Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Sit down." Jing Yulan was anxious, she spoke first and then flinched, her breath was blue, and she threw straight on Yang Rui's face, as if the two were exchanging air currents.

Jing Yulan blushed uncontrollably. For girls who had never been in close contact with the opposite sex, the breathing of both sides blended together, and it was almost the same as direct contact.

Yang Rui looked at the redness on her cheeks, a little surprised and a little proud, and took a little back, pretending to be pure and asking, "What's the matter? I said something wrong?"

"No, it's just a little embarrassing." Jing Yulan couldn't tell whether Yang Rui really didn't understand or pretending to be stupid, but his tone was not as polite as he was at the beginning.

Yang Rui laughed and said, "You didn't read my papers and said that I was arrogant and arbitrary. Well, let's learn English first. You don't have to worry about whether I have time for other courses. The time for English practice is reserved for English. For practice, let’s take practical application as the benchmark, and I will handle the college entrance examination myself."

"Sit back first." Jing Yulan didn't care to refute Yang Rui, and first said something in English.

In English, it seems to make my heart less shy.

Yang Rui's expression remained unchanged. He looked at her notebook and said, "I thought you were going to give a lecture. If you sit down, I can't see the words in the notebook."

"You have myopia? You need to wear glasses as soon as possible." Jing Yulan looked at Yang Rui's eyes, only felt that the dark eyes were very beautiful, took a look, and quickly turned his head.

For a while, Jing Yulan panicked again.

Yang Rui did not know the changeable woman's heart, and followed Jing Yulan's words, saying: "There is no myopia, but the eyesight is not particularly good."

His eyesight is actually very good. Now he doesn’t have a computer or a mobile phone, and even TVs are rare. It’s a bit eye-watering to turn on the lights at night to read books, but Yang Rui has always been aware that the Ruixue group’s funds have bought a lot of headlights to shine in the classroom Not only him, but the entire school’s students benefited.

However, it is common for good students to have bad eyes. Glasses in the 1980s were very expensive, and students with low power often did not go to glasses. Jing Yulan would not think too much. She frowned slightly and said, "No. Speaking of clauses, we don’t need to take notes today."

"Then don't talk about clauses." Yang Rui didn't really want to take advantage. He just saw beautiful tutors and something, subconsciously made associations, and took a small amount of action.

Seeing that the red color on Jing Yulan's face has not disappeared, Yang Rui felt that today's tutor's teaching welfare should be over.

Looking back, there was nothing left in the small room. Yang Rui simply moved a small bench, sat on the side of the stove, and asked, "Is this all right?"

"Sure." Jing Yulan suddenly became embarrassed. Yang Rui sat aside so happily, it showed that his mentality was magnanimous, maybe he didn't think about the messy things.

After all, I'm still a high school student, maybe I don't know anything.

Jing Yulan was thinking wildly.

"Let's set a theme, just say how is your work?" Yang Rui was ready to learn more about Jing Yulan.

It was not easy to meet a beautiful woman in 1982, and it was even harder to meet a beautiful woman who was all good in appearance and temperament. After all, nowadays, there is neither superb makeup skills, no powerful beauty PS, and no cosmetic techniques that can't be done by people. It is really a small probability to be born beautiful and talk elegantly, even if nothing happens. Special events, chatting is also very enjoyable.

The dialogue originally had a theme, Yang Rui chose the theme, Jing Yulan did not object, and the right to acquiesce.

She usually rarely has the opportunity to talk with others about her own affairs, her father's identity and crimes, family constraints and difficulties, but Jing Yulan's pressure is constantly increasing.

If it weren't for the end of the movement, and her father's old men helped her find a job, Jing Yulan would have collapsed long ago. Now even if she persisted, her mother kept petitioning, her younger brother kept waiting for work, and father's weak body was like a heavy stone, weighing on her heart.

Jing Yulan needed an enjoyable chat, in English, with clauses, with clauses of clauses, to vent all his unhappiness and stress.

In order to prevent Yang Rui from guessing a specific usage, she would pop up one or two Russian words from time to time.

Yang Rui didn't care, whether he guessed it or couldn't guess it, this chat was also his most comfortable time since the journey. What I saw was a beautiful woman with bright eyes, what I heard in my ears was Nong Nong's soft words, and what I smelled in my nose was a fragrance...

The more they talked, the happier they were.

Jing Yulan chatted with Yang Rui in simple English for a while, expressed his feelings in complex English and Russian for a while, and corrected Yang Rui's grammatical errors in a while, combining work and rest with good results.

At the same time, Yang Rui also tried his best to fulfill the obligations of a student, constantly adding water to his tutor, and pounding the stove in the middle of the room from time to time.

The small dormitory soon became too hot to wear a coat.

Jing Yulan stood up naturally, took off her windbreaker and hung it on a chair.

She wore a handmade sweater inside, woven with pure black threads. It was supposed to be a conservative dress. It was put on a concave and convex figure, but it became an alternative temptation.

"Welfare! It's nice to have a tutor." Yang Rui sighed like an old landlord, and then smashed the coal fire vigorously with a stick to make the stove hotter.

Jing Yulan didn't notice anything, and continued to talk in English.

After all, the temperature of the coal stove is limited. Even if Yang Rui plays with the coals inside, it is not hot enough to wear a sweater.

