Chapter 18 (2/2)
”are you really a teacher?”
”Really.”
”Are you really the Chinese teacher of Zhuque middle school?”
”Really.”
”I don't believe it.”
”Whatever.”
”You prove it to me.”
”No.”
”Liar.”
”What did I lie to you?”
”Lie to me that you are the teacher of Zhuque middle school -”
”I really am.””Liar.”
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the carriages are crowded, and everyone has only a little place to stand. Fang Yan and Jiang Qin are very close. In order to talk with Fang Yan, Jiang Qin almost pasted half of his chest on his back.
But the little girl is still very reserved. She supports Fang Yan's back with her hands and tries to make a small gap between them.
”Ah --” Jiang Qin suddenly exclaimed, and his body pressed heavily against Fang Yan's body.
Fang Yan suddenly straightens up and takes the girl's forward leaning body down.
It wasn't until Jiang Qin stood up straight again that Fang Yan turned around and looked over.
”What's the matter?” Fang Yan asked.
”He pushed me.” Jiang Qin pointed to a middle-aged man in a black suit behind him.
”Who pushed you?” The man held up his glasses and spoke in a very bad manner. ”It's the bumpy car. I pushed it up by accident.”
”Who made you so close? What are you doing standing so close to? ” Jiang Qin is not a coward either, accusing middle-aged men of their crimes.
”The car is so small, where can I stand? Afraid of crowding? I'm afraid to take a taxi. ”
”You --” Jiang Qin is poor in words. She really has no better way to fight back against such a man who is too tall, too big to face death.
Fang Yan looked up and down at some middle-aged men and said to Jiang Qin, ”I'll deal with it.”
He pulled him to the front, and then he stood where he had just stood. His body just separated Jiang Qin from the middle-aged man.
Fang Yan turned around to look at the middle-aged man who looked svelte with glasses and said, ”how do you feel?”
”What?” The man is full of disgust, the other side is inflamed ”change seat” behavior is very dissatisfied.
”I saw it all.”
”What do you see? I don't know what you're talking about. ” The man's eyes dodged, and he apologized in a hurry.
”Don't be so nervous -”
”I'm not nervous, I don't do anything.” The middle-aged man doesn't like Fang Yan's eyes very much. His eyes are clear, but when he squints slightly, it gives a sharp stabbing feeling. I don't like his smiling face. It's like he knows everything but doesn't say anything.
”Idiot.” Fang Yan scolded. ”I didn't ask you anything, and you were busy saying you didn't do anything - don't you know that this kind of behavior is called covering up?”
”Neuropathy.” The man scolded and prepared to evacuate.
”You didn't zip up.” Fang Yan shouted.