What if you were my student?

  In high school, teachers would say that once you get into college, there's plenty of time to enjoy yourself. Every time Zhao Shuiguang thinks about this sentence, he just wants to say one thing: You're a liar.

  College is just another experience in life, the coursework is much easier, but it has shifted to living. Zhao Shuiguan daydreams about his home's washing machine every time he does laundry. Every other day, Xu Ying makes him use all his might to squeeze out his jeans. In a dormitory, there is always one diligent person and one lazy person. Xu Ying belongs to the former, she hand-washes her jeans every week. Zhao Shuiguan belongs to the latter, he can't take it anymore, stuffs all dirty clothes into bags, and brings them home to his washing machine.

  The school's cafeteria food can't compare to Zhao Mama's cooking, the key is that there's no oil or water, Zhao Shui Guang and her dormitory live on the 5th floor, she rushes in every day with an empty stomach, eats and then goes back, climbing five floors, panting, sits down on a stool, it's like she hasn't eaten at all, all energy consumed.

  Zhao's mom also found it strange that every time this kid came home, he would be like a locust, the washing machine at home would not stop running, all the good food would be swept away, and after eating, he would pack some up and say he was taking them back to his dorm. Before leaving, he would make another round of the house, moving all the snacks and milk away.

  Being a mother is also bitter and hard, fortunately didn't let this child run far away.

  Zhao Shuiguan's abacus in her heart is also deeply calculated, she said: "Girls who don't have their mothers by their side to drink the soup cooked by their mothers will grow old faster."

  Mrs. Zhao didn't know what to say, and was forced into a wry smile by her own careful consideration, saying that she was mature wasn't right, saying that she thought too little also wasn't right, but as a mother it still felt good to be needed by her children.

  In the dormitory, four girls quickly became close friends. There was one thing that Zhao Shuiguan felt was very unfair: everyone spoke in their hometown dialects, but to her, it sounded like bird language. She thought to herself, "We're all Chinese, why can't I understand?" But whenever she spoke in Nanjing dialect, everyone else could understand her, and all the secrets were revealed. She said, "Our Nanjing dialect is really easy to understand." Even Yangyang asked Zhao Shuiguan to teach her how to speak Nanjing dialect, asking, "Do I sound like a native?" Zhao Shuiguan replied, "You do, you sound just like someone from the countryside."

  Yang Yang laughed and said: "Really, where is Su Jiacang?" Zhao Shuiguan murmured: "The terminal of bus No. 3, the Brain Hospital."

  Yang Yang immediately checked and found it was a mental hospital, an old fist sent out.

  Many years later, Zhao Shuiguan was on a train passing through Wuxi Station. Two people from Wuxi came to sit behind her and suddenly she found that she could make out seven or eight tenths of their conversation. She thought it was strange and wondered if she was a language genius. Suddenly, she thought of Peng Xiaoxiao's accent and had an epiphany.

  Some things are just like this, I don't know if in the end you changed me or I changed you.

  Dear friends, those years make me miss forever.

  Standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, Zhao Shuiguan and others looked at the three-layered encirclement outside the window. Even though school had started for more than a week, they really couldn't bear it. Their stomachs had been empty for several rounds, and there were still classes in the afternoon, so they could only grit their teeth and charge forward.

  Rushing halfway, she found that only she and Xu Ying were left, surrounded by mostly boys, like the legend of a fierce wolf, their eyes shining brightly. Zhao Shui Guang was very impressed, following Xu Ying to cut out a "bloody path".

  Rushed to the window, saw Master Fu's swinging spoon, that was exciting. Xu Ying was about to speak when she was interrupted by a boy who shouted: "Two big rows, green vegetable noodles..."

  Xu Ying is also a straightforward person, who would have thought she'd be like this? Plus, she can't stand hunger and has a bad temper: "What's wrong with this person, do they even know how to line up? Do they have any quality?"

  The man was also merciless and said: "What did you say? Say it again."

