Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 251
This question, until Xiaochi Chi’s summer vacation, remained unanswered.
He sat across from Shoucheng Zhu to write “Happy Summer Vacation”.
After writing a lesson plan on the computer, Shoucheng Zhu poked his head out and asked him, “Where do you not know how to do it?”
Xiaochi Chi took a random geometry problem and asked for advice on where to draw the auxiliary line.
He has observed that Shoucheng Zhu is an extremely patient person.
I don’t blame him for not sensing Shoucheng Zhu’s malice when he was a child. During the first three days of tutoring, Shoucheng Zhu did not show any attempt to cross the line, not even Xiaochi Chi, who was already wary of him, could find anything wrong with him.
He could only wait.
Like Xiaochi Chi, Shoucheng Zhu is also waiting.
Shoucheng Zhu is an experienced hunter, and Xiaochi Chi is a rare and excellent hunter in his career.
If I could make Xiaochi Chi fall in love with him too ……
If ……
After helping Xiaochi Chi solve his geometry problem, Shoucheng Zhu went back to his computer and continued to write on his “lesson plan”: “Xiaochi Chi, who lacks fatherly and maternal love, should be cared for emotionally.
At the end, he added today’s new edits to a folder called “Xiaochi Chi”.
Every student he loves will have such an exclusive folder on his computer.
The next day, after Xiaochi Chi came to his home, he held down his workbook, which he was about to open, as if he was afraid Xiaochi Chi’s parents would hear him, and shushed him, saying gently, “We’re not going to study today, let’s go fishing with the teacher.”
As he expected, Xiaochi Chi blinked in surprise and amazement: “Fishing?”
Shoucheng Zhu knows that few children of Xiaochi Chi’s age really like to study, and would rather go out for a day of aimless wandering than spend an hour with an exercise book.
Having been around children for many years, Shoucheng Zhu’s adult spirit is mixed with a childishness that is incompatible with his age, which makes him easy to give children the illusion that “he is in the same country as me” and makes them feel quite close to him.
He laughed and said, “Yes. The teacher wants to be lazy today and doesn’t want to go to class, can you stay with the teacher?”
To quickly get closer to your child, it’s as simple as playing with him, pleasing him, and then sharing the same secret with him.
Shoucheng Zhu took Xiaochi Chi to one of his regular fishing ponds.
The owner of the fish pond recognized him, and when he saw him carrying his fishing rod, he greeted him warmly: “Mr. Zhu, bringing students to fish again.”
Shoucheng Zhu nods to the owner.
And that really piqued Xiaochi Chi’s curiosity.
Shoucheng Zhu bowed his head and explained with a smile, “The teacher likes to fish.”
He has researched and compared and fishing is a great activity to bring students to.
Boys of this age have rarely fished, only to hear the name feel new, and usually do not take the initiative to try, often sitting for a while will be anxious.
At times like this, it’s time for Shoucheng Zhu to step up to the plate.
His fishing skills are quite advanced, equipped with hand-made aromatic bait, and understand the habits of the fish in this river, as long as the bait is secretly changed, within five minutes there will be fish on the hook.
Xiaochi Chi At this age, children of both sexes are more or less likely to admire people who can easily do things they cannot do.
About half an hour later, as planned, Shoucheng Zhu took Xiaochi Chi’s fishing rod and fished for him while he spread his legs on a small stool and slapped mosquitoes.
The waterfront is always full of mosquitoes, and without Shoucheng Zhu’s reminder, Xiaochi Chi didn’t bring anything, so Shoucheng Zhu lent Xiaochi Chi the flower lotion he had prepared.
Shoucheng Zhu swallowed lightly as he watched the pale green liquid faint on his naked arms and calves, properly restraining the gluttony in his eyes.
“Chi Xiao, your legs are so white and straight.” Shoucheng Zhu’s compliment, which was not mixed with any carnal desire, was just like a common sincere compliment, “You should go play basketball.”
