A few days later, Shanghai Medical Branch.
Xie Qingcheng was in the 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 will never miss class again. woohoo…”
Xie Qingcheng sat at the desk, swiped the tip of the pen across the paper, tickled the list, and said to the other party without raising his eyes, "Okay. Let's go back."
The boy walked away in tears.
He has the means to deal with problem students. This boy who majored 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 start anew, and would never skip classes in the future, nor would Prof. Xie's classes be skipped.
Xie Qingcheng closed the notebook and folded his fingers in front of him.
These boys who have problems with their learning attitudes have already 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, and felt that the winning ticket was in his hands, so he thought for a while how to adjust/teach the defeated elementary school bully.
After thinking for a while, the phone suddenly rang.
"Hey."
"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 is not required to come to the chartered professional class, for no other reason, the main reason is that this cold goddess is much faster to learn by herself than to follow the progress of the class.
This kind of student goddess and goddess is often incoherent. She doesn't communicate much with her classmates, and not all teachers listen to what she says, but she respects Xie Qingcheng very much.
First, it was because Xie Qingcheng was really strong in her major, which could inspire the female academic bully's mind. Second, it was because she applied for independent study, but the school did not allow it. It was Xie Qingcheng's opportunity to win for her, saying that Teaching students according to their aptitude, so the female scholar is grateful to Xie Qingcheng.
"Professor Xie, that boy named He Yu came to see me."
"How 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 talk with me, and asked me to have a cup of coffee with him tomorrow."
"You go, but don't listen to his advice."
"I know, I will definitely help you to the end." The female school is domineering, "But Professor Xie, he is from Shanghai University next door, and not from our medical school. How did you meet him, he is your relative? "
"Son of an acquaintance." Xie Qingcheng said, "His father helped me before. When my son encountered some problems, I helped teach him."
He was also telling 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 into 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, those girls who had not received their thoughts returned to the class one after another, and the number of them increased one by one. By Thursday, The eleven students, except for the female Xueba, all went back to the classroom and sat back in the classroom.
The female scholar is the last one.
On Thursday afternoon, Xueba came over to ask him for advice with a question book in his hand. After Xie Qingcheng finished his answer, he asked, "Has He Yu been looking for you?"
"I found it." The neat and capable girl with a ponytail replied, "I found it twice a week, and it was 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 really just asked me to come out and have a heart-to-heart talk."
Xie Qingchen 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 calculus...
In a trance, the female scholar suddenly coughed lightly: "Professor Xie."
"Huh?" He lifted his eyes and glanced at her absentmindedly.
"I have a question for you."
"You said." Xie Qingcheng had already picked up the pen for solving the problem from the table.
But the next sentence of the female scholar asked him to cover the pen again—
Xueba asked a question that had nothing to do with study: "Well, is He Yu the director of Class 1001 at Shanghai University?"
Only Xie Qingcheng, a straight man of steel, can ask this in the girl's words, and he still doesn't understand what the other party has in mind. 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, I had to nodded dryly: "Yes. What's the matter."
"It's nothing." Xueba said decisively, spread out his notebook, and successfully distracted the teacher's attention, "Professor Xie, this is a question I sorted out this week related to your major. Please help me answer it."
Blink to Sunday.
The female Xueba sent him a message: "Professor Xie, are you free tonight? I thought about it for a day and figured out one thing. Can I talk to you?"
So at half past six in the evening, Xie Qingcheng came to the door of the office by appointment.
His office was 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 and was about to open the door, but he ignored the girl who was close at hand. Even when the other party called out "Professor Xie", his first reaction was not to look at the girl. , but looked left and right, trying to find a student with a white T and jeans for ever clear soup.
"...Professor Xie, I'm here."
Xie Qingcheng turned back: "..."
After a while, he subconsciously took a step back, and 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 it, but the girl in front of him seems to have a bigger problem.
The female scholar is completely different from usual.
She loosened her ponytail, let the stylist blow her hair fluffy, put on delicate makeup on her face, wore a pure white tulle dress, and her slender legs were straight like jade. Down, the line ends on a pair of black satin pumps. The high-heeled shoes had silver buckles that adorned 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 that his head hurt even more, and he had some kind of premonition faintly.
Sure enough, the next sentence of the female Xueba bluntly pointed out her purpose: "Professor Xie, that, I came to tell you that I went out with He Yu again today, and this time he talked to me and let me The matter of going 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 teacher should do."
Xie Qingcheng's hand that was about to take the key to open the door stopped: "...He Yu said something to you."
"Everything was said. 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 Xiu Qi fingers grabbed his forehead hair, scratching the originally meticulously combed hair irritably, with a few strands of ink hanging down.
He was just behind the scattered black ink, staring at her with a pair of cold and sharp peach blossom eyes, and then turned his eyes away with a click: "It's not as simple as you think."
After a pause, he continued:
"...Forget it, you can go back."
But the female Xueba did not leave, she still stared at him with the persistence of Xueba: "Teacher, you have to understand He Yu's mood, and don't embarrass him at this time. I think this matter is really You did something wrong, I hope you will have the opportunity to apologize to He Yu in the future."
…
He Yu gave her blood poison, right
Xie Qingcheng's expression became much colder, and his eyes pierced from under 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, and I really can't hide it for you."
In the end, the little traitor did not forget to bow to Xie Qingcheng politely.
