A few days later, Shanghai Medical Department.
Xie Qingcheng in his office.
"Wow, thank you, Professor, I was wrong! I was really wrong! I have no heart! I am not a human being! I have failed your trust and the expectations of the party and the country, I'll never miss school again..."
Xie Qingcheng sat at the desk, swiped the tip of the pen across the paper, made a tick on the list, and said to the other person without looking up, "Okay. Let's go back."
The boy left in tears.
He has the means to deal with problem students. This boy majoring in clinical medicine came in arrogantly and went out with tears on his face? Before leaving, he bowed frequently to Xie Qingcheng, choked up and promised that he would reform himself and become a new person, and would never skip classes in the future, nor would he skip Professor Xie's class.
Xie Qingcheng closed the notebook and folded his fingers in front of him.
These boys who have problems with their learning attitudes have promised him that they will correct themselves in the future. Unless He Yu can also persuade all the girls on the other form to go ashore, He Yu really won't be able to play against him in this game.
He sat upright in the office chair, only feeling that the winning ticket was in his hands, so he thought for a while how to train the defeated elementary school bully.
After thinking for a moment, the phone suddenly rang.
"Hello."
"Professor Xie, it's me."
The caller was a freshman in the forensic department.
Like He Yu, this girl is also a scholar. Although she appeared on He Yu's talk list, she was one of Xie Qingcheng's most disciplined students.
She was specially arranged by Xie Qingcheng.
As a ruthless lady who studies the zombie giant concept more than Dior Chanel, she does not have to come to the chartered professional class for no other reason. Progress is much faster.
This kind of goddess and goddess is often incoherent. She doesn't communicate much with her classmates, and not all teachers listen to her words, but she respects Xie Qingcheng very much.
Firstly, it is because Xie Qingcheng is really strong in her major, which can stimulate the female academic tyrant's strong psychology, and secondly, it is because she applied for independent study, the school did not allow it, and Xie Qingcheng replaced it For the opportunity she won, she said that she would teach students according to their aptitude, so the female scholar was grateful to Xie Qingcheng.
"Professor Xie, that boy named He Yu came to me."
"What did he say."
"He didn't even persuade me to study hard. He said that he was sent by you to have a heart-to-heart with me, and asked me to have a cup of coffee with him tomorrow."
"You go, but don't listen to him."
"I know, I will definitely help you with this." The female student is domineering, "But Professor Xie, he is from Shanghai University next door, not from our medical school, how can you talk to him? Do you know, he is your relative?"
"The son of an acquaintance." Xie Qingcheng said, "His father helped me before. When my son encountered some problems, I helped teach him."
He is also the truth, if it wasn't for He Jiwei, he might not care about He Yu for so long.
"Oh." Xueba didn't ask any more questions, "Then I know, you can rest assured that I will not let you down. I will read the book first, and I will hang up."
Xie Qing took the line, threw the phone in his pocket, packed up the teachers and went back to the dormitory.
Of course, Xie Qingcheng also knew that He Yu was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He watched from the sidelines. After only two days a week, the girls who were still in their minds returned to the classroom one by one. It increased. By Thursday, all eleven students except the female student tyrants had no end to their troubles and returned to the classroom to sit.
The female student is the last one.
On Thursday afternoon, Xueba came to him with a question book and asked him for advice.
"I found it." The neat and capable girl with a ponytail replied, "I found it twice a week, both for afternoon tea with me."
But when the girl said this, she hesitated for a while, and then said: "It's just that he...he didn't talk to me about truancy or anything, he just asked me out for a walk. , have a heart-to-heart talk."
Xie Qing frowned slightly.
It's Thursday, and you haven't gotten down to business yet?
There are still three days left to turn the page this week, what is He Yu's plan...
In a trance, the female scholar suddenly coughed: "Professor Xie."
"Huh?" He lifted his eyes and glanced at her absently.
"I have a question for you."
"You say it." Xie Qingcheng had already picked up the pen for solving the problem from the table.
But the next sentence of the female Xueba asked him to cover the pen again—
Xueba asked a question that had nothing to do with study: "Well, did He Yu edit and direct class 1001 at Shanghai University?"
