Ding ding dong dong, dong dong ding ding.

The bell rang at the end of get out of class, and there were sounds of books closing in the classroom of the second-year (4) class of Jiangcheng Boxue Middle School.

Chen Changyan never delays the class, and this habit makes students love and hate.

Love is easy to understand.

Hate is limited to some girls... Teacher Chen is handsome. He can watch him for one minute after class. Although he can lick the screen after class, he can see him. But isn’t it good to see if he can live?

Teacher Chen looks a bit like the male protagonist in a costume idol drama.

A face with a distinctive outline, with a very oriental beauty, flying into the temples, and there seemed to be a Milky Way in its big ink-like eyes.

When he walked into the classroom, he always carried a faint bamboo fragrance on his body.

Since he started teaching this class's ideological and political education half a year ago, the proportion of girls in the front row has become more sneakily...

The get out of class is over, but the girls in the class generally don’t let him go so easily: “Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen… What you are talking about today says that matter exists objectively, so does the time traveler exist or does not exist?”

Chen Changyan's face was like spring breeze and replied with a smile: "Materials exist objectively. Another meaning is that substances that cannot be verified cannot be said to do not exist... If you have nothing to do, please read less Weibo and read more books."

"Hehe, if I want to brush, I will only brush Teacher Chen's Weibo. Teacher Chen, why don't you always post selfies?"

"But, but Teacher Chen..." another girl asked, "The arrest of time travelers did not appear on hot searches so often. Although they were quickly withdrawn... But the teacher thinks, could something really happen?"

"Yes, I said yesterday that I caught another one in Hatano City next to me."

"I also saw that Weibo post on my circle of friends, saying that I had soaked in Xiangu Hot Spring. As a result, the water rising up swept across half the mountain..."

"What do you think about Teacher Chen?"

The girls who were at the age of gossip shot their expectant eyes at Chen Changyan.

Chen Changyan thought for a moment and smiled and said, "Well, let's say that, before seeing that circle of friends, do you know the Banshan Hot Spring in Xiangu City?"

The girls shook their heads one after another.

"Since the first Donghang Community, where the traveler was first to discover, the housing prices soared, the business districts, attractions, and restaurants that followed the trend seemed to be doing well, right?" Chen Changyan looked at the girls with a gentle smile.

"Oh, this is what the teacher said before, the float effect." A girl said.

"Li Siqian, I've learned very well." Chen Changyan cast a praise look at her.

"...It's not true, it's a pity." Some girls were quite disappointed.

"Okay, Teacher Chen said, believe in science," said Li Siqian.

Chen Changyan looked at his watch, picked up the book and went out.

When he left the classroom, the girl he praised was going crazy.

"Wow, did you hear me or not? He called me my name, he remembered mine!"

"Teacher Chen is such a gentle and patient person. What's the big deal about remembering your name..."

"Let's go, hurry up and go to WC."

...

Crazy.

In the men's toilet next to the infirmary, the sound of flushing covered an extremely low roar.

Chen Changyan vigorously tore a piece of gauze on the lower abdomen on his right and put it in an opaque black bag hanging next to it.

When I looked down, there was a layer of gray-brown scab on the edge of the wound, and the blood no longer flowed out. There was only some light red bad liquid, which was still slowly seeping out.

Chen Changyan skillfully prescribed a bottle of normal saline and fell down low. The sound of running water slowly sliding down from his skin was almost inaudible.

He took out a new piece of gauze, wiped the wound clean, then took out a bottle of thick black medicine and applied it evenly on the wound.

When the medicine touches the wound, it winds around as if it is spiritual. When it reaches the deeper place of the incision, it plunges into it, and slowly flows through the shallow place. It lasts for about twenty minutes. There is no trace of the medicine on the wound.

Chen Changyan took the remaining little saline water and shook the thick black medicine bottle clean. He washed the medicine into the toilet. After that, he applied a thin layer of anti-inflammatory medicine and wrapped the wound with gauze again, throwing all the bottles and jars into the black plastic bag.

When you go out, you will be in the infirmary.

The trash can at the door is filled with gauze and cotton swabs and other wastes.

Chen Changyan gently threw the black plastic bag inside and walked away.

...

Jiangcheng is a large city with three railway stations and eleven Yangtze River Bridges.

Boxue Middle School is also a large school. It is separated by a wall from the junior high school and the high school. It covers an area of ​​160 acres, has four gardens, an auditorium that can accommodate 700 people at the same time, and a standard football field of 8,000 seats.

In such a big environment, Chen Changyan, who had been staying for almost a whole day, kept his teeth tightly clenched.

When he returned to his shared cottage of less than 20 square meters, he sat on a hard chair, his tight muscles all over his body relaxed little by little.

This house is a two-bedroom and one living room, and Chen Changyan lives in the second bedroom.

There was a girl living in another room. She was not old and had pink hair dyed and liked to tie her ponytails. She usually went home to sleep during the day and went out at night, so she didn't spend much time at home.

The two of them had never met several times because of their completely opposite schedule.

But girls have his WeChat and often send him some ancient costumes, called Cosplay, and even forcefully pull him into the club. For a while, they said that there was a position missing in the group, and pulling him into the club was particularly crazy.

That night, Chen Changyan posted a photo of outstanding young teachers on his Moments...

After that, the girl next door rarely came to harass him again, but she complained on her circle of friends: "I can't live this life anymore, and the handsome guys have handed over to the country."

Chen Changyan gave her a thumbs up.

His own circle of friends is relatively clean, and there are only three types of content.

The first category is to forward the teaching achievements and good news of the leaders and colleagues.

The second category is some spiritual chicken soup that I excerpted from the book.

The third category is the photos of the group of stray cats downstairs.

In the eyes of leaders and colleagues, he is a positive and easy-to-get-friendly teacher.

In the eyes of the students, he is a gentle, kind and caring big brother.

In the eyes of girls, handsome.

He sat in a chair and watched the sunset for about ten minutes before turning on the computer and starting to do the lesson plan for the next lesson.

There are principles and methodologies about the dialectical relationship between matter and consciousness, and there are many contents. There are also other key points of Marxist dialectics interspersed in the middle, and the explanation points inside and outside the class are very complicated.

He has to sort out a sequence so that students can better understand and absorb.

Next to his computer was a stack of reference books.

Xinhua Dictionary, Idiom Dictionary, Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary, etc.

The sunset has set.

A circle of veil-like dusk gradually sank into the darkness in the sky, making the hut darker.

But Chen Changyan did not turn on the lights. He just raised his wrist again, looked at the time again, and continued to work at his desk.

I was busy until about eleven o'clock.

A girl sent a link to his cell phone.

The title is: El Salvador officially confirmed the arrest of the time traveler and was confirming its capabilities, and countries did not respond to this.

Chen Changyan gently closed the cover of his laptop and replied to the phone: "They also admit Bitcoin."

He looked at the dark night outside and looked slightly smiling.

On summer nights, the moon is very light and the stars are very bright... They say that many stars are bigger and many times larger than the moon. They say that the moon actually does not shine, but only reflects. They also say that the earth under their feet is rotating at a speed of 7.292×10^(-5) per second...

Chen Changyan raised his head with a sense of laughter and cry, closed his eyes, and took the arm of his right hand to block the moonlight sprinkled outside the window.

"So, why call us time travelers? I am the only one who thinks this title is ugly?"

Drop, dop.

Two slow prompt sounds came from the phone.

Chen Changyan returned to his seat with his raised chair, and he looked down at his watch again.

The thick hour hand and the enchanting minute hand clicked and turned to the overlapping position.
Chapter completed!