The handsome teacher stood on the platform directing a group of hairy kids to take their seats, and Zhou Xiaoyun naturally sat with Wang Jingjing. Happened to be in the first row, closest to the handsome teacher.

  Of course, there was a small selfishness of Zhou Xiaoyun. When the handsome teacher asked them to sit down, she took advantage of the other children's noise and sat in the first row. Wang Jingjing followed her and sat together with her.

  Finally, when the class had quieted down a bit, the handsome teacher smiled all over his face and said to the chattering children:

  "Hello everyone, I am your Chinese teacher and also your class advisor. My surname is Fang, and my full name is Fang Wen-chao. You can just call me Teacher Fang."

  "Teacher Fang..."

  "Hello Teacher Fang..."

  Zhou Xiaoyun was grateful to have met a good teacher in this life, who was not only young - much younger than the middle-aged woman Huang Laoshi next door - but also gentle and handsome. Listening to his warm and mellow male voice was simply a pleasure!

  Wang Jingjing quietly leaned over and said: "Zhou Dali, our Fang teacher is really handsome."

  Zhou Xiaoyun secretly lowered her head and smiled, who doesn't love a handsome guy!

  It was not even a full morning of classes, and school was dismissed after ten o'clock. The principal stood under the eaves and slowly pulled the rope, and the bell at the other end rang out in rhythm: Dong dong dong...

  A group of kids rushed out of the classroom and ran out of the school gate, without even lining up.

  Dabao ran to the door of Class 1 (2) and shouted for Zhou Xiaoyun to go home together, as instructed by his father, who told him to take his sister to and from school every day. He was secretly resentful about being saddled with his big sister, which meant he couldn't just skip going home after school and go out to play instead, but he didn't dare say a word in front of his father for fear of getting beaten up.

  Today is the first day of school, and Da Bao honestly came to pick up Zhou Xiaoyun.

  Classmate Shi shouted at him and waved: "Daba, we're going swimming, you come too."

  Dabao felt a pang in his heart and was extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't dare abandon his sister and let her return home alone. He could only watch as several companions laughed and walked away, feeling somewhat dejected.

  Zhou Xiaoyun followed behind Dabao and saw that he was listless. She immediately guessed the reason and let him go play too.

  Dabao said with a sad face: "Dad says you're too young and don't know the way home, so he asked me to take you back home."

  "It's okay, brother. Look, Hai Zi and Little Xia are still here. I'll go back with them, that's all. Besides, school is just one road away from home, where can I go? You can rest assured and have fun!"

  Dabao hesitated for a moment, unable to resist the temptation of swimming, and ran to chase after the few boys in front.

  Zhou Xiaoyun and Zhou Xiaoxia returned home with Zhou Zhihai and a few others.

  There were several others on the same road, including Wang Jingjing, Zhou Xiaoyun's deskmate. Wang Jingjing's home was just four or five households away from Zhou Xiaoyun's, and they had played together many times before, so they were already familiar with each other. Now that they sat at the same desk as Zhou Xiaoyun, they became even more intimate, discussing Teacher Fang all along the way.

  Hai Zi is a boy, and he doesn't care if Fang Laoshi is handsome or not. He just thinks that Fang Laoshi has a very good temper. This morning, when he and Feng Tiejun from the class got into a fight, Fang Laoshi didn't deal with him severely. Fang Laoshi asked them about the reason for the fight and told them not to fight again in the future, which made Hai Zi have a very good impression of Fang Laoshi.

  Wang Jingjing was talking to Zhou Xiaoyun about Fang Laoshi's clothes: "Did you see? Fang Laoshi is wearing a white shirt, that shirt is so white, just like... just like..." Wang Jingjing's poor brain couldn't think of an appropriate adjective to describe Fang Laoshi's crisp and snowy white shirt.

  "As white as snow."

  "Right, right, just like the snow in winter is white, Teacher Fang looks especially good."

  Zhou Xiaoxia also joined the discussion: "This Teacher Fang just graduated last year, I heard he hasn't even had a girlfriend yet. This year, not only is he teaching first-grade Chinese, but I also heard he's teaching music to fourth and fifth graders. Let me tell you, I heard Teacher Fang can sing, write calligraphy with a brush pen, and play the accordion really well."

  "Wow!" several children exclaimed in unison.

  Zhou Xiaoxia looked at everyone with ears perked up and listened attentively, then began to pour out a string of rumors:

  "Teacher Fang's Mandarin is also very good, and in our school, Teacher Fang's Mandarin is the best. Moreover, Teacher Fang's calligraphy with a brush pen is particularly beautiful, I heard that during Chinese New Year, many families buy red paper to ask Teacher Fang to write couplets..."

  Zhou Xiaoyun also listened with relish, this Fang teacher had been in this elementary school for three years and was transferred to the city. When she attended elementary school last life, Teacher Fang happened to have left, and unexpectedly, she actually met the legendary Teacher Fang.

  Zhou Xiaoyun began to look forward to her future school life, a good teacher can have a profound impact on one's life. Especially such a "talented and handsome" prince-like male teacher.

  Whispering a sentence, it's really similar to her imagined dream lover.

  We're quite far apart in age, so I guess there's no chance for us, but having more close interactions can slightly comfort that silly, restless little heart of mine!