On the contrary, Jing Yulan felt that the environment was good, but relaxed a lot.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that Jing Yulan looked at his watch and said, "Students are almost out of school. Hey, why are you not in class?"

"I have already started studying by myself." Yang Rui was tired of molesting coals, dropped the stick, stretched, and suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"

"what?"

"I'll get something to eat, you wait." Yang Rui is a regular delicacy at home. It is not enough to stand up for Yu Yong. Think about the Baitou Mountain family on the Yalu River who eat caviar every day. Think about the daily caviar in Beijing Airport. Flying to and from Paris to transport wine and steaks, the belief in struggle is naturally strong.

Jing Yulan was confused by the environment and treatment in front of him, and asked, "Aren't you waiting for your roommate to come?"

"I don't have a roommate, this house is specially granted to me."

"So good?" Jing Yulan couldn't help but be surprised. What Yang Rui now enjoys is equal to the treatment of a teacher. The teachers in Xibao Middle School may not be as good as the teachers in Pingjiang City in other respects, but the accommodation conditions are more than adequate.

The site of Xibao Middle School is not small, and it is independent of Mid-Levels. The school can build a bungalow for each teacher by applying for some bricks and cement. Pingjiang Normal College is different. The family area has long been filled with old houses. Old teachers who worked at the school in the 1950s and 1960s also need larger houses to accommodate two or even three generations. Young teachers like Jing Yulan can live in a single room. The area of ​​the house is not as big as Yang Rui's dormitory.

"I'll get something and be careful that the wind blows in." Yang Rui smiled calmly and turned to open the door. He doesn’t think there is anything good about a bungalow of more than ten square meters.

Outside.

Zhang Boming almost froze.

In front of the entire row of dormitories are their own firewood rooms, which are piled up with firewood, coal, bricks, dilapidated desks and other semi-waste.

The corridor formed between the dormitory and the firewood room was extremely cold with wind blowing all day.

If it weren't for the iron will trained by chasing beautiful women, ordinary people could not stand for ten minutes.

Zhang Boming wanted to leave after standing for ten minutes, but by that time, he was already stiff and didn't want to walk.

Hearing the sound of Yang Rui opening the door, Zhang Boming subconsciously hid, but his legs softened and fell to the ground. Thinking of the "joy and laughter" in the dormitory, Zhang Boming almost cried out with his head sticking to the dirty soil.

"Hey, where are you here?" Yang Rui was also quite surprised to see Zhang Boming.

"Just passing by." Zhang Boming stood up tremblingly, but put his head in the door, glanced at Jing Yulan pretendingly, and grinned: "Teacher Jing, we are going to eat in the cafeteria, you go ?"

Yang Rui didn't give Jing Yulan a chance to choose, and choked: "I'm preparing dinner, I don't need to go to the cafeteria."

Zhang Boming has been frozen for a long time, and his dissatisfaction has accumulated to his max. He said with sarcasm: "What can you do as a student? Tonight, the cafeteria prepared a pot of mutton, and it was President Zhao who specially entertained the teachers of each school... …"

Thinking of the warm mutton soup, Zhang Boming couldn't help twitching his nose. In an era of scarce supplies, there was no surplus food in the official's house, and his mouth was even lighter when he came out to work.

Yang Rui laughed when he heard it, and said: "When you go to the cafeteria to eat at night, pay attention and see if you can find lamb ribs."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally." Yang Rui said, pushing open the door of the firewood room and taking out a basin, a pot, and a bag from the inside.

Zhang Boming was right next to him. When he looked up, he saw a pot of lamb ribs, marinated with onions, **** slices, chili and pepper, and smelled a little yellow wine.

"What is this?" Zhang Boming looked straight ~www.NovelMTL.com~Two big basins, if they were full of meat, they would weigh five or six catties.

Yang Rui smiled and deliberately said: "The stove is burning in the room, the meat can't be kept, the temperature in the wood room is just right."

"I'm not talking about this." Zhang Boming then suddenly realized, "You steal the meat from the cafeteria?"

"I gave the meat from the cafeteria." Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "You group after group of visiting groups are like locusts. Do you think the finances of West Castle Middle School can withstand your eating like this? Not happy to eat a sheep for nothing?"

Zhang Boming didn't blush when he was scolded, but he said in surprise: "Where do you get the meat?"

Yang Rui smiled and said, "Dare to say so much, do you think about meat?"

When it was over, he didn't answer Zhang Boming's words, and entered the dormitory with the lamb pot.

Zhang Boming was reluctant to bear Jing Yulan, followed Yang Rui into the door, and closed the door.

The stove in the room was burning, Zhang Boming suddenly felt a warm air enveloped him, and he wanted to sleep comfortably.

However, Jing Yulan, who was wearing a thin-line high-necked black sweater, caught the eye even more. Zhang Boming stared at her as if he had reached a dream.

Jing Yulan suddenly felt very uncomfortable, turned around and picked up the windbreaker from the chair and put it on her body.

Zhang Boming's literary and artistic heart has been hit: Why do you wear a sweater when Yang Rui is with you, and you wear a windbreaker when I am here?

Crackling...

The sound of oil splashing sounded, but Yang Rui poured the whole pot of mutton into an iron pan and stir-fried under the fire. After a while, the mutton pieces cut into two walnut-sized pieces turned brown and tempting. A strong aroma.

Zhang Boming's throat squirmed, and his mind went blank in an instant.

……