  Zhao Shuiguan took a closer look, although she thought the boy was worthless and had mentally beaten him up hundreds of times. She still looked carefully, pulling at Xu Ying to signal her not to say anything more. After all, they had only just entered school for a few days. This person had been talked about but didn't change his expression, one look and you could tell he wasn't a freshman. Plus, it was currently peak dining hours, with too many people around.

  Xu Ying's face turned red, but she couldn't back down, so the two of them just stood there awkwardly.

  "Just then, someone said: 'Alright, let the boys give way, after all, ladies first.'"

  A tall boy stood up and dragged the boy away, turning back to give them an embarrassed smile, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking very silly.

  That's how it ended up.

  Zhao Shuiguang took the plate and walked with Xu Ying to their seats, teasing her by saying: "Don't be angry, boys eat so much, they'll eventually eat themselves fat."

  Xu Ying smiled and the dark clouds dispersed.

  Later, Peng Xiao and Yang Yang also finished their meal. As Yang Yang was putting down the plate, he said: "The chef who serves rice in this school must have Parkinson's disease. He scoops a spoonful and shakes it, then scoops again and shakes again. Alas, all the rice has been shaken out."

  Everyone looked at the small ball of rice in her bowl and burst out laughing.

  At this age, girls don't have so many good things to worry about.

  After eating half of it, Yang said: "Let's go listen to the elective course this afternoon."

  Peng Xiaoxiao held a vegetable and said: "Haven't we started choosing yet?"

  Yang said: "Who says we're going to choose, we're going to see that teacher, I heard our department has newly invited a handsome teacher who is also a master's graduate from a famous university in the UK!"

  Xu Ying was drinking soup with her head down, and then she looked up and said: "Really, really, I also heard from next door that the elective course seems to be chosen by the sophomores first, it's full."

  Zhao Shuiguang was picking out the carrots she disliked the most, and upon hearing this, she shivered in the noisy cafeteria, paused her actions, lifted her head and said: "Even if you go, you won't be selected, don't go."

  I think Tang Shu should have returned a few days ago. How could she so quickly go and become her student again? Absolutely not going to do this.

  Yang said, "Okay, let's go and take a look together."

  Peng Xiaoxiao also nodded directly, Xu Ying took a spoon and tapped the edge of Zhao Shuiguan's plate, saying: "Don't bother with her, we're going and she'll definitely go too."

  Zhao Shuiguang gritted her teeth and thought, how did Xu Yin understand her so well? Over the past few days, the four of them had been inseparable, going everywhere together like conjoined twins. It was incredibly refreshing.

  Yes, she is impossible not to go.

  When Zhao Shuiguan walked into the classroom with her laptop from the back door, looking at so many people in the tiered classroom, to be precise, so many girls, she began to feel that today might be unlucky. When Yang Yang's desk was covered with a large piece of toilet paper, picked it up and said: "In this day and age, there are still people who use toilet paper to occupy seats." Without hesitation, threw it away and pulled them down to sit, Zhao Shuiguan felt that today was going to be unlucky. When she saw Teacher Tan Shumeng walking in from the door, hearing so many whispers around her, she knew that today was doomed to be unlucky.

  He placed the book on the lectern, and leaned against it, wearing a white English-style diamond-patterned fine-knit sweater with a slightly exposed light blue fine-striped shirt collar underneath, paired with dark grey velvet pants and pointed-toe leather shoes. The simple yet elegant combination exuded an air of luxury due to the high-quality materials and classic brand, but what was surprising was that this person could always manage to make the rigorous academic style look subtly sensual.

  Zhao Shuiguang This is the first time she has seen Tan Shumeng since school started, and although she had already witnessed Tan Shumeng's omnipresent tension, today she was still infatuated with him. She sat in the crowd, filled with joy, watching his every move.

  He didn't care about the mess on the ground, and instead took out a piece of paper with a list on it in his left hand, while rummaging through his pocket with his right. He leaned against something, but still looked up to see Zhao Shui Guang's calm eyes widen slightly in surprise, looking at himself who had clearly tried to shrink into the window.