Only a straight man like Xie Qingcheng can ask this in the girl's words, and he still doesn't understand what the other party is thinking. He frowned and looked at the Iron Lady, who was standing holding a notebook in front of him. What was she asking about?
In the end, she nodded dryly: "Yes. What's the matter."
"Nothing." Xueba said decisively, spread out the notebook and successfully distracted the teacher's attention, "Professor Xie, this is a question related to your major that I sorted out this week, Please help me out."
It's Sunday.
The female Xueba sent him a message: "Professor Xie, are you free tonight? I thought about it for a day and realized something, can I talk to you?"
So at half past six in the evening, Xie Qingcheng came to the door of the office as scheduled.
His office is on the fifth floor of the teaching building, at the very end of the corridor. When he walked along the long corridor, he did not recognize the girl standing by the handrail at all.
When he came to the door of his office, he started to touch the key to open the door, but he automatically ignored the girl who was close at hand, and even when the other party called "Professor Xie", his The first reaction was not to look at the girl, but to look left and right, trying to find the student who was wearing a white T and jeans in a clear soup forever.
“…Professor Xie, I am here.”
Xie Qingcheng looked back: "…"
After a while, he subconsciously took a step back, the back of his head slammed into the aluminum alloy security door of the office with a "bang!"
"Professor! Are you all right?"
"...I'm fine."
It's okay for him to bump, but the girl in front of him seems to have a bigger problem.
The female scholar is completely different from usual.
She let go of the ponytail she had been wearing, let the stylist blow her hair fluffy, put on delicate makeup, wore a pure white tulle dress, and slender legs It is made of jade chop, straight down, and the line ends on a pair of black satin high heels. The high-heeled shoes had silver buckles adorning her tender ankles against her pink nails.
Xie Qingcheng confirmed it for several rounds before coming to the conclusion that this is indeed not a fake, there is no doubt that it is genuine.
He suddenly felt his head hurt even more, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.
As expected, the next sentence of the female Xueba bluntly pointed out her purpose: "Professor Xie, that, I came to tell you, I went out with He Yu again today, this is The last time he talked to me about letting me go back to the classroom, but he also told me about the agreement between you."
“…”
"Professor Xie, although I respect you very much, I don't think it's good for you to take advantage of others' dangers like this. It's really not what a person who is a teacher should do."
Xie Qingcheng's hand that was going to take the key to open the door stopped: "...He Yu said something to you."
"He said everything, he said that his confession to the person he liked was unsuccessful. You let him hone and hone, so you set him a lot of difficult challenges."
Xie Qingcheng raised his hand, and his well-knotted fingers grabbed his forehead hair, and irritably messed up the originally meticulously combed hair, with a few strands of black hair hanging down.
He was behind the scattered black, staring at her with a pair of cold and sharp peach blossom eyes, tutted and turned his eyes away: "It's not as simple as you think."
After a pause, she added:
"...Forget it, you can go back."
But the female Xueba didn't leave, she still stared at him with the persistence of Xueba: "Teacher, you have to understand He Yu's mood, don't embarrass him at this time. I think this is really what you did wrong, and I hope you will have the opportunity to apologize to He Yu in the future."
…
He Yu gave her a blood poison.
Xie Qingcheng's expression became much colder, his eyes pierced from his broken hair: "I ask you to go back, do you understand."
"Understood. But before I go back, I want to confess to you, professor. I have already told He Yu about the private agreement between you and me."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"No way, he's sincere to me, and I don't want to lie to him. You put me on the list specifically to win him, I really can't hide it for you."
The little traitor finally bowed to Xie Qingcheng politely.
"Excuse me."
Xie Qingcheng only felt a terrible headache, but he couldn't really care about the female students, so he could only grit his teeth and read in a low voice: "He, Yu..."
Shake light and shadow.
Not far in front of you, there are footsteps.
Then—
"Professor Xie looking for me?"
What turned out in front of him was a tall boy with pockets and a one-shoulder schoolbag on his back. The boy's expression was stretched, calm, and under his broad and comfortable forehead, a pair of almond eyes drooped Eyelashes, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
He Yu had been hiding behind a large Gothic column at the end of the corridor, the female scholar didn't know, neither did Xie Qingcheng.