Xiaochi Chi lowered his head and smeared his calves, the thin, soft muscles were pressed into a wonderful curve under his palm: “I’m a good basketball player.”
Shoucheng Zhu said, “Really? Let’s have a sparring session some day?”
Xiaochi Chi was surprised: “Teacher can play basketball, huh?”
At that moment, Shoucheng Zhu’s rod was bent by a fat, stupid fish.
He flung the fish out of the water and dropped it on the ground.
Looking at Xiaochi Chi’s eyes lit up instantly, Shoucheng Zhu was satisfied.
He picks up the fish and removes the hook from its mouth, his eyes glowing with the same strange shimmer as the fish.
In the evening, he came home, fell into bed with his clothes on, pulled up his collar and was covered with the garlic aroma of roasted fish.
But Shoucheng Zhu doesn’t want to take a shower.
He recalls the way the teenager chewed the fish in the light, and the touch of the fish as he peeled off the skin and separated the smooth flesh with his chopsticks.
He was ten thousand times glad that he had not given up on this prey before.
Shoucheng Zhu thought that he had gotten another love.
When he was in the right mood, his son made a phone call to report the news.
He said his plan to work in the U.S. has received strong praise from his superiors and, without incident, will be leaving for the U.S. in about a week for preliminary work.
The son expressed his strong reluctance on the phone, saying that the only thing he could not rest assured was his old father, asking him if he wanted to go abroad with him.
Shoucheng Zhu guarding his garden, it is the spring time, and full of sweet love, how would agree to such a proposal, mildly refused: “Good, as we agreed before, I will go to you as soon as I retire, when the time comes in the United States for you to bring children to Meizi, ah.”
The son on the other side of the phone got a little choked up and said that Plum would pack his bags for him and that he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was still in the country to hurry home and spend two days with his father.
This certainly disrupted the rhythm of Shoucheng Zhu’s strategy.
But he knows quite well how to manage his image, so after putting the phone down, he made a personal trip to the Chi family to take two days off from Xiaochi Chi’s parents.
For the next two days, all he could do was peek through the door and watch Chi Xiao pass outside, listening to the sound of his two-step descent and the sound of video game music coming from the room diagonally across the hall, and imagining the sweetness on Xiaochi Chi’s face as he did it all.
Shoucheng Zhu was a very affectionate man, and when he made up his mind to fall in love with each student, he would immerse himself in it wholeheartedly, and as a result, he gained a brand new youth every time.
After his son reluctantly said goodbye to him, Xiaochi Chi once again began his daily tutoring.
In order to dilute his boredom with studying that might arise after playing to his heart’s content, and to prevent him from transferring this boredom to himself, Shoucheng Zhu did not rush to instruct him in his homework, but made small talk during tutoring time, asking him with concern: “Chi Xiao, you have a rash.”
Xiaochi Chi lifted her arms: “Yeah. I’m very prone to rashes when I change seasons.”
“We have an old building here, it’s already humid, and when it gets hot again, it’s not easy to get a rash.” Shoucheng Zhu took out a special ointment for dermatitis and said, seemingly unintentionally, “It’s an old problem, didn’t your parents think to prepare some medicine for you?”
Xiaochi Chi bristled, “They don’t care about such things. They just think I’ve been bitten by a mosquito.”
Shoucheng Zhu shook his head and said, “It’s not like that.”
Shoucheng Zhu’s notes clearly state that there are a few simple tricks to gaining the empathy of young boys, cursing teachers, cursing parents, and talking about girls.
A hundred tries.
This time the results did not disappoint him either.
Shoucheng Zhu easily pried open Xiaochi Chi’s box, and the two of them talked about Chi’s parents together until dusk, when Xiaochi Chi became more and more angry and didn’t even want to go home, betting that it was better to play on the floor than to play here with his teacher.
Shoucheng Zhu sniffed, his heart gurgled with a small fire, being roasted to a burning thirst in his throat.
But he still adhered to the steps of the pre-written lesson plan, and gently said, “Home is still the place to go, but if you want, the door of the teacher’s home is always open to you.
