Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Sit back." Jing Yulan was in a hurry, she spoke first and then retreated, her breath was blue, and she threw herself directly on Yang Rui's face, as if the two were exchanging air.

Jing Yulan blushed uncontrollably. For a girl who had never been in close contact with the opposite sex, the blending of breaths was no different from direct contact.

Yang Rui looked at the blush on her cheeks, a little surprised and a little complacently retreated, and asked innocently: "What's wrong? Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No, it's just a little brash." Jing Yulan couldn't tell whether Yang Rui really didn't understand or was pretending to be stupid, but her tone was not as polite as in the early days.

Yang Rui chuckled, and said: "You said I was brazen without looking at my paper, so you can be arbitrary, come on, let's learn English first, and 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 use practical application as the benchmark, and I will handle the college entrance examination by myself."

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

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 away, I won't be able to read the words in the notebook."

"You are short-sighted? Then you need to get glasses as soon as possible." Jing Yulan took advantage of the situation to look into Yang Rui's eyes, but felt that the dark eyes were exceptionally good-looking. After taking a look, she quickly turned her head.

For a while, Jing Yulan panicked again.

How did Yang Rui know the fickleness of a woman's heart, so he followed Jing Yulan's words and said, "I'm not short-sighted, but my eyesight isn't particularly good either."

His eyesight is actually very good, and now there is no computer or mobile phone, and even TV is a rare commodity. It is a bit taxing for the eyes to light up and read at night, but Yang Rui has always paid attention to it. The funds of the Ruixue group bought a lot of big lights to light up in the classroom. , not only him, but also the whole school's students benefited from it.

However, it is very common for good students to have poor eyesight. Glasses in the 1980s were very expensive, and students with low prescriptions often did not get them. Jing Yulan didn't think too much about it. She frowned slightly and said: If we talk about subordinate clauses, we don’t need to take notes today.”

"Then don't talk about subordinate clauses." Yang Rui didn't really want to take advantage of it, but just saw a beautiful tutor or something, subconsciously had an association, and took a small amount of action.

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

Looking back, there was no room in the small room, so Yang Rui simply moved a small bench, sat by the stove, and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Okay." Jing Yulan suddenly became embarrassed. Yang Rui sat aside so happily, which shows that his mind is open, maybe he didn't think about those messy things in the first place.

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

Jing Yulan was thinking wildly.

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

It was not easy to meet a beautiful woman in 1982, but it was even more difficult to meet a beautiful woman with good temperament and appearance. After all, there is neither superb makeup skills, powerful beauty PS, nor plastic surgery technology that can't be surpassed by anyone. It is really a small probability to be born beautiful and elegant, even if nothing bad happens. Special events, chatting is also very pleasant.

The conversation originally had to have a theme, and Yang Rui chose the theme, Jing Yulan didn't object, so she had the right to acquiesce.

She rarely has the opportunity to talk about her own affairs with others, her father's identity and crimes, and the family's financial constraints and difficulties, which only increase Jing Yulan's pressure.

If it wasn't for the end of the movement and her father's old subordinates helping her find a job, Jing Yulan would have collapsed long ago. Now even if I try my best to persist, my mother keeps petitioning, my younger brother is constantly unemployed, and my father is weak.

They were all like heavy stones, weighing on her heart.

Jing Yulan really needs a carefree chat, using English, using clauses, using clauses of clauses to vent all the anger and pressure.

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

Yang Rui didn't take it seriously, whether he guessed it or not, this chat was also the most comfortable time since he traveled through time. What you see in your eyes is a dazzling beauty, what you hear in your ears is soft words, and what you smell in your nose is a fragrant breath...

The more the two talked, the happier they were.

Jing Yulan chatted with Yang Rui in simple English for a while, expressed her feelings in complex English and Russian for a while, and corrected Yang Rui's grammatical mistakes for a while. The combination of work and rest worked well, and the effect was quite good.

At the same time, Yang Rui also tried his best to do a good job as a student, kept adding water to his tutor, and pounded the stove in the middle of the room from time to time.

The small dormitory became too hot to wear a coat.

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

She wore a handmade sweater underneath, which was woven with pure black thin threads. It was supposed to be a conservative garment, but it turned into a different kind of temptation when it was put on the uneven figure.

"Welfare! It's so nice to have a tutor." Yang Rui let out a sigh like an old landlord, and then pounded the coal fire vigorously with a stick to heat up the stove even more.

