"Professor of Chinese Painting Department?" Kang Binbin asked stupidly.
Qi Linqing nodded.
Kang Binbin: "..."
What the hell he studied was the Department of Chinese Painting.
This is destined to be a day for Kang Binbin to be in a trance.
He never thought that a freshman who just entered college could be hired as a professor.
Isn't that outrageous
But he saw with his own eyes the administrator of the teacher's apartment greeted him with a smile, handed the key to Qi Linqing warmly and respectfully, and said:
"Professor Qi, your room is on the third floor, 312. Turn left at the entrance and there is an elevator. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. My personal phone number is xxxxxx."
Kang Binbin was shocked and dazed, and couldn't help but think that he is a sophomore now, Qi Linqing should... not be his teacher, right
But he remembered that he seemed to have just failed a course last year.
"Qi, Qi. Cough." Kang Binbin really didn't know how to address the other party, so he simply skipped the procedure and asked directly, "Which class do you teach?"
Qi Linqing thought for a moment, and replied: "It should be the practice of traditional Chinese painting in the freshman year."
Kang Binbin: "..."
Done.
Kang Binbin was sweating profusely all over his body, which meant that Qi Linqing had the power to kill.
This is the course he failed last year.
But now is the chance!
Kang Binbin told himself to cheer up. As long as you can please Professor Qi, passing the exam is not a dream.
The teacher's apartment in the Academy of Fine Arts is decorated in a high-end style, with two households in one elevator, equipped with 24-hour property management, which is no different from the outside communities. As long as the teacher and the school sign a contract, they can have permanent property rights. In City B, where gold and land are scarce, the policy proposed by the school completely solved the teachers' anxiety about housing loans.
There are two types of rooms.
One is a one-bedroom, two-living room for families with children, with an area of about 100 square meters.
The other is a single apartment, 65 square meters, with excellent lighting and a large balcony.
The room assigned to Qi Linqing by the school is the latter.
Kang Binbin had never been in the teacher's apartment, so he wanted to pay his respects.
"Send it to the end, let me help you carry your luggage upstairs." He said positively.
Qi Linqing: "Thank you very much."
went upstairs.
The entrance is a brand new white wall and lacquered wooden door.
Qi Linqing's room is opposite 131. There are shoe racks, pink children's bicycles and other things at the door. Obviously, a teacher has already moved in.
The key opened the door.
The apartment is clean and bright, with a small kitchen on the left, and a living room, balcony and bedroom further forward.
The furniture is complete, and there are boxes of rice noodles, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and various daily necessities on the floor, as well as a list of items.
Qi Linqing picked up the list and took a look, only to realize that it was a benefit provided by the school to new teachers.
He turned around and opened the refrigerator.
The refrigerator is also full, in addition to drinks and some meat dishes.
Kang Binbin looked around twice, secretly clicking his tongue in his heart.
The accommodation conditions are completely different from the student apartments for four or six people.
Qi Linqing took out a bottle of iced drink and handed it to Kang Binbin, saying, "Thank you today, Senior Kang."
Kang Binbin's face was vicissitudes: "Stop calling me senior."
He doesn't deserve it.
Now he just wants to be Professor Qi's humble licking dog.
…
After Kang Binbin left, Qi Linqing sent a message to Zhong Chen, and then started tidying up the apartment alone.
He was poor in his previous life, and he was more than able to do housework.
After a while, Qi Linqing mopped the floor spotlessly, and put brand new sheets on the bed.
He opened the suitcase, took out a few simple clothes, and hung them in the closet one by one.
He just bought tooth cups and other toiletries in the supermarket downstairs.
double.
Qi Linqing thought for a while, placed two black and white cups side by side on the sink, and put in a soft-bristled toothbrush.
I also bought two pairs of slippers. He placed it carefully at the door.
Qi Linqing also unpacked all the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other items and placed them on the kitchen counter.
After such a big cleaning, two large bags of garbage have accumulated.
Qi Linqing sorted and tied up the garbage bags, and put them at the door for the time being.
When he entered the room, he poured himself a glass of water, and while drinking, he answered the housekeeper's phone call.
The housekeeper's tone was worried: "Master, you have never lived outside by yourself, how can we rest assured... and you still live in a multi-person dormitory, you will definitely not get used to it. Or you should move back home, and the driver will send you regularly every day go to school?"
Qi Linqing: "No, I've already packed it myself."
City B has serious traffic jams in the morning and evening rush hours, and he doesn't want to waste time on commuting.
