Whenever my eyes swept across Shang Muxiao, whether he was looking at him intentionally or not, he would smile back at me.
Holding his chin, his mood is very bright, sitting by the window of the classroom, wherever I go, his eyes will fall. The leisurely appearance is in stark contrast to the students around who are listening carefully to the class and burying their heads in taking notes.
Since he didn't listen carefully, why did he come to listen
"Bergson is also a very important master in the history of Western philosophy. Like Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, he does not think that instinct is inferior to reason. This kind of thinking has created his 'intuition concept', and his new metaphysics The theory is built on it. If man abandons reason and stays true to his instincts, perhaps he will discover the essence of life…”
The screen of the mobile phone placed on the podium suddenly lit up, I glanced at it, it was a message from Shang Muxiao.
Are you free tomorrow night
I looked away, ignored him, and continued lecturing.
Two minutes later, the screen lights up again, the previous message is still there, and a new one comes.
Please watch the game.
"… 'If we can ask the instincts questions, and the instincts can answer our questions, then the instincts can reveal to us the deepest secrets of life'. His "Creative Evolution", through the method of intuitionism, completely subverted the previous The existing evolutionary philosophical system marks the further maturity of the philosophy of life.”
I put the phone directly down, choosing not to be out of sight or out of mind.
When I looked over, Shang Muxiao sat upright and blameless, but when I looked away, he lowered his head and seemed to be sending another message.
"Don't do things that have nothing to do with the class." I stopped the lecture and said in the same tone of voice that I used to speak.
In the corner of the light, Shang Muxiao raised his head quickly, and stopped the movements in his hands very consciously.
When the others heard this, they raised their heads and looked in the direction I was looking at, wondering which hapless person was warned by me. And I just randomly chose a direction to fall down the viewpoint, and didn't look at anyone. In order to avoid misunderstanding, I turned to face the big screen, called up the next ppt, and continued the lecture.
After class, everyone got up one after another, and Shang Muxiao also stood up and walked towards me. As I was trying to figure out how to get out, several philosophy students surrounded me and started asking me questions one by one.
This is really a sleepy pillow, and it really made me breathe a sigh of relief.
My life curve chart, after the car accident, has gradually fallen from the commanding heights, and now it has stabilized, and my life has not been disturbed, and it is difficult to improve. It may seem boring to others, but I enjoy it and feel comfortable and secure.
And this comfort was suddenly inserted into the variable Shang Muxiao, which made me no longer have control over my life, and my life was ups and downs again, which made me very tired.
It's not that I'm afraid of facing Shang Mu Xiao, I just have an ostrich mentality, I feel that if I don't face him directly and ignore him, I can always stay in my comfort zone and don't think about those complicated psychological changes.
After all, the essence of human beings is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
After being pestered with questions for half an hour, I was finally able to leave the classroom when the students were all dispersed.
Yu Xixi took the first step and brought my things back to the office.
Schools come and go during the day, with pedestrians in a shuttle, there is a lively atmosphere full of human fireworks, and there is a comfort away from the mundane. The plane trees on both sides of Wutong Avenue began to lose their leaves one after another in late autumn. In response to the strong request of the students, the school did not clean the main road during the fallen leaves season, and let the leaves cover the road. Therefore, it has become an excellent photo spot in the school, and it can be said to be the most popular in autumn.
However, I have a huge headache.
The fallen leaves made the road uneven, and it was impossible to see what was underneath. Especially after it rains, if the wheel gets stuck in a slippery mud puddle, it is easy to slip in place.
Like now.
My rear wheel got stuck in a puddle under the fallen leaves and couldn't get out. The wheels were idling in vain, crushing the surrounding leaves and failing to get out of trouble, but instead made the road more and more muddy.
Just as I was looking around and was about to ask someone to help me, a laughing voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"Teacher, do you need help?"
I froze all over, and when I looked back, Shang Muxiao was standing two meters behind me, not knowing how long he had been following.
Glancing lightly across his face, I pursed my lips and turned back to the front.
"Come here." I said in a voice he could hear.
He laughed even harder, and with the sound of stomping leaves, he quickly came to me.
"Come and see my game, okay?" He put his hand on the wheelchair handle without exerting any force. The words were requests, but they didn't give me any choice.
"Your game?" He just kept mentioning the game in his text messages. I thought he was going to invite me to a basketball or football game or something, but it turned out to be his own game
"Qingwan International Circuit, tomorrow night at nine o'clock, VIP box No. 16." He tapped the grip with his index finger, waiting for my answer, "Will you come?"
In this case, can I still say "no"
"Got it." I reluctantly agreed.
As soon as the voice fell, the wheelchair was pushed out of the mud pit. Shang Muxiao did not stop there, but pushed me all the way until the end of this section of Wutong Avenue.
He waved his phone at me: "The e-ticket has been issued to you, remember to be there on time." Glancing at the time on the phone, he looked a little surprised, "Ah, it's too late for my class." But still slowly.