"I beg your pardon."
After saying that, the little girl turned around, stomped her high-heeled shoes and walked gracefully, stunned to walk out of the catwalk that Xie Qingcheng had known her for so long.
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..."
Shaking light.
Not far in front of him, footsteps sounded.
Then-
"Professor Xie looking for me?"
Xie Qingcheng raised his head abruptly, his hair was more messy, and his eyes were pinned towards the direction from which the voice came.
Turning out in front of him, it was a tall boy with a pocket and a one-shoulder schoolbag on his back. The boy's expression was stretched and calm. Under his broad and comfortable forehead, a pair of almond eyes drooped down, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be pouting. No smile.
He Yu had been hiding behind a large Gothic column at the end of the corridor, the female Xueba didn't know, neither did Xie Qingcheng.
When the female Xueba was filled with righteous indignation and complained for him, when Xie Qingcheng was blocked by the students and couldn't say a word, He Yu actually put his hands in his pockets and leaned on the damned root, the three of them hugged together. behind the Gothic column.
Is this fucking human
Xie Qing's face was blue and his eyes were gloomy: "You—"
"Oh, you can't say 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: "It's you who finds someone to plot against me first, and the co-author won't let me win. If I think of a way to deal with you like this, it's not that I'm despicable, right?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
If you lose, you will lose, and the only thing you will lose is your own 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 look she's wearing now. Does she still look like a student? Camisole and miniskirt..."
"Isn't it good?" He Yu walked around and stood a short distance away from Xie Qingcheng, with one hand still in his pocket and the other clutching the buckle of the shoulder bag. The only difference was that after getting closer, he lowered his eyes and lowered his eyes. Looking at Xie Qingcheng's movements with eyelashes, it is even more naked/naked.
"Then you say, what should a student look like."
He approached him as if to nail him through the door.
"T-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. You are too controlling, do you know straight men cancer? It's age, you still feel out of order when a girl wears a suspender skirt."
He took a step closer, almost drooping his face, nose to nose.
This distance will feel ambiguous to 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 did not need any special language explanation, and it naturally fell 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."
After saying that, he pushed the person hard, then rubbed his right wrist, lowered his arm and glanced at him, and walked out gloomily from his side that blocked him like a wall.
"...Wait a minute, Xie Qingcheng."
After walking more than ten meters away, He Yu turned his head again and stopped him leisurely behind him.
Xie Qingcheng's face was already very ugly, but he stood gloomily for a while, and turned his head to the side with a livid face: "What are you doing?"
He Yuyang took a look at the list he took out from his schoolbag at some point: "You lose this game."
That's not all, after finishing 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, you should be punished if you lose. Otherwise it would be boring."
"… "
"Tell me, as a professor, an elder, or my former personal doctor, but you are so unruly, what do you think I should punish you for? What should I do to you, so that I have taught you a little lesson?"
The loser cannot lose with grace, and is willing to gamble and admit defeat.
Xie Qingcheng said indifferently, "What do you want?"
"It's a pity, as for me, I haven't thought about it yet."
He Yu said warmly.
"Let's owe it first, and I'll count it together when I think about it later."
"Count together?"
"Well. I think you will 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 and said this, but "darely" touched Xie Qingcheng with provocative eyes, "But Professor Xie's best not to cheat in the future, your skills are not good, As long as you move, it's easy for me to find out."
His tone was still polite.
As he spoke, the pink wrapping paper had been torn open in his hands.
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 actually nothing, just invited her to afternoon tea twice before, and today I accompany her to the handmade chocolate class. She doesn't have any friends in school, and other students think she doesn't She's gregarious, yin and yang, and she's actually very easy to get along with. It's just that no one will take the initiative to invite her when they are playing."
As he spoke, he snapped the chocolate bar, and contained a small piece of brown cocoa butter between the two rows of snow-white teeth.
Then, carrying a shoulder bag, he walked past Xie Qingcheng.
When he passed by the wrong shoulder, the boy didn't even look at Xie Qingcheng, his apricot eyes looked straight ahead, he bit the chocolate into his mouth without looking sideways, and chewed it slowly.
"It's so sweet."
After Xueba finished speaking, he left and threw Xie Qingcheng a back view of Reese's gentleness in the sunset.
.
at the same time.
The twilight is sinking, in a villa in Shanghai.
The woman's high heels stepped over the bricks of the patio, 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?"
"It's all clean."
Boss Duan smiled, took the cigarette she handed over, 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 stuff."
"Those school managers are old people. President Huang is not old? I think you like him a lot."
The woman fiddled with her hair with her fingertips coquettishly: "Mr. Huang is an old man, and the more you live, the more graceful you are. But..." She smiled, "I prefer you, Mr. Duan..."
Boss Duan raised his finger, tapped her soft lips, and said lightly: "If you continue to be so unruly, I will have to talk to your boss Huang. Guess if he knows, will he 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 are a lot of people below who are just about to move, and they are not very calm. You can stay with those few. Just play with the 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 jaw and looked at her brow.
Whispered 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 shone on the woman's face, which was a delicate face.
- That was actually the female teacher of Shanghai University, Jiang Liping!
"It doesn't matter how hard you strike." Boss Duan's fingers stroked her cheek, "I know, you have suffered a lot of grievances over the years... After you're done, you don't need to be a hamster among those old hamsters. 'bugging' out..."