Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

This place is sheltered, and there is occasionally a small breeze, which is very pleasant.

Mu Hanxi looked down, looked at the small black rope on her wrist, then looked away, and asked: "What class is in the first afternoon?"

Mo Zebei was silent for a few seconds before he said softly: "Quick test of the physical unit."

Mu Hanxi stunned, and hurriedly raised her wrist to look at the time. It was two o'clock in ten minutes. She remembered that high school seemed to be in class at 2:10 in the afternoon.

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy, and it's just a quiz."

Mu Hanxi glanced at her and stood up: "Go back now."

Mo Zebei stood up: "Then...Can I take you to the parking area?"

"You don't need to send it, you go back to the classroom and take a nap on the table."

"Oh." The two walked out side by side.

"Concentrate on studying," Mu Hanxi looked at her when she got out of the playground and at the fork, "wait for me to bring you delicious food."

"When will you come back?"

"Bought a train ticket for number seven."

Mo Zebei nodded.

"I am leaving."

Mo Zebei hummed.

The two walked with their backs. After passing the corner, Mo Zebei quickly ran back to the teaching building, and then climbed the fourth floor in one breath. She panted in a hurry, her chest was undulating violently, and she looked out the corridor window. She saw the familiar car, getting smaller and further away, and finally disappeared.

She stood there, staring at the void, until the preparation bell rang in her ears, she moved and walked slowly back to the classroom.

"Where did you go?" Qu Junzhi got up and let her in, "Why didn't you come back so late?"

Mo Zebei pushed aside the book on the table, folded his arms on the table, with his left cheek resting on his arm, and closed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap, but also as if he was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk to people.

After the official bell rang, the physics teacher walked in with the paper.

The physics class representative began to write papers, Qu Junzhi touched her with an elbow, Mo Zebei raised his head, and rubbed his brow.

When the papers were handed out, she immediately began to do the questions, with a serious expression on her face.

Qu Junzhi reminded in a low voice: "Don't forget to write your name."

Mo Zebei nodded.

Throughout the afternoon until the evening, Mo Zebei was silent, saying nothing.

After school in the evening, Mo Zebei remained silent on the bike ride.

She usually talks less, Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao didn't care much either.

When she returned home, she took a shower and changed her clothes. She was not in the mood to do homework. She hugged her pillow and lay on the bed muffled for half an hour.

Bored and bored, I suddenly heard the exclusive ringtone she set for Mu Hanxi.

Mu Hanxi called her! !

She lost the pillow in her arms and bounced off the bed, sliding the screen to answer the phone.

"Boy, what are you doing?" Her voice was soft and friendly.

Mo Zebei stretched out his hand and scratched his ears: "I didn't do anything, just...to lie down on the bed for a while."

"Sleepy?"

"No," Mo Zebei explained hurriedly, "just just empty his head."

"Well, a combination of work and rest is also very good."

Mo Zebei hummed.

"How did the afternoon physics test feel?" This is the first time Mu Hanxi has asked such a question on his own initiative.

Mo Zebei was a little happy. She looked at the beautiful moonlight outside and said softly: "Basically, it's not difficult."

Mu Hanxi didn't know much about her other subjects. She only heard this person say that her favorite subject was physics, and she heard that the subject was not difficult, so she asked speculatively: "Is physics your best subject?"

"Yes." Mo Zebei's grades were among the best in the whole year, but she was a little shy and was not as embarrassed to tell Mu Hanxi directly.

Mu Hanxi smiled: "I had a headache in physics when I was in school, and it was very hard to learn."

Mo Zebei was a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that the two were quite complementary, and then she whispered: "If we are at the same table, it will be fine. I will teach you physics and you will teach me English."

Mu Hanxi was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled again: "Little devil, I am six years older than you."

Speaking of the issue of age, Mo Zebei also asked, "When is your birthday?"

"August 1st." It was a coincidence. It was not the day, but Mu Hanxi's mother's amniotic fluid broke ahead of time, and finally Mu Hanxi was born on the Army Day.

"What a good day."

"Because this day is very special, grandpa and dad feel very ceremonial. When they first named them, they had to bring military characters."

"and after?"

"Later, my mother said that she suffered during pregnancy and childbirth. She had to pick her name personally. My grandma also supported her. In the end, grandpa and dad had to compromise."

Mo Zebei smiled lowly: "My aunt's name is nice." The first time she heard Lin Xiaoran say this name, she was deeply impressed.

"Um."

"Sister Mu," Mo Zebei's face turned red, "Well... why don't you ask my birthday?"

There was a silent laugh, and she followed her words and asked, "What number?"

"Children's Day."

"June 1?" In a slightly surprised tone.

"Um."

"Nice, a day of innocence and innocence."

Mo Zebei always felt a little smile in her tone.

The two chatted for a while, and finally ended the topic with Mu Hanxi going to take a bath.

After talking on the phone, Mo Zebei swept away the previous depression, went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, and started to work hard again, and did not go to bed until one o'clock in the night.

When she got into bed, she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow, and had a good night's sleep.

After having breakfast at home the next day, she rode to school as usual.

There are also quizzes today, including math tests and morning reading classes. Everyone is racing against time to review knowledge points and formulas.

At noon, Mo Zebei went to the cafeteria for dinner with them.

On the way, Meng Yuanhao started to twitter again like a bird: "Tell you two gossip."

Mo Zebei was a little sleepy and couldn't help it. His eyes yawned with tears. Zhou Ruoxin didn't want to pay attention to him, so neither of them answered the conversation.

"Really heavy news!" Meng Yuanhao turned flexibly, flashed to the opposite of them, blocking the way.

Mo Zebei covered his mouth and yawned again. Zhou Ruoxin saw her like this and glared at Meng Yuanhao, "Hurry up!"