Things are going so well that Shoucheng Zhu feels a little bored.
This hunt was simply not challenging for the veteran hunter.
The good thing is that the prey is tempting enough to greatly cut down on the uninteresting process of the chase.
For almost half a month of tutoring, Shoucheng Zhu took care of this beautiful fruit, ripening it little by little.
Summer is a great time to harvest.
One day at noon, when the electric switch clicked off, when he tossed and turned in bed drenched in sweat and found himself missing Xiaochi Chi too much, Shoucheng Zhu knew that it was time.
Shoucheng Zhu got out of bed in his slippers and did a thorough check of everything, checking the refrigerator and stocking the bedside table with candy.
Each child, after being harvested, is given a candy.
When Shoucheng Zhu spread the sheet a little flat, he touched a thin brownish halo and remembered that this sheet seemed to be used by the last child lying here.
The blood on the top, how to wash can not be washed off.
Shoucheng Zhu still vaguely remembers the bewildered look in the child’s eyes as he lay on his bed after the deed was done.
He asked in a small voice, “Teacher, did I do something wrong?”
Shoucheng Zhu told him that it was love, and then took his picture.
…… meticulous to every point.
Shoucheng Zhu, as a skilled worker, knows all too well the intensity of a boy’s shame.
They won’t speak out about the hurt they’ve suffered because the world talks about sex every day.
If the weak girl was hurt, but also rely on the “natural physical vulnerability of women” to add a layer of helpless sadness □ □ color, then the boy does not even deserve to have this credential, and even in addition to the injury, more to get a male identity of contempt for him.
“Can’t you just run?”.
“Can’t even beat it?”
“Then you’re really wasted, you can’t even fight.”
The boys who were hurt at an early age are often a hundred times more ashamed than the girls, even if they are anonymous on the Internet, they do not want to talk about it, and would rather have the matter rotten in their hearts, even with the heart, spleen, lungs and kidneys a piece of decay, but not to others.
The photos and videos left by Shoucheng Zhu cut off their last ounce of revenge.
Unless Shoucheng Zhu is killed, no one can guarantee that what they left behind when they were ignorant will not spread, will not ruin their existing families, ruin their reputation, and reduce them to a bit of gossip and laughing matter for others to enjoy after dinner.
Their life has been from the wounded roots, do they have to be because of this person, choke off their good easily born in the ruins of the flower.
As a result, in the end, leaving only a seemingly light-hearted, in fact, a lot of holes in the “forget it”.
Shoucheng Zhu did not change this sheet.
He walked up to Xiaochi Chi’s house and knocked on the door.
“Did you take a nap? The power is out here, it’s weirdly hot, I have green bean lollipops at home, you coming.”
The sleepy-eyed child inside followed as usual unsuspectingly with his school bag.
Shoucheng Zhu gazed fascinatedly at the child eating a green bean lollipop across the room and gently wiped the corner of his lips with a paper.
Xiaochi Chi subconsciously avoided it at first, but soon tamed down: “Thank you, teacher.”
A beautiful child is most enticing no matter what she says.
And a beautiful and gentle child is, in Shoucheng Zhu’s opinion, the treasure of the world.
Shoucheng Zhu speaks softly and wildly of love, tenderly, complimentingly, overflowing with the poetry and passion of a prose poem.
It went beyond belief, and Xiaochi Chi, as clueless as any child he had ever seen, laid down on the bloodied sheet at his command.
Shoucheng Zhu was about to press on his fruit, ready to harvest it, when he suddenly froze.
“…… teacher.”
Xiaochi Chi’s voice sounded a little shaky, but Shoucheng Zhu had no time to tell if it was fear or excitement.
“Why aren’t you moving?”
The cold sweat on Shoucheng Zhu’s back was tearing down.
…… He didn’t know when the paper cutter was held in Xiaochi Chi’s hand.
And now, the tip of the knife, glistening with snow, is resting between his legs.