When the female school tyrant was filled with righteous indignation for him, and when Xie Qingcheng was blocked by the students and couldn't say a word, He Yu actually leaned on his back with his hands in his pockets. Listen from behind that **** three-man gothic column.
Is this **** human?
Xie Qing's face was blue and his eyes were dark: "You—"
"Oh, you can't talk about me." He Yu raised his hand and made a shush gesture, his slightly squinted eyes seemed to be filled with a ruffian that no one else could detect.
He looked at Xie Qingcheng from top to bottom, and sneered: "You find someone to plot against me first, and the co-author won't let me win. If I try to deal with you like this, it's not me. Despicable, right?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
If you lose, you will only lose your face.
Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said no more.
After a while, Xie Qingcheng said: "How did you deceive her? Look at the ghostly appearance she is now dressed in. Does she still look like a student? Halter shirt and miniskirt..."
"Isn't it bad?" He Yu walked around and stood a short distance away from Xie Qingcheng, with one hand still in his pocket, and the other still clutching the buckle of the shoulder bag, the only difference being that they were farther apart. After getting closer, he lowered his eyes and lowered his eyelashes to see Xie Qingcheng's movements even more naked.
"Then you say, what should a student look like."
He approached him as if to nail him to the door panel.
"Culture shirt, jeans, high ponytail, no makeup?"
"Dr. Xie," he sighed, "I actually wanted to tell you a long time ago that it's not just me who is sick, you have to take a look. Your desire to control is too strong. Do you know about male cancer? How old is it, you still feel ignorant when a girl wears a suspender skirt."
took a step closer, almost drooping her face, nose to nose.
This distance will be ambiguous for the opposite sex, but both of them are male and have no same-sex sexual orientation, so this becomes an aggressive and aggressive distance.
This kind of information does not need any special language explanation, and it naturally goes straight into Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood.
Xie Qingcheng was forced by He Yu to lean back against the cold door panel. After thinking about it, he felt very uncomfortable. Xie Qingcheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and raised his hand against He Yu's strong and generous chest.
"Forget it. I'm not talking nonsense with you, you get out of the way."
"...Wait a minute, Xie Qingcheng."
After walking more than ten meters away, He Yu turned his head and stopped him leisurely behind him.
He Yuyang took a look at the list he took out from his schoolbag at some point: "You lose this game."
This is not enough, after this scum, he stuffed the list into his bag, and then took out a piece of pink wrapping paper.
He Yu raised his eyes, looked at him one after another, raised his hand, slowly unwrapped the packaging ribbon, and said leisurely: "Although the professor is playing an exercise game with me, but you If you lose, you should be punished. Otherwise, it will be boring."
“…”
"You tell me, as a professor, an elder, or my former personal doctor, but you are so unruly, you say I should punish you. What should I do to you, it counts taught you a little lesson?"
Losers can't lose grace, willing to gamble to admit defeat.
Xie Qing said indifferently: "What do you want."
"What a pity, I haven't thought about it yet."
He Yuwen said.
"Let's owe it first, and I'll reckon with it later."
"Together?"
"Hmm. I think you'll lose to me next."
Xie Qingcheng couldn't hold back his temper: "He Yu, don't be too arrogant."
"Don't dare." He Yu smiled, saying this, but "dare" to touch Xie Qingcheng with provocative eyes, "But Professor Xie is best not to You cheated, your skills are not good, as long as you make a move, it is easy for me to find out."
His tone was still polite.
As he spoke, the pink wrapping paper was torn in his hand.
It turned out to be a piece of chocolate, but it was crooked. It didn't look like it was bought from outside, but a clumsy hand made by a novice.
"Didn't you just ask me how I communicated with others? It's nothing, just invited her to afternoon tea twice before, and I just accompanied her to the handmade chocolate class. She doesn't have any friends at school. , Other students think she is not gregarious and yin and yang is strange, in fact, she is very easy to get along with. It's just that no one will take the initiative to invite her when they are playing. "
He said, and snapped the chocolate bar, containing a small piece of brown cocoa butter between the two rows of white teeth.