The butler was taken aback when he heard the words, and then remembered that Qi Linqing was from the countryside.
This young master's self-reliance is probably not as bad as he imagined.
Qi Linqing sat on the sofa, turned on the electric fan, and read a book while blowing the cool breeze.
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang.
He thought Zhong Chen was coming, so he unconsciously softened his expression, and quickly got up to open the door.
Unexpectedly, standing outside the door was a middle-aged woman of about forty years old with short brown hair and a neat demeanor.
Qi Linqing looked down and saw that she was holding something like a bag of white flour dumplings in her hand.
The woman smiled at him gently, and said, "You are the new professor of traditional Chinese painting, right? You look so young."
Qi Linqing: "Who are you?"
The woman slapped her forehead, "Oh, my memory, I forgot to introduce myself at first."
She turned around and pointed to the room opposite, and said with a smile: "My husband is a professor of film and television animation, Lin Chenye. My surname is Wu, you can call me Aunt Wu."
When Qi Linqing heard that the other party was a neighbor and her husband was a professor of her major, she immediately opened the door and said:
"Come in and sit down."
"I won't sit down, I will go to the kindergarten to pick up my daughter later." Aunt Wu waved her hand, handed him the bag of white flour dumplings, and said, "I'm from the south, and this is a specialty of my hometown, crab powder and cabbage. Chaoshou, you should call it wonton in the north. Hurry up, take it back and remember to eat it, and treat it as our first meeting gift as neighbors."
Qi Linqing was startled, took it with both hands and thanked him.
"Is your hometown in Dongting Lake?" he asked.
Aunt Wu was stunned, "How do you know?"
Qi Linqing said softly: "Crab powder and cabbage stuffed Chao Shou has been a famous snack in Dongting Lake since ancient times."
"As expected of a person who can be a professor, he is really knowledgeable." Aunt Wu sighed.
Saying goodbye to Aunt Wu, Qi Linqing turned around and went back to the house with a handwritten copy.
WeChat pops up a new message.
Zhong Chen: [I have arrived at the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts]
Qi Linqing typed and replied: [Shall I go down to pick you up? ]
Zhong Chen: [No, no, it's too hot outside, I'll be there right away at this point]
Qi Linqing thought for a while, and immediately pulled out the air-conditioning panel to turn on the low temperature.
Life is like tea: [Have you eaten yet? ]
Zhong Chen: [Not yet, I just finished the admission procedures]
Qi Linqing rubbed his hands, and his eyes fell on the bag of Chaoshou on the cutting board in the kitchen.
He decided to cook himself.
In all fairness, Qi Linqing's cooking skills are actually pretty good.
In his previous life, he was a single man who was out alone and had no money around him, so he could only rely on himself.
He can't cook dishes that are too difficult. But this hand-made copy from hometown is extremely handy.
Pour water into pot.
Qi Linqing studied the gas stove for a while, and finally learned it through Baidu. Turn it, and the flames will grow and jump out, which is very convenient.
This made him feel a little bit, a great invention of modern humans.
The water boiled quickly, white steam lingered, and transparent bubbles burst out.
Qi Linqing put the chao hands in one by one, and stirred it twice to make sure it wouldn't stick to the pan.
While the chao hand was cooking, Qi Linqing boiled water and poured it into a bowl, then added seasonings, chopped green onion and coriander.
There happened to be a bottle of red oil in the sauce given by the school.
He picked it up and looked at it for a while, with emotions in his eyes.
He thought of the red oil handwriting that Liang Luoduan always prepared for himself in class in his previous life.
At first, it was an ordinary pork and mushroom stuffing, which is mostly eaten by northern families.
Until one time he inadvertently talked about his hometown with the other party, and brought up a mouthful of this crab powder and cabbage filling.
After that, copying hands became such stuffing.
Although the taste is still not authentic, Qi Linqing is very grateful to the other party.
It is those snacks that can be prepared that keep him from going hungry during the toughest winter.
He will never forget this apprentice's kindness to him.
The doorbell rang again.
This time it was indeed Zhong Chen.
He took a cup of iced milk tea and took two sips. It was terribly hot in the dog days, and I was sweating profusely after walking a few steps outside.
As soon as Zhong Chen walked in, the air conditioner was blowing in, and there were brand new slippers at the entrance.
He looked around the room, "It's really good for you to be a professor."
He originally wanted to buy the other party a private apartment near the National American School, but now it seems that he doesn't need it.
Qi Linqing poked his head out from the kitchen and said, "Lunch will be ready soon, you can sit on the sofa and wait."
