After French class, Xiang Ling returned to the dormitory with the textbook.
My phone vibrated in my pocket; it was the new members chatting away. There were a few talkative newcomers this time, and the group was already noisy, but with the new blood, it was even more boisterous.
Xiang Ling felt that he could not keep up with the topics of young people and rarely showed up in the group.
Look, he is still using the old-fashioned word "波布" (bubble). I wonder if his peers will reply "爆破" (burst) if he posts the word "波布" (bubble) in the group.
Xiang Ling suddenly thought of his teenage cousin, who was a little girl behind the balls. The messages she occasionally sent him were more terrifying than Morse messages.
For an older brother born in the 90s, every time I see the screen full of “XSWL”, “ZQSG” and “NJZZ”, I feel really dizzy.
They said they could go directly to the hot pot restaurant, but when Xiang Ling returned to the dormitory, he found that Su Luyang and the other three were waiting for him in the dormitory.
The four of them rested in the dormitory for a while, and then slowly went to eat hot pot together.
Xiang Ling is a loyal supporter of beef. When eating hot pot, he likes to mix beef with enoki mushrooms. He can eat two servings by himself.
Su Luyang is not so fond of beef, but he loves spicy food. The bowl of dipping sauce is full of bright red chili peppers, which makes people around him feel a lump in their throat when they see it.
Xiang Ling can't eat spicy food as well as Su Luyang. Every time he eats hot pot, the spiciness makes him cry, but he still likes to eat it. He will continue to eat even if his nose is runny. After each meal, there will be a pile of used tissues on the table.
The two of them sat next to each other, both of them eating so hard that sweat was coming out of their foreheads.
Ji Qiulin sat across from them, looking at them. He touched his stomach and said worriedly, "Why do you eat so much but don't gain weight at all?"
Xiang Ling raised his head and sniffed: "I asked you to go to the gym with us, but you didn't go."
Ji Qiulin tilted his head: "We weak girls can't lift iron."
Jiang Yuanhai touched Ji Qiulin's head and said softly, "Little excuse maker."
After saying that, he glanced at Su Luyang inconspicuously.
Su Luyang seemed not to notice the word "girl" in Ji Qiulin's words, or perhaps he had already gotten used to the tone of conversation in the dormitory over the past half month. He was discussing the school gym with Xiang Ling.
This made him relax a little.
Jiang Yuanhai looked at Xiang Ling again, silently picked up a piece of enoki mushrooms from the pot with chopsticks, and put it into Xiang Ling's bowl, at the same time receiving a surprised thank you from Xiang Ling.
Jiang Yuanhai didn't answer and lowered his head to eat his food.
In fact, he has always been very grateful to Xiang Ling.
When he first entered university, Ji Qiulin was not as cheerful as he is now, and he had never laughed as heartily as he does now.
Ji Qiulin's situation is special, and this special situation has been a heavy stone weighing on their hearts for so many years. If they hadn't met Xiang Ling, perhaps their lives would still be shrouded in dark clouds.
Jiang Yuanhai never forgot how natural Xiang Ling acted and the first words he said when Ji Qiulin confessed his specialness to Xiang Ling.
He said, my dear sister, from now on I am your family and I will never let you get hurt again.
Since then, Xiang Ling has changed his style. When he entered school, Xiang Ling only revealed his sexual orientation in class, but only for information, not for publicity or anything, and lived a very low-key life.
But after talking with Ji Qiulin, he changed. He became high-profile and free-spirited, as if he suddenly came out into his own. From the dormitory to the classroom to the club, and then to every aspect of A University that he could get in touch with, he began to call himself a lady, started to play around with people, flirt with people, call boys good sisters, and became a good gay friend of countless girls.
Many people say Xiang Ling has become flirtatious, but only Jiang Yuanhai knows that Xiang Ling is setting an example by doing this, telling Ji Qiulin that everyone is the same: ordinary, normal, and free individuals. We don't need to hide every part of ourselves, no matter what it is. We can just live out our own lives with confidence and courage.
Jiang Yuanhai also knew that Xiang Ling was doing all this in an effort to subtly create a harmonious and free living environment for Ji Qiulin.
In this environment, boys can boldly say "we girls" without being looked at with strange eyes.
In this environment, girls can call themselves dad, be extremely masculine, and have a carefree personality without being called a tomboy.
In his own way, Xiang Ling, like the sun, infects the people around him and gives Ji Qiulin a utopia of his own.
Jiang Yuanhai also knew that if one day other people knew the secret that Ji Qiulin had hidden, this beauty would most likely disappear, and the world might not be able to be so tolerant for the time being, but Xiang Ling still did everything he could without hesitation.
He is a warrior and a hero to himself and Ji Qiulin.
The weekend arrived two days later, and Xiang Ling woke up early and went downstairs to buy four servings of fried dough sticks and steamed buns. The other three people in the dormitory were still asleep, so he finished his own portion and put the rest of the buns and fried dough sticks in a small box to keep them warm.
Then he put on his schoolbag and went out.
He went out to take French tutoring classes. Xiang Ling always had goals and plans for everything he did. From the moment he decided to learn French, the goals for each stage had already taken shape, and then turned into actual plans.
When he was a freshman, he had already planned to start taking French lessons during the summer vacation before the start of his junior year, and then continue studying until the National Day so that he could travel to France.
Today's class is in the afternoon, from two to five. Xiang Ling has been attending that cram school for two years, and he studied German for the first two years.
