When I was in college, I lived on the second floor of a new dormitory, the third and fourth floors were for teachers, and the first and second floors were for boys. It was an apartment-style dormitory, ten people to a room, with a balcony and a toilet at the back. Because of the appearance of the building, only the balconies on the first, second and third floors protruded outward.
One day, I was sitting in front of the dormitory, and suddenly I heard the brothers clamoring, so I went into the dormitory to find out what was going on. It turned out that a bra had fallen from the balcony of our dormitory, and it was a beautiful and trendy one with flowers. The brothers were playing with it and shouting, I touched the bra, it was dry, there was a little sheath taste, and we played like this all day. Later we discussed, we live upstairs is the most beautiful beautiful English teacher and a forty-year-old woman teacher, we think that forty-year-old people usually do not use such a trendy bra, this must be the beautiful English teacher. We love to look at her for a long time, and we are not willing to let this go. After a lively discussion, in this evening after the evening study, I and a brother in the dormitory put the bra on the back, step by step, a frightening walk up to the third floor, in the stairway for a while, see an old man and a young two teachers back to the dormitory, we are discussing: there is this granny in the bad action, suddenly see this granny out of the dormitory, with a lunch box, look like it is to go to the dining hall for dinner. We looked at each other, God help me, she walked past us and looked at us, we both smiled in unison and called out in unison: hello teacher. She smiled and nodded, and waited for her to walk away. We went to the door of her dormitory and knocked, knocked once, no one answered, knocked again, heard the beautiful teacher answer loudly, I am washing my hair, the door is unlocked, please come in. We looked at each other again, opened the door and went in, saw this beautiful girl washing her hair on the balcony, we went up to her and I spoke first: Hello, teacher. The beautiful woman asked, “Hello, how are you? What’s up. I pretended to be an innocent expression to open up and say: teacher, we live downstairs, you have something to fall down our here, the beauty dumbfounded, know that bad, face embarrassed a little, lowered his head to continue washing his hair and said: I did not fall, not my. I stepped forward to take out the bra and said: this thing must be your right. The beautiful woman did not even look, one hand took the bra and fell into the pan of water and said: Thank you, you go. We do not know how, so we had to go, to the stairs we two can not help laughing.
From then on, the beautiful English teacher left when she saw us from afar, if only she was teaching us.
