Teacher for a day

Chapter 39 The Weekend
In Chen Changyan's class, there was a girl named Li Siqian.

The person looks very beautiful.

No worse than Su Xiaoyin from Class 8 (Grade [-]).

She is very concerned about time travel, and after class, she would often pull him to ask questions, and if there was any news about time travelers on the Internet, she would immediately forward it to him.

Once, after evening self-study, the two of them had a serious discussion about how many episodes Li Siqian could survive in a Gongdou drama.

However, yesterday morning, a time traveler appeared in their school. After that, classes were suspended, and other time travelers were exposed one after another, but Li Siqian didn't react at all?
This unscientific.

Chen Changyan thought for a while. Anyway, he was lying on the bed in the morning and didn't want to move. Let's ask.

He first randomly found a popular Weibo search and sent it to Li Siqian.

The writing is probably about a traveler who traveled from the ocean civilization, introducing the social structure, technological level, etc. of their deep-sea races...

Li Siqian's grades are good, and her parents don't care much about her mobile phone. When she receives his messages, she usually responds in seconds. However, after waiting for 10 minutes today, her reply has not come yet.

Chen Changyan faintly felt that something was wrong.

The school was temporarily closed yesterday, and she should be doing her homework at home now... Was it too late to read Weibo yesterday?Still not up yet?

Also, it is rare for high school sophomores to sleep late.

The second graders of Boxue Middle School only have a half-day off on Sunday afternoon, so they usually get up early every day.

He was thinking about something when Xiao Mo came in with a bowl of noodles in clear soup: "Eat something first."

Saying that, Xiao Mo first put the bowl aside, went to her room, brought her pink flowery pillow, put it on top of Chen Changyan's pillow, and helped him up to a similar position.

Then, she picked up the towel, wiped the sweat off his head, began to blow a mouthful of noodles, and fed him a mouthful...

"..." Chen Changyan was actually able to carry a bowl and hold chopsticks.

Not to not to be.

Well, that's what I said in my heart... But I opened my mouth honestly, and ate it in one gulp.

The noodle soup, which was blown at just the right temperature, fell into the stomach and slid from the throat to the stomach, all the way warm.

Xiao Mo took another sip of the soup and fed it to him.

Chen Changyan just ate the noodles and half of the soup in one mouthful, and he was embarrassed when he ate it: "Okay, there is not much left, I can handle it. You should eat it yourself quickly, or the pot will be cold. "

"Then, the bowl is a bit heavy, so be careful." Xiao Mo touched the bowl, and it was no longer so hot, even the bowl and chopsticks were handed over to Chen Changyan.

After a while, Xiao Mo came over with a small bowl and sat beside him to eat.

Chen Changyan said while eating, "I didn't know you could cook noodles before."

Xiao Mo glanced at him like an idiot: "Throw in the water and wait for it to boil, throw in the noodles and wait for it to be cooked... How stupid must a person be to not even know how to do this?"

"..." A young master was hit.

According to Mr. Xie, today should be regarded as the second day after entering the Era of Travelers, and the wind outside is very noisy.

And he can still lie on the bed like this, eating a bowl of clear noodle soup quietly, already very happy.

When I sent it to Li Siqian on Weibo just now, he also glanced at the news on the other side of the world. He had already opened a special session for buying time travelers for zero yuan. It was simply... the picture was too beautiful to look at.

Relatively speaking, the traversers on their side are still relatively cautious in the face of this large-scale travel outbreak.

Of course, there are also violent incidents, and there are still many, but most of them still choose to make a fortune in silence.

More than half of the traversers, it should not be a day or two since they came to this world... For example, Xiaomo is already a five-year-old senior boss.

After the noodles were finished, Xiao Mo took the bowl and went out to wash.

Chen Changyan glanced at the mobile phone beside him again.

There was still no reply from Li Siqian.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as Chen Changyan arrived at school, he saw Xie Kuyan, who had a duality of language and sports, standing at the door with three boxes in his arms.

Although Zhang Jianqi didn't die in the school, the school was still responsible for making arrangements for his parents.

Now, the two elders are living in a hotel next to the school.

The conditions can't be said to be top-notch, but they are definitely not bad. Generally, their school receives leaders from other provinces, which is this hotel.

They walked all the way, and Chen Changyan felt that the excitement on Weibo might all come from the deserted streets.

There were obviously fewer pedestrians on the road than usual on weekends. Everyone walked faster, and their expressions on the road were more nervous than usual.