Then carrying a shoulder bag, he walked past Xie Qingcheng.
"So sweet."
Xueba left after he finished speaking, and threw it to Xie Qingcheng with the back of a gentle sunset.
Same time.
Twilight is sinking, in a villa in Shanghai.
The woman's high heels stepped on the bricks of the terrace, and the red skirt swept over the man's legs.
"Mr. Duan." She smiled and sat beside the man, lighting a cigarette for him.
"Have everything in Liang Jicheng's house been destroyed?"
"All clean."
Boss Duan smiled, took the cigarette she offered, and took a puff. The woman pushed back her long wavy hair and wanted to follow the trend to ask for a kiss. Boss Duan turned his face to the side, avoided it, and sniffed around her neck.
"How many people have you slept with today? It's all taste."
"Isn't it all for you?" The woman lazily said, "When can I attack Shanghai University? I'm tired of sleeping with those school managers, greasy old things ."
"Those school managers are old, Mr. Huang is not old? I think you like him very much."
The woman fiddled with her hair with her fingertips coquettishly: "Mr. Huang is not old, the more you live, the more graceful you are. But..." She smiled, "I prefer you, Mr. Duan..."
Boss Duan raised his finger, touched her soft lips, and said lightly: "If you continue to be so unruly, I have to talk to your boss Huang. Guess he knows , will you be angry?"
The woman froze for a moment and forced a smile: "I'm just kidding with you. So serious."
Boss Duan raised his hand and touched her hair, his eyes were calm: "Do your business well, after I saw the accident in Chengkang Hospital, there were a lot of people down there who were eager to move, not too sure. Be safe. You can play with those hamsters for a while, and when the hackers we raise here come with equipment purchased from the United States, the work of deterring the mice can begin. "
He lifted the woman's chin and looked at her face.
Whisper softly: "At that time, the technology will depend on hackers, but it will still depend on you and her to clean the hamster cage of Shanghai University."
The light shines on the woman's face, which is a delicate face.
—That was the female teacher of Shanghai University, Jiang Liping!
Among the old hamsters, I'm going to be a 'bug'..."
A few days later, Shanghai Medical Department.
Xie Qingcheng in his office.
"Wow, thank you, Professor, I was wrong! I was really wrong! I have no heart! I am not a human being! I have failed your trust and the expectations of the party and the country, I'll never miss school again..."
Xie Qingcheng sat at the desk, swiped the tip of the pen across the paper, made a tick on the list, and said to the other person without looking up, "Okay. Let's go back."
The boy left in tears.
He has the means to deal with problem students. This boy majoring in clinical medicine came in arrogantly and went out with tears on his face? Before leaving, he bowed frequently to Xie Qingcheng, choked up and promised that he would reform himself and become a new person, and would never skip classes in the future, nor would he skip Professor Xie's class.
Xie Qingcheng closed the notebook and folded his fingers in front of him.
These boys who have problems with their learning attitudes have promised him that they will correct themselves in the future. Unless He Yu can also persuade all the girls on the other form to go ashore, He Yu really won't be able to play against him in this game.
He sat upright in the office chair, only feeling that the winning ticket was in his hands, so he thought for a while how to train the defeated elementary school bully.
After thinking for a moment, the phone suddenly rang.
"Hello."
"Professor Xie, it's me."
The caller was a freshman in the forensic department.
Like He Yu, this girl is also a scholar. Although she appeared on He Yu's talk list, she was one of Xie Qingcheng's most disciplined students.
She was specially arranged by Xie Qingcheng.
As a ruthless lady who studies the zombie giant concept more than Dior Chanel, she does not have to come to the chartered professional class for no other reason. Progress is much faster.
This kind of goddess and goddess is often incoherent. She doesn't communicate much with her classmates, and not all teachers listen to her words, but she respects Xie Qingcheng very much.
Firstly, it is because Xie Qingcheng is really strong in her major, which can stimulate the female academic tyrant's strong psychology, and secondly, it is because she applied for independent study, the school did not allow it, and Xie Qingcheng replaced it For the opportunity she won, she said that she would teach students according to their aptitude, so the female scholar was grateful to Xie Qingcheng.