"okay."
Zhong Chen walked over and sat down, and saw half an iced seedless watermelon on the coffee table.
Next to it lay a napkin. On the paper is an oval spoon.
The TV remote control is just to the left of the spoon.
Zhong Chen was in a complicated mood.
Sometimes Qi Linqing doesn't seem like a straight man when he focuses on these little details.
A tempting aroma wafts from the kitchen.
Qi Linqing wore an apron and came out with a bowl of red oil.
Zhong Chen looked at the yellow apron with "Taita Le Chicken Essence" printed on his waist, and wanted to laugh inexplicably.
"Come and eat." Qi Linqing put the chopsticks and spoons in order.
Zhong Chen said "hmm", got up and walked over.
This was his first taste of Master's cooking skills, and he was a little excited when he thought about it.
But when Zhong Chen saw the food in the bowl clearly, he was completely stunned.
The fear in my heart was overturned like a stormy sea.
The bright red soup is topped with green cilantro and chopped green onion.
——It is a bowl of Chaoshou with red oil that looks very good.
It is said that seeing things and thinking about others.
Zhong Chen inevitably recalled the good times when he had classes with his master.
Qi Linqing: "Taste and see how it tastes."
Zhong Chen raised his head and glanced at him.
Qi Linqing's expression was still calm and composed, and there was nothing unusual about it.
He first opened the stool and sat down, picked up a hand and blew it into his mouth.
For a moment, Zhong Chen suspected that the other party was testing him.
But this shred of doubt was quickly dispelled.
Zhong Chen thought to himself, with Master's character, if he knew the truth, he would definitely confront him straight to the point, and maybe even break up directly.
So he must not let Qi Linqing know the truth.
Zhong Chen lowered his head and took a sip of Chao Shou, but now his stomach was chewing on the delicious taste he was expecting.
"Crab powder stuffed with cabbage, did you buy it outside?" he asked.
Qi Linqing: "No, it was given by the wife of the professor next door."
Zhong Chen: "Oh, then you should also return a gift."
Qi Linqing nodded and said, "I think so too. That Professor Lin's wife is from Dongting Lake. I thought I could go to the market and buy two snow-salted fish for her."
Zhong Chen wisely didn't ask about Dongting Lake again.
Qi Linqing didn't eat chaoshou, the original owner's body was allergic to seafood.
He simply burned a bowl of noodles to eat.
After eating, Zhong Chen got up and put the dishes and chopsticks in the sink, put on his gloves and tried to wash them.
Qi Linqing got up and pulled him away, and said in an unquestionable tone, "I'll do it."
Zhong Chen couldn't resist, so he had to stand aside and watch Qi Lin clean the bowl.
"By the way, there is something I want to tell you."
Qi Linqing: "Huh?"
Zhong Chen thought for a while and said, "A few days ago, a new variety show came to my studio and asked if we have a schedule."
Qi Linqing paused slightly, "Us?"
He knew that Zhong Chen had plans to enter the entertainment circle, but he didn't want to get involved.
"Yes, this is a love variety show for two people." Zhong Chen lied without blinking: "Because "The Great Painter of China" became very popular after it aired, my manager suggested that I fire CP with you to keep the popularity alive."
In fact, this lie is very false.
If you go to the studio and ask any employee, you will know that Zhong Chen's current popularity does not need to rely on CP speculation at all.
But Zhong Chen just said so.
He knew that Qi Linqing didn't understand, and he would definitely agree for his own future.
He just wanted to declare to the world that Qi Linqing belonged to him alone.
After all, the effect of frying CP is very significant, almost visible to the naked eye.
After Qi Lele and Fu Hanri announced their annulment of their engagement earlier, news spread on the Internet that Fu Hanri would instead be engaged to Qi Linqing.
As a result, a small number of netizens slammed the □□cp of Fu Yingdi and Qi Linqing.
[I have hated Qi Lele for a long time, not only stole Qi Linqing's family background, but also stole his excellent fiancé]
[Support Qi Linqing to snatch Fu Actor back! ! ]
[This kind of commercial marriage is like this. It is said that Fu Yingdi has a prominent family background, and his father is the richest man in Hong Kong Island. His family probably has some agreement with the Qi family. Qi Lele is not his own son, so it's really not good to marry him]
But after "The Great Chinese Painter" was broadcast, the wind vane changed rapidly.
In the morning, cp is strong again.
Now there was no one to blame Fu Hanri and Qi Linqing.
