After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Jiang Fuyue's hands froze in midair at first.

After that, little by little, it fell slowly, and finally touched his head gently.

"Why are you still the same as before, big crying bag?"

The man froze, let go of his hand, and raised his head in disbelief: "What do you call me?"

"Crying bag."

boom--

The man's cheeks blushed.

"I-I'm a scientist now, you can't call it that!"

"You are a scientist and you are a crybaby. There is no conflict." Taohua blinked, innocent.

"..."

Everyone knows that Professor Ming Yu is unsmiling, serious and indifferent, but they don't know that twenty years ago, when he was a teenager, he was stingy, crying, arrogant and self-willed.

At that time, Lou Mingyue called him "Little Crying Bag".

Now, twenty years have passed, and the "little crying bag" has become a "big crying bag".

"You're still so young and beautiful, but I'm already old..." A smile filled his eyes, and there was helplessness and bitterness in his smile, and it finally turned into a daze.

Dumbly, through the lens, his eyes remained motionless, as if to freeze her in his mind forever.

Years do not rot, time is hard to invade.

Jiang Fuyue raised her hand and stroked his pale temples, her eyes slightly sour: "It's only twenty years, how come you have white hair?"

Ming Yu looked at her with a smile: "I wish I could grow older faster."

So I can find you.

"But now, I think it's better to be young."

Jiang Fuyue nodded: "Is that right? You make yourself old-fashioned before fifty, what are you thinking?"

Ming Yu is serious: "I won't in the future." I also want to accompany you for a long time, witnessing your radiance and splendid life.

Jiang Fuyue swept across the wheelchair under him, her mouth pursed tightly: "What's going on?"

"Nuclear explosion test, I was injured when I checked the scene."

He said it lightly, but the reality is certainly a hundred times more dangerous.

"The eyes..."

"Strong radiation damage is irreversible."

Jiang Fuyue squatted down, her eyes were level with him, and through the lens, she looked into the man's blue-gray eyes: "Can you see what I look like now?"

Ming Yu nodded: "Yes."

"Then tell me, what am I now?"

"Peach eyes, the skin is as white as before, there is a little flesh on the face, and it looks healthier than before. The nose is small and the mouth is also small, very beautiful."

Jiang Fuyue held the hand he put on her knee, and she was sweaty and moist.

"When you're nervous, your hands like to sweat."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Ming Yu's face: "I was discovered by you again..."

"Why are you nervous?"

"...I'm afraid you say you don't know me."

"Stupid or not?"

He laughed: "How can a fool still be a scientist?"

Jiang Fuyue: "I think you are stupid!"

The man's smile didn't change: "Then it's silly. Anyway, I recognize what you say."

"You gave the math test paper this time?"

Ming Yu didn't hide it: "Well."

"To test me?"

"……cough."

Jiang Fuyue's mouth twitched: "Did you know that the average grade is only 49?"

"Is this so low?"

"Otherwise? How many high school students can do the questions you asked?"

"Didn't you do it? You even got a perfect score."

Jiang Fuyue: "..."

Now that they have recognized each other, the two of them have also talked about it, and it is not good to continue to occupy the old principal's office.

"Wait for me here for a while, and I'll take you out to dinner after class, okay?"

Ming Yu: "Okay. You go to work first, I'll be waiting for you here."

When Jiang Fuyue left, the principal looked at her curiously, and Zhong Hao also looked at her in surprise.

"Come in, you two, I'm going back to the classroom."

Principal: "This, this is gone?"

Jiang Fuyue raised her wrist to look at the time and reminded him, "There are still two minutes for class."

"Oh, that's right, you go to class first, and you can talk about it after class if you have anything! Yes, talk about it after class..."

By the time he returned to the office in a dizzy state, Ming Yu had returned to normal, still his indifferent, rigid, unsmiling appearance.

Zhong Hao walked to the wheelchair, pressed his throat, and asked in a low voice, "Professor, are you alright?"

Mingyu waved his hand.

"So what are we now?"

"Stay here."

"what?"

"Wait for get out of class."

"...Oh." Zhong Hao nodded in confusion.

But I don't know why the professor stayed.

Originally, it was incredible to travel all the way to Linhuai and take the initiative to give a math test paper to a high school.

Don't let anything more outrageous happen.

Amitabha!

Ming Yu raised his eyes and looked at Hu Yongwei: "Principal Hu, is it convenient for me to stay with you for more time?"

"Dang, of course it's convenient! You can come, our top and bottom are very happy!" Because he was too excited, he began to stutter.

The corner of Ming Yu's mouth raised a shallow arc: "It was me who disturbed."

"Don't say that! Shall I get you a glass of water? Is black tea okay?"

"Can."

Hu Yongwei immediately turned around and poured tea.

Zhong Hao, who was standing beside him, was already stupid.

He stared at Ming Yu's profile in shock, as if he saw something incredible.

Was Professor Ming smiling just now?

Not dreaming, not hallucinating, right?

Now the arc is still there, it is indeed a smile.

My God, is this world magical?

Three shifts, two thousand words.

No more tonight, tomorrow.