"Professor Xie, that boy named He Yu came to me."
"What did he say."
"He didn't even persuade me to study hard. He said that he was sent by you to have a heart-to-heart with me, and asked me to have a cup of coffee with him tomorrow."
"You go, but don't listen to him."
"I know, I will definitely help you with this." The female student is domineering, "But Professor Xie, he is from Shanghai University next door, not from our medical school, how can you talk to him? Do you know, he is your relative?"
"The son of an acquaintance." Xie Qingcheng said, "His father helped me before. When my son encountered some problems, I helped teach him."
He is also the truth, if it wasn't for He Jiwei, he might not care about He Yu for so long.
"Oh." Xueba didn't ask any more questions, "Then I know, you can rest assured that I will not let you down. I will read the book first, and I will hang up."
Xie Qing took the line, threw the phone in his pocket, packed up the teachers and went back to the dormitory.
Of course, Xie Qingcheng also knew that He Yu was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He watched from the sidelines. After only two days a week, the girls who were still in their minds returned to the classroom one by one. It increased. By Thursday, all eleven students except the female student tyrants had no end to their troubles and returned to the classroom to sit.
The female student is the last one.
On Thursday afternoon, Xueba came to him with a question book and asked him for advice.
"I found it." The neat and capable girl with a ponytail replied, "I found it twice a week, both for afternoon tea with me."
But when the girl said this, she hesitated for a while, and then said: "It's just that he...he didn't talk to me about truancy or anything, he just asked me out for a walk. , have a heart-to-heart talk."
Xie Qing frowned slightly.
It's Thursday, and you haven't gotten down to business yet?
There are still three days left to turn the page this week, what is He Yu's plan...
In a trance, the female scholar suddenly coughed: "Professor Xie."
"Huh?" He lifted his eyes and glanced at her absently.
"I have a question for you."
"You say it." Xie Qingcheng had already picked up the pen for solving the problem from the table.
But the next sentence of the female Xueba asked him to cover the pen again—
Xueba asked a question that had nothing to do with study: "Well, did He Yu edit and direct class 1001 at Shanghai University?"
Only a straight man like Xie Qingcheng can ask this in the girl's words, and he still doesn't understand what the other party is thinking. He frowned and looked at the Iron Lady, who was standing holding a notebook in front of him. What was she asking about?
In the end, she nodded dryly: "Yes. What's the matter."
"Nothing." Xueba said decisively, spread out the notebook and successfully distracted the teacher's attention, "Professor Xie, this is a question related to your major that I sorted out this week, Please help me out."
It's Sunday.
The female Xueba sent him a message: "Professor Xie, are you free tonight? I thought about it for a day and realized something, can I talk to you?"
So at half past six in the evening, Xie Qingcheng came to the door of the office as scheduled.
His office is on the fifth floor of the teaching building, at the very end of the corridor. When he walked along the long corridor, he did not recognize the girl standing by the handrail at all.
When he came to the door of his office, he started to touch the key to open the door, but he automatically ignored the girl who was close at hand, and even when the other party called "Professor Xie", his The first reaction was not to look at the girl, but to look left and right, trying to find the student who was wearing a white T and jeans in a clear soup forever.
“…Professor Xie, I am here.”
Xie Qingcheng looked back: "…"
After a while, he subconsciously took a step back, the back of his head slammed into the aluminum alloy security door of the office with a "bang!"
"Professor! Are you all right?"
"...I'm fine."
It's okay for him to bump, but the girl in front of him seems to have a bigger problem.
The female scholar is completely different from usual.
She let go of the ponytail she had been wearing, let the stylist blow her hair fluffy, put on delicate makeup, wore a pure white tulle dress, and slender legs It is made of jade chop, straight down, and the line ends on a pair of black satin high heels. The high-heeled shoes had silver buckles adorning her tender ankles against her pink nails.
Xie Qingcheng confirmed it for several rounds before coming to the conclusion that this is indeed not a fake, there is no doubt that it is genuine.
He suddenly felt his head hurt even more, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.
As expected, the next sentence of the female Xueba bluntly pointed out her purpose: "Professor Xie, that, I came to tell you, I went out with He Yu again today, this is The last time he talked to me about letting me go back to the classroom, but he also told me about the agreement between you."
