"I am still underage"

  In January, the school started the first mock exam, which was also used as the semester final exam. This is the most anticipated and worrying exam for third-year high school students. The former is a test that, although it requires supplementary lessons after completion, still has a vacation period afterwards, and Chinese New Year is approaching soon. The latter is naturally getting closer to the time when "one exam determines one's fate".

  Today is the last one, Zhao Shuiguan felt a little dizzy when he got up in the morning, and his mother said she was hypoglycemic and urged him to eat breakfast quickly.

  Before I knew it, I was already in school. The seats in the exam room were arranged according to our usual grades. Zhao Shuiguan, Chen Siyang and Mi Ni were all in this class. Gao Xun was in a class downstairs, but he ran up to chat with me, actually looking for Zhao Shuiguan's name tag.

  "Which ward are you from today?" Gao Xun asked loudly from a distance.

  The whole class burst out laughing, Gao Xun thought for a moment and blushed, she said: "This monitor is not that kind of monitor, look at your complicated minds."

  Zhao Shuiguan didn't have the energy to laugh, and Mini saw that she wasn't as lively as usual, so she asked her what was wrong. Zhao Shuiguan lazily leaned on the table, just about to say that her stomach hurt, when the bell rang.

  Zhao Shuiguang had no choice but to arrange his pen bag, everyone was guessing who would be the invigilator for the last exam, and after a while, Tan Shumeng took the papers and walked in.

  Zhao Shuiguang thought this exam was doomed to fail.

  The last one to appear was indeed the most impressive, Tan Shu Mo wore a graphite-colored cashmere sweater with a high collar, which made his eyebrows and eyes even more handsome. A group of girls had been whispering among themselves since he came in, Zhao Shui Guang thought that this was still the first test site, alas, how could good students be so infatuated?

  "Put your schoolbags in front." The whole class fell silent and immediately took action.

  Zhao Shuiguang was really out of energy and nodded at Chen Siyang in front of her, hinting for him to help carry her school bag.

  "Please have the classmates who received the handouts keep them face down, and I'll let you know when to start." After that, the handouts were distributed one desk at a time.

  Zhao Shuiguang saw for the first time a teacher who attached such importance to fairness, and everyone in the class couldn't help but feel a sense of respect. However, they didn't know that Tan Shumeng's habit was naturally formed after staying abroad for a long time.

  "Has everyone received their papers? Alright, begin the exam." Just like a starting gun had been fired, the whole class rustled to life and turned over their papers to start answering.

  The classroom was extremely quiet, with only the sound of pens scratching against paper. The students in this class were all among the top 40 in their grade and had always been competing fiercely with one another to advance by one or two places.

  At this time, there was only one person who was sweating profusely and desperately trying to focus. That person was Zhao Shuiguan.

  Zhao Shuiguan was extremely panicked in her heart. Everyone else was immersed in their papers, but she had a stomachache and felt dizzy. She wasn't in the right state of mind, and she thought about saying she couldn't take the test anymore. But then she thought that it was just her nerves causing the stomachache, and she couldn't bear to do something so humiliating. Moreover, today was the day for the ink brush monitor exam, and she couldn't afford to make another mistake.

  Tan Shu Mo stood by the window, after a while he walked around the classroom, Zhao Shui Guang saw him approaching and tensed up, straightened his body, and used his arm to cover the unfinished questions. Tan Shu Mo just walked past her desk, Zhao Shui Guang usually didn't care about the proctor standing nearby, but today she was really on guard.

  Tan Shu Mo finished the exam and left the examination room, which surprised everyone in the class. However, they quickly continued to answer questions. Soon Tan Shu Mo came back and stood by the front window again, occasionally glancing at his phone.

  After a while, the principal came over in a flurry, talking to Teacher Mo and leaving the classroom. The whole class was a bit stirred up, their conversation unclear, vaguely knowing that something was wrong, uncomfortable, being monitored. The principal came in, slapped the desk and said: "Quiet, continue with the exam."

  Tan Shu Mo came in through the back door and walked to Zhao Shui Guang's desk, slightly bowing his body and asking in a low voice: "Can you stand up?" He stretched out his hand.

  Zhao Shuiguan nodded, his right hand pressing against his stomach, his left hand grasping his hand as he slowly stood up, not daring to look at Tan Shumeng's face, not daring to look at the faces of the whole class, losing face and losing big.

  Tan Shu Mo supported her to the rest room and sat down, where medical teachers were already waiting. They took Zhao Shui Guang's temperature, which was high with a fever, and asked her what didn't feel comfortable. Zhao Shui Guang said her stomach hurt, so the teacher said: "It's possible that we need to go to the hospital for an examination and get an IV drip."

  Zhao Shuiguang thought it was impossible, a year without getting sick, and his whole life would be like this.

  "Should I go back and take the exam or go to the hospital?" Zhao Shuiguan heard the voice and looked up, seeing Tan Shumeng standing two steps away from the door, looking at her.

  Before, everything she did was because adults told her what should and shouldn't be done. Looking into Tan Shu's eyes, for the first time, she felt that even in such an urgent situation, she was being treated as an adult, and her heart was suddenly shaken by a sense of respect.

