Chapter 72 Sweet Cheng Xin walked into the classroom the next evening...
The next evening, Cheng Xin walked into the classroom. Geng Fang was sitting in the first row, with his hands on the table and his head held high: "Everyone sit down! Teacher Cheng is about to start the lecture!" More than thirty heads looked up at the same time.
"Let's learn pinyin today." Cheng Xin put the lesson plan on the table and drew four lines and three grids on the blackboard with chalk.
After teaching pinyin writing, Cheng Xin first wrote the character "大": "First the horizontal stroke, then the left stroke, and finally the right stroke, like a person standing with arms outstretched."
Luo Xiaomei, who was sitting in the last row, raised her hand: "Teacher Cheng, how do you write the word 'silkworm' in 'sericulture'?"
Cheng Xin's chalk stopped in mid-air, and the sketches in her mind became a mess. She stared at the blackboard for a long time, and felt sweat on her back. The chalk wrote the radical of the word "草" on the blackboard, but she couldn't remember the structure below. After she finished writing, she realized that she had written "茧".
"Don't interrupt the teacher during class! Don't interrupt the teacher's train of thought." Geng Fang stood up to maintain discipline: "If you have any questions, ask the teacher after class!"
Just as she sat down, a young man came to the door and said, "The captain wants us to go to the brigade headquarters for a meeting. Hurry up!"
Everyone immediately stood up and walked out. Cheng Xin breathed a sigh of relief, but her face still felt hot. She lowered her head and stuffed the lesson plan into her bag.
When it was getting dark, Cheng Xin opened the door and Geng Yunye came to help her get something. She threw the lesson plan on the table, rested her chin on the edge of the table and said nothing, her hair hanging down to cover her eyes.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy in class?" Geng Yunye squatted down and wanted to see her expression, but she turned her head away.
Cheng Xin scratched the wood grain of the table edge and said in a low voice that it was okay. Geng Yunye didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and brought hot water, wrung out a towel and handed it to her: "Apply it to your eyes. Looking at the blackboard at night is bad for your eyesight."
The heat from the towel smeared on her face. Cheng Xin suddenly spoke: "Someone asked me how to write the word silkworm in class today, and I wrote cocoon." Her voice got smaller and smaller: "My English is pretty good, but I just can't write many Chinese characters correctly. How can I teach others?"
Geng Yunye didn't respond. He pulled her into the inner room and took out paper and pencil from the drawer: "Come here, I'll teach you."
As soon as Cheng Xin got close, he pulled her to sit on his lap. His arm naturally wrapped around her waist and spread the paper in front of them: "Look." His warm palm wrapped around her hand holding the pen, and his voice was right behind her ear: "There's the sky above, and there's a worm below, this is a silkworm." The tip of the pen moved steadily across the paper, leaving clear strokes.
"Where are the calluses?" Geng Yunye asked her, rubbing his chin against her temple.
"Grass, the grass radical, and there's also a worm underneath." Cheng Xin felt her voice was a little unsteady.
"Yes." Geng Yunye took her hand and wrote the word "cocoon": "When a silkworm spins silk to wrap itself up, it becomes a cocoon."
Cheng Xin looked at the two words on the paper, and the frustration in her heart was dispelled by the warmth behind her. She moved her body and wanted to try it herself: "I, I will write it myself."
The arm around her waist loosened a little, but did not move away. Geng Yunye just rested his chin on her shoulder and watched her pick up another pencil and lower her head to write seriously.
His breath brushed against her neck. Cheng Xin felt as if the place where his breath brushed was electrified. She slightly exerted force on the fingers holding the pen, trying to keep the strokes steady. As she wrote, the handwriting under the pen became a little drifting, and her mind could not focus. She could clearly feel the outline and temperature of his body, as well as the silent and close connection between the two of them.
The room was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen scratching on the paper and the intertwined breathing of the two people.
Geng Yunye seemed to notice her distraction and chuckled softly, his warm breath entering her ears: "Teacher Cheng, are you not concentrating on writing?"
Cheng Xin's hand trembled, and the pen tip almost pierced the paper. Her face suddenly became hot. She turned her head and wanted to scold him: "You!" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, they bumped into his smiling eyes that were close to her. His eyes were very deep, as if to suck people in, reflecting the flickering light of the oil lamp and her own red face.
I forgot what I said next. The air seemed to become thicker. Cheng Xin felt her heart beating faster, and the pencil in her hand fell onto the table without her noticing.
Geng Yunye didn't say anything, but tightened his arms around her and held her more tightly in his arms. He turned his head and gently kissed the hair behind her ear, then her earlobe, with a soothing tone, and something else even hotter was quietly spreading.
Cheng Xin closed her eyes and leaned back into his arms, letting the warmth of his big hands wrap around her. The plump and juicy peaches and green grapes were growing very well, and you had to pick them yourself to experience the fun, and the aftertaste was endless.
The wrong words and the embarrassment in class became distant and vague at this moment. Only the embrace behind her was extremely real and was her only anchor at this moment.
Geng Yunye's punishment was over, and he asked her to hold the pen again: "Now write a poem of Quiet Night Thoughts silently. If you finish it, I will let you go."
Most of Cheng Xin's buttons were undone. Her lips were rosy and her eyes were blurry. She leaned weakly in Geng Yunye's arms, using his strong arms to restrain her waist so that she would not slide to the ground.
Cheng Xin wrote the entire poem with shaking hands. She thought she was saved, but Geng Yunye pointed out her mistake: "I think you wrote Ningshi instead. Should you be punished?"
Cheng Xin was immediately embarrassed and annoyed: "You are so annoying." She had already unbuttoned all the buttons on her body, and there was no way to cover it all. He acted very gentlemanly this time, which made her feel vaguely uneasy.
Sure enough, Cheng Xin's guess was correct. Geng Yunye took advantage of her inattention to tickle the skin on her waist, and before she could react, he moved to her lower abdomen.
Cheng Xin subconsciously squeezed her knees together to stop him from doing anything wrong. Geng Yunye pulled his hand out in front of her and lightly tapped her tongue with his fingertips.
"Mmm, sweet."
Cheng Xin lay on his shoulder and didn't want to look up: "It's so dirty, you are not afraid of bacteria."
Geng Yunye leaned close to her ear and said, "Saliva kills bacteria. Do you want to try it?"
In the end, curiosity got the better of her. Cheng Xin buried her head in his arms and said nothing, tacitly agreeing with his next action.
Geng Yunye picked her up and let her sit where he had placed the draft paper.
He pinched the back of her neck to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, this is human nature, I want you to be happy."
Cheng Xin had tears in her eyes and grabbed his hair. Geng Yunye, who was squatting in front of her, looked up and said, "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
Not long after Geng Yunye started, Cheng Xin began to sob softly. She bit her lips tightly and kicked him a few times, but she didn't really kick him. Instead, he came closer to her, and she cried even harder.
Cheng Xin didn't remember how she managed to get through it. She cried for a long time, and even the tip of her nose turned red. Her legs were so soft as noodles that she couldn't stand up. Geng Yunye had to pick her up and put her on the bed.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Geng Yunye reached out and brushed away the sweaty hair on her forehead.
Cheng Xin, curled up in the quilt, shook her head: "It's not uncomfortable, it's a feeling I've never had before, my scalp is tingling, and I feel like my soul is trembling. I like it very much."
Geng Yunye reached into the bed and held her hand: "If you like, continue next time. There is so much water on the table that the draft book is soaked."
Cheng Xin hid half of her face in the quilt, not wanting to hear him say those embarrassing words, but she didn't refuse next time.
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