  In Zhao Shuiguan's eyes, she was unwilling to expose her relationship with Tan Shumeng. Firstly, Zhao Shuiguan always felt that their relationship was not yet stable. Secondly, she didn't want to spend her university life under the name of "Tan Shumeng's girlfriend". Tan Shumeng had his own life, and Zhao Shuiguan also had her own life. Zhao Shuiguan thought this was good.

  It doesn't matter if the relationship is exposed, Tan Shu Mo can't do anything more for her even if he wants to. Life will still go on as usual, so just let it be. Besides, this is the first time in his life that Tan Shu Mo has felt disliked by someone, and he's both angry and amused. This kid really thinks that if she doesn't say anything, no one will find out?

  "The majority of the course material comes from the textbook, and I'll supplement it. If you don't want to listen, you don't have to come. The exam questions are for you to guess yourself. You're welcome to audit, but please keep quiet. Of course, I know university classrooms are rarely quiet."

  A good mood lifts up the corners of the mouth, with a burst of laughter below.

  He said seriously, "I don't like roll calls, although your school has requirements. Today's roll call is just to get familiar with each other, no need to be nervous, and this will also be the last roll call. If I mispronounce anyone's name, please correct me." Then he started calling out names one by one, but rarely made mistakes.

  He really didn't take a pen to tick off names, when others said "arrived", he would look at you with clear eyes.

  Zhao Shuiguang is a teacher who has received overseas education and has a habit of talking about books and ink, so everyone realizes that this teacher is not just handsome.

  He read it all the way to the end, then picked up his pen and wrote something down. Zhao Shuiguan was extremely meticulous and was still pondering what he was doing when that person looked up and said: "Zhao Shuiguan".

  Zhao Shuiguang immediately raised his hand and said "Here".

  He turned around with the book and put the single on the lectern, his back was already smiling when he turned around, did she think he didn't see? Shrinking nervously in the corner.

  He talked about books and ink, but didn't see her Zhao Shui Guang, he's not blind!

  The last line of the list had a handwritten note: "Guo Mao Yi Ban, Zhao Shui Guang"

  Zhao Shuiguang put down his hand, only to feel that something was off. This wasn't high school anymore, and besides, she hadn't even registered for this course. He turned around to find Yangyang's angry gaze: "Zhao Shuiguang, you've already taken the course, yet you say you didn't choose it!"

  Zhao Shuiguang thought that no matter how he explained, no one would believe him. He looked at Tan Shumeng, who was lecturing with a calm and composed expression, and felt endless resentment in his heart. This person is too black-hearted!!

  Zhao Shuiguang could only say: "I don't know either, I really didn't fill it out, maybe the school system made a mistake."

  Xu Ying thought about it and said: "Maybe Zhao Shui Guang wouldn't do such a thing either."

  Peng Xiaoxiao said in a soft voice: "This teacher Tang wants to be included in my top 8 handsome guys list, if it were up to me, I'd squeeze my way in even if it kills me, Xiao Guang, don't blame you."

  Don't look at Peng Xiaoxiao's gentle and reserved demeanor, every night before going to sleep, she would think about her eight favorite handsome guys, such as Gu Tianle, Lin Feng, Huo Jianhua, Bao Jianfeng, etc., now there is an additional one, Tan Shumeng.

  Yang Yang grasped Zhao Shui Guang's hand from below, with a somewhat heroic posture, saying: "Xiao Guang, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to class every time from now on!"

  Zhao Shuiguang looked at the group of vicious women with a helpless gaze, then glanced at Tan Shumeng on stage, who was full of energy and spirit.

  Next class, Zhao Shuiguan suddenly grabbed his book and followed Tan Shumeng for a long time. Tan Shumeng had his hands in his pockets, but he turned back to smile and said: "Zhao Shuiguan, remember to come to class."

  Zhao Shuiguang saw that person's enchanting smile, turned around, and found that everyone in the dormitory had arrived for class on time.

  It's been a few months since school started, and the teachers' offices are shared by two people each. The room that Tan Shu-mo is in just so happens to have the other teacher on vacation, turning it into an independent office. Zhao Shui-guang also starts running to Tan Shu-mo's office.

