The Eye of the Heart [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 21

Liang Cheng probably guessed Qiao Yuanlin's intentions, but the matter has come to this point, the connection is of little significance, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with the troublemaker.

He clicked "Ignore" and merged into the crowd queuing up for ticket inspection.

Pinghai City has a high sky and a wide sea, and pleasant scenery. Many tourists come to play all year round. People come and go in the train station, and the big screen changes the information of trains that reach all over the country.

The train that Liang Cheng wanted to take was in the waiting state, in the No. 6 waiting hall, and the No. 21 entrance.

Halfway up the escalator, he turned his head and looked out of the station through the glass curtain wall, saying "goodbye" to the city in his heart.

Jin Bei drove away, the bus lingered for a long time and finally stopped at the door, and the students got off one after another.

There were less than 60 students in the two international classes. Qiao Yuanlin asked Tian Yu to help him pull the suitcase with a pack of beef jerky, and he only carried a bag of snacks.

He followed listlessly at the end of the line, checked the tickets, twisted the brim of his baseball cap back, looked up at the train number on the big screen, and read: "Waiting Hall No. 5..."

Tian Yu was on the side: "Entrance No. 21."

Qiao Yuanlin suspected that the myopia at the same table had deepened, and said, "It's in series, it's number 20."

"Oh." Tian Yu squeezed the ticket, "What's your seat number, is it by the window?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "Fuck."

Duan Sicun passed by him, cast a sharp look, and then said pointedly: "When you go out, everyone represents the image of Dezhong Middle School. Don't let me hear uncivilized words."

Qiao Yuanlin decided to stay away from Professor Duan.

A group of teenagers marched to the second floor to wait for the bus. Waiting halls No. 5 and No. 6 are actually a hall divided into two halves, with a row of retail stores in the middle.

Qiao Yuanlin found a seat with his schoolbag in his arms, and took out his mobile phone. Except for the fixed reminders of the French broadcast, reciting vocabulary, and online quizzes, there was no other news.

He poked open WeChat, and the friend request he sent went nowhere. If there was no response, it was Liang Cheng's response.

He regretted writing that crappy reason for verification, Liang Cheng must have rolled his eyes when he saw it, thinking that he was too idle.

Qiao Yuanlin took off his baseball cap and put it on his face. He suddenly remembered that the last time he wore this hat was to Linghai Island, and Liang Chengqin was on it.

His guilt is lessened, it's not because he misunderstood, who carelessly kisses others?

Just as he was thinking, a person sat next to him. Qiao Yuanlin withdrew from his own world, put on his hat, and said, "Teacher Duan."

In fact, this kind of activity is accompanied by the art teacher, and the class teacher does not have to accompany him. Duan Sicun has not been in office for a long time, so he volunteered to come to get closer to the students.

He said, "Sitting here with your lips pouted, how come you're not in a good mood?"

Qiao Yuanlin quickly pursed her lips and said, "No, maybe I went to bed too late last night."