“…”
"Professor Xie, although I respect you very much, I don't think it's good for you to take advantage of others' dangers like this. It's really not what a person who is a teacher should do."
Xie Qingcheng's hand that was going to take the key to open the door stopped: "...He Yu said something to you."
"He said everything, he said that his confession to the person he liked was unsuccessful. You let him hone and hone, so you set him a lot of difficult challenges."
Xie Qingcheng raised his hand, and his well-knotted fingers grabbed his forehead hair, and irritably messed up the originally meticulously combed hair, with a few strands of black hair hanging down.
He was behind the scattered black, staring at her with a pair of cold and sharp peach blossom eyes, tutted and turned his eyes away: "It's not as simple as you think."
After a pause, she added:
"...Forget it, you can go back."
But the female Xueba didn't leave, she still stared at him with the persistence of Xueba: "Teacher, you have to understand He Yu's mood, don't embarrass him at this time. I think this is really what you did wrong, and I hope you will have the opportunity to apologize to He Yu in the future."
…
He Yu gave her a blood poison.
Xie Qingcheng's expression became much colder, his eyes pierced from his broken hair: "I ask you to go back, do you understand."
"Understood. But before I go back, I want to confess to you, professor. I have already told He Yu about the private agreement between you and me."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"No way, he's sincere to me, and I don't want to lie to him. You put me on the list specifically to win him, I really can't hide it for you."
The little traitor finally bowed to Xie Qingcheng politely.
"Excuse me."
Xie Qingcheng only felt a terrible headache, but he couldn't really care about the female students, so he could only grit his teeth and read in a low voice: "He, Yu..."
Shake light and shadow.
Not far in front of you, there are footsteps.
Then—
"Professor Xie looking for me?"
What turned out in front of him was a tall boy with pockets and a one-shoulder schoolbag on his back. The boy's expression was stretched, calm, and under his broad and comfortable forehead, a pair of almond eyes drooped Eyelashes, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
He Yu had been hiding behind a large Gothic column at the end of the corridor, the female scholar didn't know, neither did Xie Qingcheng.
When the female school tyrant was filled with righteous indignation for him, and when Xie Qingcheng was blocked by the students and couldn't say a word, He Yu actually leaned on his back with his hands in his pockets. Listen from behind that **** three-man gothic column.
Is this **** human?
Xie Qing's face was blue and his eyes were dark: "You—"
"Oh, you can't talk about me." He Yu raised his hand and made a shush gesture, his slightly squinted eyes seemed to be filled with a ruffian that no one else could detect.
He looked at Xie Qingcheng from top to bottom, and sneered: "You find someone to plot against me first, and the co-author won't let me win. If I try to deal with you like this, it's not me. Despicable, right?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
If you lose, you will only lose your face.
Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said no more.
After a while, Xie Qingcheng said: "How did you deceive her? Look at the ghostly appearance she is now dressed in. Does she still look like a student? Halter shirt and miniskirt..."
"Isn't it bad?" He Yu walked around and stood a short distance away from Xie Qingcheng, with one hand still in his pocket, and the other still clutching the buckle of the shoulder bag, the only difference being that they were farther apart. After getting closer, he lowered his eyes and lowered his eyelashes to see Xie Qingcheng's movements even more naked.
"Then you say, what should a student look like."
He approached him as if to nail him to the door panel.
"Culture shirt, jeans, high ponytail, no makeup?"
"Dr. Xie," he sighed, "I actually wanted to tell you a long time ago that it's not just me who is sick, you have to take a look. Your desire to control is too strong. Do you know about male cancer? How old is it, you still feel ignorant when a girl wears a suspender skirt."
took a step closer, almost drooping her face, nose to nose.
This distance will be ambiguous for the opposite sex, but both of them are male and have no same-sex sexual orientation, so this becomes an aggressive and aggressive distance.
This kind of information does not need any special language explanation, and it naturally goes straight into Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood.
Xie Qingcheng was forced by He Yu to lean back against the cold door panel. After thinking about it, he felt very uncomfortable. Xie Qingcheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and raised his hand against He Yu's strong and generous chest.