  The professor of the school is usually not in the office, especially for business administration, which one has no part-time job, talking about books and ink is also true, helping several companies to do financing consulting, and doctoral thesis is being written. However, this afternoon he was in the office.

  Zhao Shuiguang had also thought about what it would be like to date someone like Tan Xiangxiang, but in reality, for most of the time, they were just physically together, each doing their own thing.

  On such an afternoon, Tan Shu-mo, wearing glasses, sat at his desk, looking at the academic papers that had just been faxed from the United States. Zhao Shui-guang was squatting on the floor by the corner of his desk, browsing the internet with his laptop on his knees.

  The warm breeze in the afternoon, mixed with the ancient autumn osmanthus trees in the campus, brought a sense of tranquility, and the pure white floor curtains were blown to "swish" over the floor, everything became distant and peaceful.

  Zhao Shuiguang was a bit drowsy, and Tan Shumeng happened to catch a glimpse of her fluffy head about to nod off, letting out a rich laugh, Zhao Shuiguang suddenly woke up with a start.

  Look up to see his eyes full of smile, scratching his head, suddenly found that he was free, excitedly and talked to him: "Teacher Tan, you're famous, look, your photos are posted on the school website."

  Tan Shu Mo lightly scanned the page and indeed found a few photos of him, all taken during class with his profile and slightly furrowed brow, definitely posted by students.

  He had always been indifferent to these things. After growing up, if it was not necessary, he rarely took photos. In this case, he couldn't say anything. He continued reading his paper.

  After glancing at a few lines, he turned his head and found that the child was still looking at these few photos. He was slightly annoyed, while others didn't care, but she had been sitting there watching for half a day.

  Zhao Shuiguang looked up, smiled at him, and revealed two faint dimples. She flipped through the previous page and said: "This one is not good, your nose is even more prominent than this!" She then flipped through the next page, pointed to one of them very seriously and said: "This one is the best."

  He smiled wryly. This child, with the person right in front of him, could still be so carefree and open, but he himself was not bothered, yet she was very persistent.

  He lost his pen and sat down beside her, watching with her. Well, actually he thought they were all the same, just one person.

  She then opened a bunch of colorful blog photos for him and pointed at one asking: "Is this girl pretty?"

  He looked back, his eyes wide open, his face small, and his hands still in a V shape. He shook his head, he was long past the age of liking cute things.

  She frowned and said: "I think it looks good, Yangyang is right, boys and girls have different tastes"

  She didn't give up and found another one to ask him, but he still shook his head, the makeup was too thick.

  She continued to look for him, insisting on finding his type, and he patiently shook his head.

  Zhao Shuiguang said in defeat: "Then what kind of (girl) do you like? You point her out yourself."

  He glanced at them, so many photos, how could he possibly like them just by looking at the photos, they all look the same, looking at photos is too unreliable, it's really a child's mindset.

  He closed his laptop, propped himself up with his hands behind him, and said with a raised head: "Zhao Shuiguan, I won't judge a person by their appearance. Just like you, even if you change your looks in the future, you'll still be you, your personality, habits will still be there, and I'll still like the Zhao Shuiguan who loves books."

  Zhao Shuiguan was at a loss for words, and saw the man turn his head to smile at her, with a radiant smile like a sunlit tree.

  Tan Shu Mo looked at her slightly open mouth and stunned expression, took off his glasses, pressed the bridge of his nose, and smiled: "You wouldn't think I don't need to take a bath or use the toilet, would you?"

  Zhao Shuiguan thought he could just take a bath and forget about it, and going to the toilet was enough.

  Tan Shu Mo sighed, looking at her empty eyes and knowing she was up to no good. He stretched out his right hand, stroking her soft and fluffy hair, and gently pressed his lips against hers, their mouths entwining...

  That day, a sultry breeze lifted the corner of the curtains, and the afternoon sun sneaked in, seeing the lovers embracing under the bright polished office desk, accidentally intoxicating the whole room with sunlight.