Meng Yuanhao turned back to Zhou Ruoxin's side and looked around, looking mysteriously: "The student committee in our next class has shaved an inch."

"That's it?" Zhou Ruoxin glanced at him with an idiot look.

"Is this not enough?" Meng Yuanhao grinned, "She is a girl."

Mo Zebei rubbed his whirling eyes, slightly puzzled: "Why does she shave her head?"

"I heard that the monthly exam did not pass the exam. She was irritated, and she also found it troublesome to have long hair and wasted study time."

Zhou Ruoxin frowned, obviously not approving of this approach.

Mo Zebei was silent on the road, as if thinking about something.

After lunch, on the way back, a girl asked Zhou Ruoxin for something, and Zhou Ruoxin separated from them for a long time.

"Yuan Hao," Mo Zebei hesitated for two seconds, "Do you think I want to cut my hair?"

Meng Yuanhao didn't understand the meaning of her words: "Go if you want." He thought it was just a simple repair.

"I mean cut short."

"Huh?" Meng Yuanhao was a little confused, "How short?"

Mo Zebei raised his eyes and looked up and down Meng Yuanhao's hairstyle: "It's a little longer than you." Meng Yuanhao's short hair is a bit like Sun Shaoping in the ordinary world.

"!!!" Meng Yuanhao's eyes widened in disbelief, as if something got stuck in his throat, he was speechless for a long time, and his face was blushing.

After a while, he slowly jumped out a sentence: "Didn't you always have long hair?" Why is it suddenly going to be cut short!

"I thought about it carefully. Even if I wash my hair once every two or three days, and then blow-dry and dry it, it will take almost an hour. If I wash it three times a week, it will take three hours. A month and four weeks is 12 hours. There are still eight months from now to the college entrance examination in June next year, and it will take 96 hours in total. Rounding off, it will take one hundred hours to wash your hair."

After listening to her babble, Meng Yuanhao asked weakly: "Do you really want to cut?"

Mo Zebei's face was entangled: "I didn't fully think about it." Since she became sensible, she has always been in the impression that she has long hair, she has never cut short hair, and does not know the effect of the cut, in case it is ugly. .....

"Then I will accompany you to the barbershop tomorrow and ask the barber for their opinions. They are more experienced." In fact, what Meng Yuanhao thought in his heart was that the barber would not agree with Zebei's short haircut, after all, he is a girl. ......

"It's okay." Mo Zebei didn't think about it anymore, she is very sleepy now, and she has to hurry up and go back to the classroom to catch up.

After taking a break at noon, Mo Zebei's spirit was much better, and he studied very energetically in the afternoon and evening.

The second night of self-study was about to end. Qu Junzhi tilted his head and asked in a low voice: "Are there video discussions during the holidays?"

Mo Zebei nodded.

Qu Junzhi was relieved. She went home yesterday to make a video call to this person, but no one answered, and she didn't know what was wrong.

The bell rang after class, and the two began to pack their schoolbags. Qu Junzhi gave her a pack of snacks and said with a smile: "See you next week."

Mo Zebei took the snacks, unzipped his schoolbag, and stuffed it in: "Okay, I'm leaving now."

She cleaned up faster than Qu Jun, so she got up and left the classroom first.

After returning home, Mo Zebei took a shower and took a picture of himself, staring at his long hair a little bit in a daze.

She quit the album and sent a WeChat message to Mu Hanxi: What are you doing?

After waiting for a few minutes without reply, she put the phone in the drawer, took out the book and started to study.

After half an hour, she took out her phone again and took a look, and Mu Hanxi returned to her: chatting with her parents.

Mo Zebei wanted to ask about Mu Hanxi's opinion about the haircut, but when he saw her reply, he dispelled the idea.

She was about to put the black screen of her phone back in the drawer when Mu Hanxi sent her another message: something?

Mo Zebei deleted and deleted the input box, but did not send out the last word.

Mu Hanxi stared at the phone screen here for a long time, but the person didn't send a word.

Mother Mu tilted her head and glanced at her daughter: "What's the matter?"

Mu Hanxi smiled: "Mom, I want to make a call."

Since the meal, the daughter has been talking with herself, and this meeting should also give her a little personal space. Mu Mu nodded: "Go."

Mu Hanxi entered her bedroom, closed the door, and dialed Mo Zebei.

I picked it up in a few seconds.

"Sister Mu."

Mu Hanxin sounded, she sat down on the edge of the bed and whispered: "Little devil."

Mo Zebei's heart trembled when he heard it, and he touched his knee subconsciously.

"What did you just want to say on WeChat?"

"I..." Mo Zebei bit his lower lip lightly, "I think..."

"Um?"

The word sound was humming and **** by her.

Mo Zebeihu'er felt a bit dry in his throat, so he picked up the water glass next to him and took a few sips with his head down.

"Boy, what do you want to say?"

The cool water moisturized the throat and the itchiness alleviated. Mo Zebei gradually relaxed: "I want to go for a haircut."

There was a soft smile, but he didn't expect this person to talk about this for a long time.

Mo Zebei blushed and said anxiously: "I want to cut my hair short."

Mu Hanxi closed a smile and asked seriously: "Why do you suddenly have this idea?" She always thought that this person has pretty long hair.

Mo Zebei briefly explained, and finally asked her the question she cared most: "I cut it short, will you find it ugly?"

"No." Mu Hanxi said affirmatively. No matter what hairstyle is changed, this person's three-dimensional and beautiful facial features are there.

Mo Zebei secretly smiled, "I see."

When she hung up the phone, Mu Hanxi sat on the bed and spontaneously froze. She was quite curious about what it would be like to cut short...