"Then I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."
He stood there, didn't leave, looked at me quietly, until I also said "see you tomorrow" to him, and he waved goodbye to me like a son of a bitch touched by the password, wagging his invisible tail.
The e-ticket that Shang Muxiao sent me has a huge QR code in the center, with the words "Qingwan 3rd Frost Cup Motorcycle Grand Prix" written on the top.
Sports have no relationship with me. I don't know any sports events, and I don't know what the Frost Cup is. At first, I was a little worried about what kind of underground black game it was. But then I thought that since it can be held three times, it should be... somewhat formal.
The next night, I went out two hours early. However, the International Circuit is far in the countryside. The first time I went there, it took me a long time to find the parking lot. It was already 8:50 when I checked in.
Shang Muxiao texted me at eight o'clock and asked where I was, but I was driving and didn't reply. At 8:30 he called again. Unfortunately, I was struggling to find a parking space and accidentally hung up. At 8:40, seeing that I can't get a message or answer the phone, he sent three words, and he could sense his low air pressure just by looking at it.
You lied to me
Resisting the urge to sigh, I took the elevator to the VIP box and replied to his message, telling him that I had arrived.
He didn't reply, I don't know if he was busy.
The entire racetrack was brightly lit, and there were many spectators sitting in the main stand, and some people even pulled up banners. The higher you go, the more you can overlook the entire track. The VIP room is located at the highest point, facing the starting line, with an excellent view.
"Welcome to the competition site of the 3rd Frost Cup Motorcycle Grand Prix in Qingwan. Next, please allow me to explain this competition passionately for everyone."
As soon as I entered Box 16, I heard the sound of commentary coming from the big screen hanging high.
Yin Nuo, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, turned around and looked at me in surprise: "Professor Bei?"
He didn't seem to know I was coming.
I frowned and explained the situation to him: "Shang Muxiao asked me to come."
He was stunned for a moment, looking a little confused, but he accepted my words.
"The game is about to start." He stepped aside and let me watch.
The box is very spacious, with a bar, sofa, TV, and a bottle of sparkling wine in an ice bucket on the bar. Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can clearly see the heavy motorcycles parked in the starting grid, neatly arranged and ready to go.
"Axiao is there..." Yin Nuo pointed to the driver in the blue racing suit at the front of the queue, then moved his finger back and pointed to the driver in the red racing suit behind, "Yan Yi is there."
"There are fifty racers participating this year. For non-professional motorcycle competitions, regardless of venue or schedule, this scale can be said to have achieved the ultimate." The commentator was doing the warm-up before the race. I don't get confused.
"Everyone knows that the gp competition is a major event in the motorcycle industry that shows the financial strength and strength of each team. The team will make every effort to build its participating vehicles, and the cost will be millions of dollars. As for our private races, although there are not so luxurious custom cars, every The displacement of the cars is not the same, but the cars of each contestant are still very interesting, so let me introduce them to you.”
"The first is the Shang Muxiao player with car number 28. This is his third time competing. His mount is a bw hp4, a classic Lu Binghua blue. This car is optimized on the basis of s1000rr, and the global limit is 750. car, selling for more than 1 million.”
"The fluorescent green motorcycle with car number 96 is a very classic Kawasaki zx-14r. Because of the six headlights in front of the car, it is known as the 'six-eyed demon', and the price is around 220,000..."
"Zhou Yanyi with car number 71 is also an old player who has participated in the first session. The mount is a Ducati 1299. The red color is very eye-catching, and the price is around 350,000."
Halfway through, a staff member holding a countdown board appeared in front of the starting line and walked slowly.
"The game is about to start." The commentator stopped the introduction of the players and the players' vehicles, and then explained the competition system, "This game has a total of 22 laps and lasts about 45 minutes. There is no points game, and one game is determined to win or lose. In addition to having the beautiful big trophy of our Frost Cup, you can also get a special bonus of 300,000."
Thirty seconds later, the players began to prepare, and even the thick floor-to-ceiling glass could not block the rough engine sound.
Yin Nuo's eyes were fixed on the bottom, looking very nervous, he didn't speak any more, only the voice of the commentary was left in the box.
Under the influence of the atmosphere, I also consciously followed by holding my breath.
After tens of seconds, at a critical moment, the blue-clothed rider at the front suddenly raised his head and looked here.
He's wearing a helmet and he's so far away that I shouldn't be able to see through his line of sight. But I had an indescribable hunch that he was looking for me.
Countdown to seven seconds...
He seemed to have seen me, lightly touched the helmet with two fingers, and flew a kiss here, as arrogant as if the championship had been won.
Yin Nuo, who was beside him, looked at me, but fortunately it didn't take too long, and his attention returned to the game.
Three seconds later, Shang Muxiao finally lowered his gaze and lowered his body.
Three, two, one—
"boom!"
Like a night owl hidden in the night, swooping down from a tree, Shang Muxiao rushed out of the starting point.