my sister is bismarck

Her long black and beautiful hair was tied into a high ponytail by a white bowknot, her delicate and meticulous face was soft, and her yellow eyes were fixed on the pigeons around her.

The white military uniform on his body fits perfectly, his slender legs are wrapped in black silk, and he wears round-toed leather shoes.

The samurai sword lying quietly in the scabbard was quietly leaning against the bench.

The feed spilled from between her fingers, and was constantly scrambled by white pigeons with flapping wings.

Z46 has an impression of this woman.

She still remembered that when she was walking behind Mr. Manjiu towards the direction marked by the street sign, this woman stood under the street sign with a cold face.

Withdrawing his eyes from looking at the ship girl, Z46 looked at Zhou Ming, who had been staring at the ship girl, and fell into thinking: "Could it be that Mr. Manjiu really likes the big sister as the Royal Ark said?"

If not, how could Mr. Manjiu show such an appearance?

Z46 glanced at the ship girl who was feeding the feed again, and quietly remembered her dress in his heart.

"By the way, go back and ask London later!"

It was only at this time that she would think of the dormitory administrator lady who was almost forgotten in her mind.

As a ship girl who knows how to solve problems for the commander, it is naturally my duty to help inquire about other free ship girls!

As if sensing that someone was watching her, the ship lady stopped her movements and raised her head to look at Z46 and Zhou Ming who were watching her.

The coldness in his eyes was evident.

She silently nodded to Z46, and then got up and left with only half of the feed left.

After she left, the flock of white pigeons fluttered their wings and flew high after competing for the last feed.

The sound of fluttering wings interrupted Zhou Ming's thinking. He stared at the pigeons that were fading away in some confusion. When the pigeons disappeared from his vision, he retracted his gaze and shook his head: "Miss Tour Guide, let's go."

Keenly aware that Zhou Ming's voice was a little more relaxed than before, Z46 blinked and asked curiously: "Mr. Manjiu, were you thinking about something just now?"

"Well," Zhou Ming did not deny, "but I have already thought of the answer."

He finally figured it out - rather than being so entangled now, it's better to let nature take its course.

Anyway, I will face the proprietress, it's just a matter of time.

So, let him adjust his emotions before solving it.

Z46 nodded slightly: "Oh."

Back in the dormitory, Z46 turned on the TV and sat on the sofa consciously, waiting for the TV series to be broadcast.

Zhou Ming took off his military uniform and put on ordinary casual clothes.

After hanging up the faded military uniform, he turned his head to look at the closed door of the room, and shook his head helplessly.

It looks like my sister is still sleeping.

Zhou Ming gently pushed open the door of his sister's room.

The quilt on the bed was still curled up, as if it was exactly the same as what he saw before he left the dormitory.

But the egg-filled biscuits and soy milk that he put on the bedside table had disappeared at this time.

"It's good to have breakfast..."

Quietly heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, Zhou Ming closed the door of the room again.

There is still some time before lunch, and it is not too late to call my sister when it is time to eat lunch.

After closing the door of his sister's room, Zhou Ming suddenly froze in place: "What should I do next?"

I want to read the meeting materials, but the materials are basically placed on the desk in the room; I want to preview the textbooks, but the lady guide is watching TV dramas, so I can’t concentrate.

Thinking about it this way, there seems to be nothing I can do.

Zhou Ming hesitated for a moment, and his eyes fell on the TV that was playing the TV series: "Why don't you watch a TV series with the tour guide and relax a little?"

Without hesitating for a long time, Zhou Ming walked to the sofa and sat next to Z46.

Zhou Ming's unexpected move diverted Z46's attention from the TV to him.

Z46 tilted his head and looked at Zhou Ming in confusion: "Mr. Manjiu doesn't review the preview textbook?"

In her impression, when there is no class, Mr. Manjiu basically stays in the room to read materials or review preview textbooks.

"Relax a little bit today." Zhou Ming smiled and looked at the TV. "By the way, I'm a little curious about how this TV series attracted the tour guide."

"If Mr. Manjiu is interested..." Z46's eyes lit up, and hesitation appeared on her pretty face, but she didn't hesitate for long, and quickly shook her head: "Although I really want to tell Mr. You have to understand it yourself to know its charm!"

At the end, she nodded her head.

Where did he get so much time to watch dramas?And if he had the time, wouldn't it be good for him to read more of the first few files?

Zhou Ming shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid I don't have time for this, so let's talk about it later when I have time."

"En!" Z46 nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation, "I can recommend some interesting TV series to Mr. Manjiu then!"

"Okay." Zhou Ming smiled, his eyes fell on the TV, "But let's watch TV first."

"kindness!"

Z46 moved his butt unobtrusively, closing the distance with Zhou Ming. "Dear class representative, when do you plan to accept the homework I assigned last week? Or, did my dear class representative forget about this incident?"

When the beauty in cheongsam standing on the podium looked at him with a sweet smile, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a pressure.

But if you want to say that he forgot to collect his homework, it is naturally impossible.

Zhou Ming stood up from his seat and pointed to the neatly piled homework on the desk in front of him: "The homework has been collected before get out of class. I originally planned to send it to the teacher after class... If you need If you want, I can help you up."

Although he had never held the position of class representative in high school, for such a simple matter as collecting homework, hands and mouth are enough.

Also because of the matter of collecting homework, Zhou Ming showed his face in front of every student in the class to refresh his sense of existence - after today, most of the students in the class should have an impression of him.