"Forget it. I'm not talking nonsense with you, you get out of the way."
"...Wait a minute, Xie Qingcheng."
After walking more than ten meters away, He Yu turned his head and stopped him leisurely behind him.
He Yuyang took a look at the list he took out from his schoolbag at some point: "You lose this game."
This is not enough, after this scum, he stuffed the list into his bag, and then took out a piece of pink wrapping paper.
He Yu raised his eyes, looked at him one after another, raised his hand, slowly unwrapped the packaging ribbon, and said leisurely: "Although the professor is playing an exercise game with me, but you If you lose, you should be punished. Otherwise, it will be boring."
“…”
"You tell me, as a professor, an elder, or my former personal doctor, but you are so unruly, you say I should punish you. What should I do to you, it counts taught you a little lesson?"
Losers can't lose grace, willing to gamble to admit defeat.
Xie Qing said indifferently: "What do you want."
"What a pity, I haven't thought about it yet."
He Yuwen said.
"Let's owe it first, and I'll reckon with it later."
"Together?"
"Hmm. I think you'll lose to me next."
Xie Qingcheng couldn't hold back his temper: "He Yu, don't be too arrogant."
"Don't dare." He Yu smiled, saying this, but "dare" to touch Xie Qingcheng with provocative eyes, "But Professor Xie is best not to You cheated, your skills are not good, as long as you make a move, it is easy for me to find out."
His tone was still polite.
As he spoke, the pink wrapping paper was torn in his hand.
It turned out to be a piece of chocolate, but it was crooked. It didn't look like it was bought from outside, but a clumsy hand made by a novice.
"Didn't you just ask me how I communicated with others? It's nothing, just invited her to afternoon tea twice before, and I just accompanied her to the handmade chocolate class. She doesn't have any friends at school. , Other students think she is not gregarious and yin and yang is strange, in fact, she is very easy to get along with. It's just that no one will take the initiative to invite her when they are playing. "
He said, and snapped the chocolate bar, containing a small piece of brown cocoa butter between the two rows of white teeth.
Then carrying a shoulder bag, he walked past Xie Qingcheng.
"So sweet."
Xueba left after he finished speaking, and threw it to Xie Qingcheng with the back of a gentle sunset.
Same time.
Twilight is sinking, in a villa in Shanghai.
The woman's high heels stepped on the bricks of the terrace, and the red skirt swept over the man's legs.
"Mr. Duan." She smiled and sat beside the man, lighting a cigarette for him.
"Have everything in Liang Jicheng's house been destroyed?"
"All clean."
Boss Duan smiled, took the cigarette she offered, and took a puff. The woman pushed back her long wavy hair and wanted to follow the trend to ask for a kiss. Boss Duan turned his face to the side, avoided it, and sniffed around her neck.
"How many people have you slept with today? It's all taste."
"Isn't it all for you?" The woman lazily said, "When can I attack Shanghai University? I'm tired of sleeping with those school managers, greasy old things ."
"Those school managers are old, Mr. Huang is not old? I think you like him very much."
The woman fiddled with her hair with her fingertips coquettishly: "Mr. Huang is not old, the more you live, the more graceful you are. But..." She smiled, "I prefer you, Mr. Duan..."
Boss Duan raised his finger, touched her soft lips, and said lightly: "If you continue to be so unruly, I have to talk to your boss Huang. Guess he knows , will you be angry?"
The woman froze for a moment and forced a smile: "I'm just kidding with you. So serious."
Boss Duan raised his hand and touched her hair, his eyes were calm: "Do your business well, after I saw the accident in Chengkang Hospital, there were a lot of people down there who were eager to move, not too sure. Be safe. You can play with those hamsters for a while, and when the hackers we raise here come with equipment purchased from the United States, the work of deterring the mice can begin. "
He lifted the woman's chin and looked at her face.
Whisper softly: "At that time, the technology will depend on hackers, but it will still depend on you and her to clean the hamster cage of Shanghai University."
The light shines on the woman's face, which is a delicate face.
—That was the female teacher of Shanghai University, Jiang Liping!
Among the old hamsters, I'm going to be a 'bug'..."