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

After all, the temperature of the coal stove is limited, no matter how much Yang Rui plays with the coal inside, it is still not hot enough to make you wear a sweater.

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

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that Jing Yulan looked at her watch that she realized in surprise: "Students are about to leave school, hey, why didn't you go to class?"

"I've started self-study a long time ago." Yang Rui was tired of molesting coal lumps, dropped the stick, stretched himself, and suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"

"what?"

"I'll get something to eat, you wait." Yang Rui always has delicious food at home, otherwise it's not enough to cheer up. Think of the Baitou Mountain family on the banks of the Yalu River eating caviar every day, and think of Beijing Airport every day Airplanes deliver red wine and steaks to and from Paris, and the belief in struggle is naturally strong.

Jing Yulan was confused by the environment and treatment in front of her, and asked: "Don't you wait for your roommate to come?"

"I don't have a roommate, and this house was 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 aspects, but the accommodation conditions are superior.

Xibao Middle School has a large site and is independent from Mid-Levels. The school can build a bungalow for each teacher with some bricks, tiles and cement. Pingjiang Normal University is different. The family area has already been filled by old houses. The old teachers who worked in the school in the 1950s and 1960s also need a larger house to accommodate two or even three generations. For a young teacher like Jing Yulan, it would be nice if he could live in a single room. The size of the house is not as large as Yang Rui's dormitory.

"I'm going to get things, be careful of the wind blowing 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 the door.

Zhang Boming was almost frozen to death.

In front of the entire row of dormitories are their respective firewood rooms, which are piled with semi-waste such as firewood, coal, bricks and tiles, dilapidated desks and so on.

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

If it weren't for the iron will tempered by chasing beautiful women, ordinary people would not be able to stand for ten minutes.

Zhang Boming wanted to leave after standing there for ten minutes, but by that time, he was too stiff to walk anymore.

Hearing the sound of Yang Rui opening the door, Zhang Boming dodged subconsciously, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. Thinking about the "laughing and laughing" in the dormitory, Zhang Boming nearly cried with the dirty dirt on his head.

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

"Just passing by." Zhang Boming stood up tremblingly, but stuck his head through the door, looked at Jing Yulan pretending to be surprised, grinned and said: "Mr. Jing, we are going to the cafeteria to eat, you go ?"

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

Zhang Boming was frozen for a long time, and his dissatisfaction had accumulated to max. He said sarcastically: "You are a student, what can you cook? Tonight, the cafeteria prepared a pot of mutton, and it was Principal Zhao who specially entertained the teachers of each school... ..."

Thinking of the warm mutton soup, Zhang Boming couldn't help twitching his nose. In the era of scarcity of supplies, officials' families didn't have any surplus food. When they went to work, their mouths became even paler.

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

"What do you mean?"

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

Zhang Boming was right next to him, and when he looked up, he saw a bowl full of lamb ribs, marinated with onions, sliced ​​ginger, chili and pepper, and could smell a faint smell of rice wine.

"What is this?" Zhang Boming looked straight. If the two face-sized pots were filled with meat, they would weigh five or six catties.

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

"That's not what I'm talking about." Zhang Boming suddenly realized, and said, "Are you stealing meat from the cafeteria?"

"The meat in the cafeteria is delivered by me." Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "You group after group of visitors are like locusts. Do you think that the finances of West Fort Middle School can support you to eat like this? Don't do anything. Wouldn't you be happy to eat a sheep for nothing?"

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

Yang Rui smiled: "I dare say so much, you are thinking about meat?"

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

Zhang Boming was reluctant to part with Jing Yulan, followed Yang Rui into the door and locked the door behind him.

The stove in the room was burning, and Zhang Boming suddenly felt a warm air enveloping him, and he felt so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.

However, Jing Yulan, who was wearing a black sweater with a thin line and high collar, was even more eye-catching. Zhang Boming stared at her as if he had already entered 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 heart was hit hard: Why do you wear a sweater when Yang Rui is with you, and a windbreaker when I'm here?

Crackling...

The sound of oil splashing was heard, but it was Yang Rui who poured the whole pot of mutton into the iron pot and stir-fried it under high heat. After a while, the mutton pieces cut into two walnut-sized pieces turned brown and attractive, smelling delicious. A strong aroma.

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

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