  Zhao Shuiguang thought that even if she went back, she couldn't concentrate anymore. She wasn't a long-distance runner, and taking a pain reliever to continue wouldn't work for her either. She didn't care about saving face. She looked at Tan Shumeng and said softly, "Teacher Tan, I think I'll go home and rest."

  The teacher said: "I think it's appendicitis, going home is useless, go to the hospital."

  Tan Shu Mo said: "I'll take her to the hospital." He walked over and supported Zhao Shui Guang, who was speechless. Can't we choose again?

  The teacher said: "No need for you to go, I'll just find someone to deliver it."

  "It's nothing, she is my student."

  Zhao Shuiguan is already confused and disoriented, just let them be.

  She felt a pair of hands gently lifting her up, and a voice said to her: "Get on." She then dazedly climbed onto the warm back, swaying back and forth, and soon she was completely asleep.

  She came to again on a long bench in the hospital corridor, she opened her eyes and found that the passing nurses were looking at her with infinitely caring eyes, wondering what was going on, turned her head and saw Tan Shu Mo's handsome face, no wonder, no wonder.

  Tan Shu Mo turned around, and Zhao Shui Guang was looking at him for the third time with such a close distance. Even when he was sick, he still thought this man was so handsome that it was deadly. On the sacred white corridor, he smiled slightly and said to Zhao Shui Guang: "Wait, I'll give you an IV drip." Boom, an arrow pierced his soul.

  The infusion room was crowded, Tan Shu Mo's tall and straight figure held the infusion bottle, leading Zhao Shui Guang to the seat, looking at the dirty chair, Tan Shu Mo frowned, without saying a word, he spread his coat on the seat, Zhao Shui Guang looked at the DKNY label, feeling heartbroken, but since everyone was seated, he still sat down, leaving his butt print on it.

  Listening to the noise, Zhao Shuiguan fell asleep again in a daze.

  Before long, she woke up to find herself leaning against Tan Shu Mo's body. The sweater under her face was very warm. Zhao Shui Guang felt embarrassed and fortunately, Tan Shu Mo was wearing a high-necked sweater.

  Tan Shu-mo was sitting next to him reading a newspaper, with Zhao Shui-guang's drip controller on his lap.

  Zhao Shuiguan's angle, just saw his hand holding the newspaper, slender fingers, rounded fingernails, sensual knuckles, and suddenly he was enchanted. This hand had just forcefully helped her out of the examination room a few hours ago, a few days ago it had carried her greasy egg tart, a few months ago it had handed her a paper towel to wipe her mouth, and even earlier they had met in "Su".

  Zhao Shuiguang found it a bit strange, thinking that this talk about ink and books was different for himself. But for a man like him, who had come all the way with smooth sailing, what kind of grandeur hadn't he seen? How could he possibly take it to heart? It's impossible.

  Don't look at Zhao Shuiguan's age, usually not calculating with people and things, peers think it's very lively and easy to get along. In fact, what is in her heart is all transparent, she understands what kind of life she wants, the road she should take, she is willing to change herself to adapt to others, compromise on life, just to grow up early, no longer be a helpless child, no longer... say goodbye to the people she loves.

  But this was beyond her age and mental capacity, she was very confused about him, he was her teacher, and she couldn't just ignore him, besides Zhao Shuiguan also trusted his intuition, since nothing could be hidden in front of Tan Shumeng, then nothing should be hidden, let's break the jar.

  In the crowded infusion room, in a narrow space filled with medicinal smells,

  She softly called out: "Teacher Tan"

  He put down the newspaper and nodded.

  She said: "I am your student." In the noisy environment, she only heard the sound of dripping water.

  He didn't say anything, his shoulders moved slightly, and he picked up the newspaper.

  She said: "I have someone I like."

  The shoulders under the sleeves were still moving.

  She panicked and said: "I'm still a minor."

  The person next to her burst out laughing, then put down the newspaper on one side, stretched out his hand and patted her head, saying: "Alright, sleep."

  The nurse in front turned her head, lowered her eyes and glanced at the elegant man sitting in the corner, only to find that he was smiling as he looked at the girl leaning against him. The girl had her eyes tightly closed, and her soft hair seemed to cover her rosy face.

  After a while, Zhao Shuiguan's mother arrived at the hospital and repeatedly thanked Tan Shumeng. She patted Zhao Shuiguan on the head and said: "What is this child doing? Hurry up and thank the teacher."

  Zhao Shuiguang lowered his head and said: "Thank you, Teacher Tan."

  He spoke in a calm and composed tone, saying: "Don't be polite, go home and rest well." Then he drove away.

  Mrs. Zhao sat in the taxi and said, "You guys talk about how young Teacher is, and how good-looking he is, so why did he end up teaching at your school?" Zhao Shuiguan didn't say anything, closed his eyes, leaned back against the seat, and fell asleep.

  When the gentle breeze in the afternoon blows through the window frame, making the newspaper rustle, when the warm winter sun shines softly on my face, who can come and tell me, is that... love?