Zhong Chen knew that he was greedy and selfish.
He just wanted to put Qi Linqing's own label on him forever. Even if he lost it halfway, everyone will automatically return Qi Linqing to him through the label.
Qi Lin cleaned the last bowl, dried it and put it in the cupboard.
He took off his gloves and said, "Is it okay to shoot on weekends? I guess I usually have more classes."
Zhong Chen immediately nodded and said, "Of course, I'll let the manager negotiate with the program team."
In fact, the investor of this show is still him.
It's just a weekend shoot, so I'm sure it can be properly arranged if I just say it.
Qi Linqing: "OK."
Zhong Chen's eyes wandered: "Oh, by the way, how about I move in and live with you?"
Now Qi Linqing has not realized what the concept of love variety show is.
For the time being, all his attention was on Zhong Chen's proposal to "cohabit" with him again.
"No." He said without hesitation.
"Why? You'd better give me a reason." Zhong Chen hung his face.
Qi Linqing: "I think it's too early to make progress."
The question mark above Zhong Chen's head: "???"
"It's still early?"
"Qi Linqing, are you a tortoise?"
"Besides, it's not like we didn't live together in the studio before."
Zhong Chen looked at Qi Linqing's calm appearance sitting on the sofa drinking tea, and was completely speechless.
The other party was so unhurried, but he was about to die of anger.
Qi Linqing earnestly said: "Now that we have established a romantic relationship, it is completely different from just living together as roommates before. Besides, this is a teacher's apartment, and my going in and out with you may not have a good impact..."
Zhong Chen: "Then you can live with me. I bought an apartment in front of Gate B, not far away, and I usually let the driver drive to pick me up."
Qi Linqing shook his head: "It's too inconvenient, I have a lot of morning classes."
Zhong Chen sneered: "Hehe, talking so much is just an excuse, you just want to live with me."
Qi Linqing: "No. Don't worry, wait a moment..."
Zhong Chen only felt a burst of anger rushing straight to his forehead, burning out all the remaining rationality in him.
He crossed his arms and looked down at Qi Linqing condescendingly.
"Are you cheating? Are you going to raise a wild man behind my back in this crappy house?"
In fact, after blurting out, Zhong Chen also felt a little stupid.
Such a rigid and traditional person like Qi Linqing would not be like this.
Besides, what wild man can compare to him? snort.
Qi Linqing couldn't laugh or cry, "How is it possible?"
Zhong Chen dropped the fatal question again:
"Then why don't you want to live with me?"
This time Qi Linqing was silent.
Zhong Chen sniffed, suddenly feeling wronged like never before.
People's couples are dry firewood, burning non-stop.
But the wood on his side was old and rotten wood that had been soaked in a basin of cold water, and it couldn't be burned by a big fire.
Zhong Chen turned around and left.
He ran all the way down the corridor and stopped.
He looked back twice, thinking that Qi Linqing would catch up.
But no.
He didn't even see a piece of wood.
No, that guy is steel 2.0!
Zhong Chen left angrily in disappointment.
Zhong Chen, who was immersed in anger, did not notice that the man standing on the balcony on the third floor was actually looking at him.
…
Zhong Chen returned to the apartment.
Liang Mingshan has already ordered a large table of takeaway lunch for him.
Zhong Chen sat down on the sofa and said coldly, "I've already eaten."
Even if you haven't eaten, you're still full.
Liang Mingshan understood, "It must be Mr. Fu who did something to make you angry again."
Zhong Chen was still angry when he mentioned this, and muttered: "I saw that he had my slippers, toothbrush, and daily necessities for two people at home. I thought he also had the same idea, so I offered to live together. But I was rejected again. Say no, it's too soon."
Liang Mingshan: "It's not surprising."
Zhong Chen glared at him.
Liang Mingshan said meaningfully: "I still think that maybe Mr. Fu's body is not good enough. Maybe he deliberately hides it from you because he is secretly looking for a doctor for treatment?"
Zhong Chen: "..."
He just wanted to talk about the last time Qi Linqing kissed himself and then spoke slowly.
But he silently swallowed the words back.
The more I think about it, the worse it gets.
In the original text, Qi Linqing’s setting is Shou, there shouldn’t be a reason for this...
Zhong Chen covered his heart, not knowing why all his anger towards Qi Linqing disappeared.
And there was an urge to take care of each other.
If the other party really has certain diseases, it doesn't matter if he can't cure them.
After all, it's all about pressing Master under him... Zhong Chen's eyes dimmed, and his Adam's apple subconsciously rolled twice.
night.
