note written with a brush, to the effect of letting her go to self-study in the evening, calling some classmates to eat hot pot in his single-bedroom, he had already borrowed the stove, Charcoal, I bought the ingredients.

To say that Mo Zebei and Old Man Zhou's deep friendship between teachers and students originated from a rainy day during their vacation last weekend. The two played a three-game chess match. Although the old man Zhou won in the end, Mo Zebei left him with him after that time. After being deeply impressed, the two of them have become teachers and friends since then.

Mo Zebei readily agreed, and in addition to the people in their dormitory, the cheeky Lu Xing also followed.

Old man Zhou doesn’t know how to cook. The charcoal stove was made with the help of Mr. Tian next door. Among them, only Qiu Rui has cooked at home, and no one else has touched the kitchen. Fortunately, it’s easier to eat hot pot, not that way. trouble.

When the people were all together, they started to work. Teacher Tian was cooking the hot pot base, Jiang Yan and Mu Hanxi were washing vegetables, Qiu Rui was cutting meat, Mo Zebei and Old Man Zhou were playing chess, Lu Xing sat aside and ate melon seeds.

When everything is ready, it's almost ten thirty in the evening.

Seven people sat together, one holding a small bowl, eating food and chatting, the atmosphere was harmonious and lively.

"I want to say that your teacher Zhou is really used to you," Teacher Tian said cheerfully, "I want to give you some hot pot in this cold day."

"My class old man is not used to us," Lu Xing grinned, "He is his little chess friend Mo Zebei, and we are all in the light of Mo Zebei tonight..."

Old man Zhou didn’t blame Lu Xing for not being big or young. He took a sip of old wine and slapped his mouth with beef: “Now it’s cold and windy outside, and it’s freezing in the cold. It’s the days when you eat hot pot. I think that when I was young, I would... "He pinched the cigarette with his fingers, and looked back in the face of the lingering mist...

Qiu Rui listened to God, and at the end she tilted her head and whispered to Jiang Yan: "I used to only know how to study, but now I realize that life can be rich and colorful..."

"Yes, we are not just studying for knowledge," Jiang Yan said in a rare and serious tone, "but to be able to become a wise person. Look at the masters of all ages..."

Because they still have classes for a few tomorrow morning, they left at about 11:30, and in the end, only the old man Zhou and Teacher Tian were still reminiscing about drinking.

The bright moon was shining in the snow, and it was shining everywhere, and on the way back, it was full of laughter and laughter.

"I'm leaving," Lu Xing waved his hand, saying goodbye to them, "see you tomorrow morning."

Mo Zebei grabbed the snow and threw it over, Lu Xing jumped away flexibly and ran away quickly.

After washing up in the evening, the four of them lay on the bed each, the lamp sticks above their heads had been turned off, and the surroundings were quiet in the dark night.

Xu was affected by the remarks made by Old Man Zhou. Jiang Yan was still a little excited. She couldn't sleep well, turned over, and asked, "Hey, what do you all want to do in the future?"

She asked this suddenly, and all three of them were silent for a while, and no one answered.

Jiang Yan kicked the bed board under Qiu Rui: "Rui Rui, you talk first."

Qiu Rui trembled with her kicking action: "You will wait...I'm thinking."

After two or three minutes, Qiu Rui said weakly: "I just thought about it. I don't seem to have much demand for life. I just get admitted to the ideal university, have a stable job, and talk to someone I like. Get married and have children..." At this point, Qiu Rui shyly said, "I want to have two babies, preferably a boy and a girl..."

Jiang Yan chuckled and said, "You're so amazing. You can think of anything as far away as having a baby."

"It's not very far. When we go to university, if we don't go to graduate school, we have to consider these things..."

"Stop, stop, don't go on," Jiang Yan kicked on the quilt, "otherwise your kids will be able to make soy sauce..."

Qiu Rui snorted her and said nothing.

After that, Mu Mojiang and the three people respectively talked about their future plans. Mu Hanxi said that he wanted to study abroad so that he could engage in challenging translation work after graduation. Mo Zebei hopes that he can continue his studies in the field he likes. Doing academic research, Jiang Yan plans to enter the military academy and become an outstanding female soldier in the future...