But that's all.

No destructive scenes were seen.

Therefore, there are still a majority of traversers with normal brains.

When Chen Changyan and Xie Kuyan knocked on the door, the female teacher who had given him the fruit plate just came out wiping her tears.

It seems that there are not only the two of them who want to visit the two elders.

Zhang Jianqi's father is a tall and thin old man who wears almost the same type of glasses as Zhang Jianqi. He is nearly sixty years old and wears a clean white shirt.

His mother is also in her 50s, but she is still well-proportioned, with wavy hair like the one from the last century, and she is wearing a black cheongsam.

Xie Kuyan moved all three boxes in by himself.

It's not that a certain young master doesn't want to help, it's just that he didn't find an opportunity.

"Hi, we are colleagues of Teacher Zhang." Xie Kuyan put the box aside and held Teacher Zhang's mother's hand tightly.

"Oh, good, good. Sit down... The leader said that colleagues will go to the memorial service tomorrow afternoon, why are you here today?" The old man poured them tea.

"We're not worried about your health, let's take a look at you first." Xie Kuyan replied.

"Oh...you must be what Jianqi often said, Chen Changyan, Mr. Chen, right? Well, you look really good and strong, not like our Jianqi." The old man said.

Chen Changyan: "..."

Xie Kuyan: "..."

It's embarrassing, I tell you to steal the show.

After clarifying the misunderstanding, Mr. Zhang's belongings were opened box by box.

The two old men caressed each item and burst into tears again.

In Chen Changyan's spiritual consciousness, the books of Qingnian resonated slightly.

He let out a trace of genuine energy to comfort him gently.

He still can't recall the book of Qingnian, otherwise, this is the relic that the old man should see the most. It is the best proof that Teacher Zhang is full of poems and books, and has a clean body.

And just as he comforted Qing Nian Zhishu, he came back to his senses...and saw Xie Kuyan's face with more tears than the two old people.

"..." Chen Changyan looked at his friend's parents, holding a piece of relic in their hands, in pain over and over again, and felt equally uncomfortable in his heart.

But men have learned not to flick when they cry, right?

This teacher Xie is genuine.

……

The two elderly people both read the news, but they didn't think of Teacher Zhang's death and what it had to do with the time traveler. Of course, Chen Changyan didn't mention it either.

But he felt that one day, the two elders would know that Mr. Zhang did not do evil when he had the choice and the ability to do evil.

He knew that as a blood servant, he would die if his master died, but he still chose to die with the vampire.

Before leaving, Chen Changyan asked for the addresses of the two elders' homes.

Go back and help them send the relics by express.

"In the future, there will be more and more people like Teacher Zhang." Xie Kuyan obviously knew something, and told Chen Changyan as soon as he came out.

Chen Changyan shook his head: "But people like him should survive."

The book of Qing Nian was floating in his consciousness, with a clean body, still in the world.

The two parted at the intersection. Chen Changyan had just crossed the road, and before he entered the community, he heard WeChat chattering wildly.

Usually, this kind of continuous noise is caused by being pulled into a certain group suddenly, and then, there are people talking non-stop in that group, and one message is faster than one...

Sure enough, Chen Changyan took out his spare phone and took a look. He entered a group called "School dimple like flowers", and there were only a few girls in it.

Three of them are his students, Xia Qingqing from Class [-], Li Siqian from Class [-], and Su Xiaoyin from Class [-].

He didn't know the remaining four. Their names were Jiang Zhixue from the second class, Wang Nuan from the third class, Gu Pan from the sixth class, and Sun Jiabao from the seventh class.

Chen Changyan raised his eyelids again, glanced at the first and last letter of the group name, and guessed what kind of group it might be.

I just don't know why I didn't play with Class Five.

As soon as he came in, Su Xiaoyin said: "Mr. Chen, something happened to Li Siqian. Her matter is more complicated. She would not tell others even if she was killed, and we dare not discuss it with others... She usually trusts you the most, you Gotta come up with an idea."

"?" Chen Changyan was a little confused by the nonsensical words of the eighth class.

"She has transmigrated. And tonight, she will give a blood to some kind of sect, and she will become Mrs. Yazhai!" The girl named Gu Pan, who was still a class flower in Class [-], said it bluntly.

"Why don't Li Siqian say it herself?" Chen Changyan suddenly felt that there was too much information all of a sudden, and he couldn't understand it either.

(End of this chapter)