Qi Linqing connected Du Yuanbai's overseas call.
"What?! You actually lived in a teacher's apartment in Gome?" Du Yuanbai was amazed, and immediately sighed: "It's a pity that I'm not in China, otherwise I would definitely go to visit."
Qi Linqing: "You can come over when you return to China next time."
Du Yuanbai: "University B is very close to Gome, so are you living with Zhong Chen now?"
Qi Linqing was startled.
"No." He whispered.
Du Yuanbai was puzzled, "Why? You used to stick together every day in high school, why don't you live together now in college?"
"Your teacher's apartment is a great place to live together."
Qi Linqing didn't answer.
He sighed, and said without beginning or end: "Actually, I have always wanted to find someone to talk to."
In the past, when Brother Yuan was around, he could still have a talking partner.
But now, I really don't know who to talk to about some concerns.
Du Yuanbai: "You tell me, they are all my own, and I won't tell others."
After getting along for this period of time, Du Yuanbai has completely regarded himself as Qi Linqing's loyal younger brother.
What is the younger brother's task
Of course it is to protect the big brother.
Seeing that the other party still didn't answer, Du Yuanbai patted his chest and said: "Brother Qi, you can speak up boldly! If there is anything I can help, I will go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of fire."
"It's not necessary, it's just some ordinary parents' short stories." Qi Lin said quietly.
Du Yuanbai asked tentatively: "About Brother Zhong?"
Qi Linqing: "Yes."
Du Yuanbai: "Oh."
He thought that a steely person like Qi Linqing might encounter many setbacks when he fell in love.
Qi Linqing hesitated: "Today he said he wanted to live with me, but I refused, and then he slammed the door and left..."
Du Yuanbai sensitively grasped the contradiction in these words, and said strangely:
"Why do you refuse to live with him?"
Qi Linqing lowered his head for a while, then went to the balcony to enjoy the air.
After the cold wind blew for a long time, he softly told Du Yuanbai his true thoughts.
…
the next day.
When I first entered college, I was surrounded by strangers. Gan Yishan and Tang Gula happened to meet each other in the cafeteria early in the morning. There was a kind of intimacy between fellow villagers seeing fellow villagers, with tears in their eyes, and they walked together towards the classroom.
"It's great that we don't need military training this year because of the Asian Games." Gan Yishan said while chewing on the steamed stuffed bun.
Tanggula nodded approvingly, "Indeed, otherwise the weather will be blackened."
The two chatted as they walked.
After Gan Yishan finished his breakfast, he threw the packaging bag into the trash can and asked, "What's the first class in the morning?"
Tang Gula was incredulous: "Why don't you even know this?"
Gan Yishan was a little embarrassed, and said: "Master gave me a lot of homework for some reason in the middle of the night yesterday. I was always catching up with the schedule, so I forgot to read the paper timetable."
When Tang Gula heard about Qi Linqing, he immediately lost his temper, silently opened WeChat and sent Gan Yishan a form version on his mobile phone.
Gan Yishan looked at it, "The first session is the practical Chinese painting class. Wow, this teacher is also surnamed Qi, what a coincidence."
Tang Gula yawned and said casually, "Maybe the traditional Chinese paintings surnamed Qi are more powerful."
While talking, the two walked to the door of the big classroom.
The practical course of traditional Chinese painting is a compulsory professional course for every grade student, because there are many students and the seats are very crowded.
Gan Yishan and Tanggula came early and took the seats in the first row in front.
She quickly noticed the senior sitting next to her who sold her a phone card on the first day of school, and said in surprise:
"Senior Kang? Why are you here?"
Generally, there are only students of this grade in this professional course.
Consciously embarrassed, Kang Binbin covered his face and turned around and said, "I failed the exam last year, so I will retake it this year."
Gan Yishan: "Oh, I see."
Kang Binbin: "Don't underestimate this course. Last year, the professor was particularly perverted, causing the retake rate to exceed 35%. In addition, there was a problem with his style, so the school dismissed him..."
As soon as the voice fell, the class bell rang.
Several students filed in hastily.
In the next second, a tall young man walked slowly into the classroom with a lesson plan and a thermos cup, and stood on the podium.
Almost everyone was stunned.
Tanggula pupil earthquake.
Gan Yishan murmured in a trance: "Master, he...couldn't go wrong?"
Kang Binbin picked his nose, "He did not go wrong, Qi Linqing is the new professor of this course."
Gan Yishan: "?"
Tanggula: "???"
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