Glancing at the homework on Zhou Ming's desk, Yixian's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled meaningfully: "Then help me carry my homework to the office after class."

"Ok."

Zhou Ming sat down again.

"Leave the homework aside first." Looking away, Yixian opened the textbook, "I assigned a small homework to the students last week. Now, please turn to page 250 of the textbook. Let's learn about the country. Except for the Yixian, the other ship girls in the team..."

There was a clatter of flipping books in the classroom.

Zhou Ming also naturally turned to the 250th page that Yixian said, but when he turned the page, he accidentally heard a whispered discussion from behind.

"Do you feel that Teacher Yixian seems to be in a good mood today?"

"Yes, why don't I feel it?"

"It's just my personal feeling, it feels... It seems a lot gentler than the previous few classes?"

"That said, isn't Teacher Yixian always gentle?"

"That's right, it's probably my illusion..."

The discussion stopped abruptly.

Zhou Ming raised his head and glanced at Yixian who was standing on the podium, lost in thought: "Is the proprietress in a good mood?"

I don't know whether it was Yixian who concealed it well, or he didn't observe carefully and didn't find anything.

He shook his head, put some complicated thoughts behind him, and listened quietly to Yixian's lecture.

Under Yixian's gentle and humorous explanation, none of the students slept on the table or buried their heads in playing with their mobile phones.

"...that's all for today's lesson."

Yixian ended his class with commonly used words, and when the students were still full of ideas, the bell that represented the end of get out of class quietly rang.

The students under the podium also started to pack up the notebooks and textbooks full of notes because of the ringing of the bell, and got up and walked towards the classroom of the next class together.

"My dear classmate, don't forget important things."

Zhou Ming, who was tidying up his notebooks and textbooks, suddenly heard Yixian's voice, paused his hands, and raised his head to look at the podium.

Yixian folded his arms around his chest, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

How could he have forgotten?

After packing up his notebook and textbooks, Zhou Ming got up and walked to the podium with his homework in his arms: "Teacher Yixian."

"Hmm." Yixian nodded lightly, seeming to accept the title with pleasure, "Come on, I'll take you to my office—my class represents my classmates, you must remember where my office is! Otherwise I would be very unhappy..."

"……OK."

Yixian's office is a little away from the teaching building, but Zhou Ming was surprised that Yixian had a separate office.

Although the office is relatively simple, it can be regarded as a separate office anyway.

Zhou Ming guessed that other teachers would be very envious.

"Teacher Yixian, if there is nothing else, then I'll go back to class first?"

Putting down the homework in his hand, Zhou Ming moved his aching arm, turned his head to look at Yixian, but was startled—Yatxian came to him at some point.

Yixian stared at Zhou Ming, and nodded with a smile: "Yes."

something?What's up?

Zhou Ming was taken aback, but before he could ask his doubts, that pretty face suddenly approached, so that he took a step back subconsciously: "Teacher Yixian?"

Looking at Zhou Ming who looked like a frightened rabbit, Yixian couldn't help but smile: "It's all right now."

Zhou Ming: "..."

So, the so-called something happened just to scare me?

He sighed in his heart: "Then I'll go first."

"kindness."

Seemingly satisfied with scaring Zhou Ming, Yixian couldn't hide a smile on her pretty face.

Or she didn't want to hide it at all.

Zhou Ming walked towards the door of the office, but when he was about to step out of the office, he suddenly heard Yixian's voice.

"commander."

An incomparably solemn voice.

Zhou Ming's footsteps stopped.

Pausing for a few seconds, Yixian stared at the figure with his back turned to him, with a gentle smile on his pretty face, and said softly: "I will always be waiting for you."

Zhou Ming didn't answer, and left the office directly.

It wasn't until Zhou Ming's back disappeared that Yixian looked away, leaned lightly on the back of the chair, and felt peaceful in his heart.

But this peace was soon broken by herself.

"I'm so ashamed, why did I make such a bold move!"

The slender fingers lightly tapped the cherry lips, and Yixian's face was instantly stained with a little crimson, and an indescribable shyness spread from his heart.

Every time she thinks back to the behavior that hardly fits her character, she feels extremely ashamed.

But she didn't regret that day because there was no impulse in her brain, and she was even grateful.

If it wasn't for impulsiveness, she might not have concluded a contract with Zhou Ming until now.

Although from today's point of view, the relationship between himself and Zhou Ming does not seem to have any substantial changes.

But Yixian didn't panic at all, on the contrary he was very calm.

She knew that Zhou Ming was just not mentally prepared yet.

As she herself said, she will wait and wait forever.

Waiting for Zhou Ming to be mentally prepared to accept her, who is occasionally too impulsive.

Yat-sen believes that this day will not be long.

When Zhou Ming rushed to the classroom, Teacher Pi had already started lecturing.However, Teacher Pi did not embarrass him, a late student, and beckoned him kindly to come in and find a seat to sit down.

After Zhou Ming found a seat and sat down, he opened the book and looked at the handwriting left by Teacher Pi on the blackboard, but the thoughts in his mind drifted uncontrollably to other directions.

"The matter of the boss lady..."

Teacher Pi on the podium was talking about the case, but he didn't seem to notice that a certain student was thinking about a problem that was not related to the class. "...That's about it for now."

Teacher Pi sat on the chair, took a sip from the teacup, and moistened his dry and sore throat from lecturing.