"Oh, compared with you, I seem to be a layman," Qiu Rui whispered while she was disappointed.

Mu Hanxi smiled upon hearing this: "We are all the same Ruirui."

the same? Qiu Rui turned to his side and asked curiously: "Na Hanxi, let me ask you, what kind of boy do you like?"

Mo Zebei unconsciously held his breath and raised his ears...

Mu Hanxi was stunned for two seconds, and then embarrassed: "I didn't think about this problem before..."

"Then what do you think about it now..." Qiu Rui's voice was soft, "I really want to know." Jiang Yan took the opportunity and followed the gossip...

Mu Hanxi couldn't bear the grind of the two of them, and seriously thought about it: "It should be...tall, humorous, good personality, warm-hearted and considerate..."

Mo Zebei remained silent for the rest of the night talk. During the period, Jiang Yan called her a few times. She did not agree, and other people thought she was asleep.

Early the next morning, they all stayed in bed for a while. After breakfast, a few people stepped on the classroom that they clicked into.

Because I slept late yesterday, and after the morning reading class, several people all slept on their seats with their arms folded.

"Mu Hanxi, this is your class's English homework. I took it back for you." Xing Ke, the representative of the English class next door, patted Mu Hanxi's left shoulder lightly.

Mo Zebei raised his head, looked at Xing Ke, touched his cup and drank.

After running the inter-class exercises, Mo Zebei took Jiang Yan aside.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yan covered his mouth and yawned.

"Is Xing Ke originally from your class?"

Jiang Yan said: "He is the class grass in our class, and he is not only handsome, but also has good grades, so there are many other girls in our class who are secretly in love with him."

Mo Zebei pursed his lips and said nothing.

Jiang Yan glanced at him and saw Xing Ke who was talking to Mu Hanxi: "Don't tell me, these two look pretty good together..." She stared at the backs of the two of them and touched their chins. , I suddenly realized, "I feel that the ideal type Mu Hanxi said last night was based on what Xing Ke said..."

Mo Zebei paused, frowning involuntarily.

At noon on weekdays, the intensive class was put on a half-day holiday. Mo Zebei was a little upset, did not go home, and went directly to the tennis hall with Lu Xing to play.

The two of them fought a battle in the tennis hall for an afternoon, finally panting heavily, lying on the court with diplegia, their chests undulating violently, and big beads of sweat slowly rolled down from their foreheads.

After a short rest, Lu Xing supported his exhausted body and took out two bottles of mineral water from his schoolbag.

Mo Zebei sat up and drank a whole bottle of mineral water.

"Where are you going?" Lu Xing asked when she saw her clutching her schoolbag to leave.

"Go home and change clothes."

Mo Zebei was half late for self-study late.

"Why did you come back so late?" After she sat down, Mu Hanxi asked in a low voice.

"Something has been delayed." Mo Zebei didn't explain much. When it was time to rest between classes, she felt sleepy, so she slept at the table for a while.

The class bell rang, but she was still asleep.

Mu Hanxi gently touched the back of her head to remind her to cheer up.

Mo Zebei rubbed his face vigorously, tried to make himself sober, and supported two classes.

After the third night of self-study, she packed up her schoolbags and left. Mu Hanxi and Jiang Yan were still in the classroom.

When she was sleeping in a daze, she felt that someone had entered her bed, and then there was a clear fragrance, which was very familiar, it should be the smell of Mu Hanxi.

The lights in the dormitory have been turned off, and now I don’t know what time it is...

Her consciousness gradually blurred, and then she fell asleep again... But the obsession in her heart was too strong, so she finally asked what she was thinking in the form of a dream.

"Xing Ke...isn't it...the ideal type you like?"

Because it was midnight, and she spoke too quietly and intermittently, so Mu Hanxi did not hear clearly...

Mu Hanxi was puzzled, and he leaned in to listen to it again, but after waiting for a long time, this person didn't say anything...

I don't know how long it took, Mo Zebei murmured a similar sentence again, but it's a pity that Mu Hanxi has fallen asleep at this time...