The reason why he left home so early was because the cram school was next to the provincial library, and he could go to the provincial library every week to read and study.
The city has a strong academic atmosphere, and the collection of books in the provincial library is dazzling.
When Xiang Ling arrived, the library was just open. Because it was the weekend, many people came, and many parents brought their children in early in the morning. Xiang Ling carried his bag and ran to the third floor with ease.
For Xiang Ling, once he fully immerses himself in learning, the time spent reading will pass by quickly.
When he looked up again, he found that the hour hand on his watch had reached 12, and his stomach suddenly felt extremely hungry.
Without stopping, Xiang Ling immediately packed up and left the library.
After eating noodles at a random noodle restaurant, Xiang Ling took a walk in a nearby shopping mall to digest the food. Time soon passed to 1:30, and he staggered to the training school.
The receptionist at the training school was very familiar with Xiang Ling. She greeted him when she saw him and asked him to go to the back to rest first.
"Have you met my new teacher?" With more than ten or twenty minutes left before class, Xiang Ling slipped behind the front desk and chatted with the girl.
"No, I heard he's also a college student," the receptionist said, "but he's lived in France and his accent is very authentic."
"Are you a Chinese citizen of French descent?" Xiang Ling asked.
"I'm not sure about that. Maybe he studied in France or something." The girl at the front desk held her face in her hands. "I heard from Teacher Li that this new teacher is very handsome, a fresh-faced young man."
Xiang Ling laughed: "If you praise other men in front of me, do you think I, a piece of bacon, will still have any face?"
The chatting time passed quickly, and Xiang Ling entered the classroom with five minutes left before the class started.
Because it is 1V1 tutoring, the classroom is not big, with only a table and a whiteboard in the middle. It is more like a mutual aid group or a place for company groups to hold short meetings.
Xiang Ling hung his schoolbag on the back of the chair and took out his cell phone to do some final slacking off.
He hadn't checked his messages since leaving the house, so when he opened WeChat, his phone nearly exploded with messages. Xiang Ling quickly scanned through the people who had sent the messages, and finally clicked on the message from Ji Qiulin.
Ji Qiulin: Honey, thank you for your loving breakfast. Ah Hai and I both have to go to work today, so we'll have a date right after work. Lu Yang also said he has something to do and won't be eating at school tonight. You don't have to bring us lunch, just take care of your own dinner!
[Ji Qiulin: Heart shape.jpg]
Xiang Ling had just replied with an OK when he heard the door open. He looked up at the person who came in and was so surprised that he was speechless for a moment. The other party obviously didn't expect that it was Xiang Ling sitting inside, and looked at Xiang Ling without moving.
"New teacher?" Xiang Ling was happy after he realized what was happening.
"New classmate?" The person who walked in raised his eyebrows when he heard Xiang Ling's question.
"Teacher Su, I didn't expect you could speak French." Xiang Ling looked up at Su Luyang who was walking towards him, and the surprise in his heart still could not subside.
"Student Xiang, I didn't expect you to go out to study French on the weekend." Su Luyang put down the book in his hand and sat on the chair next to Xiang Ling.
"Wow, I'm so surprised." Xiang Ling couldn't help but say, "How could it be you? This is such a coincidence!"
"It's a coincidence indeed. The boss here just brought me here yesterday," Su Luyang said. "The boss here is my friend. The French teacher he found for you ran away, and he couldn't find her anywhere. When he found out I was back in China, he grabbed me to take the blame."
"How is your French? Can you teach me?" Xiang Ling saw that Su Luyang looked very unprofessional.
Su Luyang leaned back in his chair, looked at Xiang Ling, and spoke fluent French.
Su Luyang always thought Xiang Ling's voice was nice, but in fact, in Xiang Ling's heart, Su Luyang's own voice was not bad either.
Su Luyang's voice is very orthodox and elegant, like a sexy anchor who has received professional training, or a member of the royal family who is born with an aristocratic aura.
Both the accent and pronunciation are top-notch.
Many people say that French is the sexiest language. Xiang Ling also likes French very much. His last French teacher was a French lady with excellent temperament. She spoke naturally and appropriately, but Xiang Ling really didn't feel that sexiness.
Xiang Ling had always believed that he could not feel the sexiness of the beautiful teacher's French language because he was gay. Until now, Xiang Ling was finally sure that it was really because he was gay!
French is so fucking sexy.
Xiang Ling moved his ears. Su Luyang's voice was not loud, but in this small space it seemed to have its own reverberation, surrounding his entire brain and invading Xiang Ling's ears.
Xiang Ling could understand what Su Luyang was saying. It was just a few simple daily expressions, but when Su Luyang said it, it sounded like flirting and was very exciting.
Xiang Ling licked his lips and thought to himself that he would be blessed in the future.
But he didn't let Su Luyang go so quickly. Instead, he found fault and said, "Being good at speaking doesn't mean your grammar is good. How can I be sure that you can teach me?"
Su Luyang glanced at Xiang Ling's lips and asked, "How do you want me to prove it?"
"The only way to prove that is..." Xiang Ling pondered, "Time will tell."
In this training institution, if students are not satisfied with the teacher, they can apply for a change.
What Xiang Ling meant by this sentence was that he had decided to make Su Luyang his French teacher.
"I'm very strict in class," Su Luyang said, raising his eyes to stare at Xiang Ling. "If you don't do well, I will punish you."
Xiang Ling smiled and thought that if it was a punishment in bed, that would be exactly what he wanted.
"Then I look forward to Teacher Su's...training journey."
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