"It's over, I didn't drive over." Pei Tingsong was still an abc who grew up abroad, and when he was anxious, he would go out and wash the dishes silently.
"Do you have a car?" Pei Tingsong walked over while wearing a hat. He was still wearing yesterday's gray and purple sweater.
Fang Juexia shook the water in his hand, "Yes." Although it is not a good car, it can still travel, but he does not intend to help, "You can call for a car."
Pei Tingsong raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "It is very difficult to call now."
"But I'm going to the company in a while."
"Follow the way, send it to me first." Pei Tingsong dragged him to the hallway, quickly took off the white down jacket of Juxia on the hallway hanger and wrapped it around him, brushing and pulling the zipper at once." quick."
This person is simply... Fang Juexia doesn't know how to describe it.
He was different from everyone he had met before.
The result is obvious. Fang Juexia parked the car outside the gate of P University where people came and went, lowered the brim a little. The co-pilot slept soundly, frowned when Fang Juexia woke up, and even pulled down the woolen cap in an attempt to cover his eyes.
Fang Juoxia sighed and said abruptly, "I've taken the call."
Pei Tingsong woke up suddenly, pushed his hat up and turned his head and stared at him for three seconds. Fang Juexia opened the car door and "get off."
"So fast?"
It was not fast at all. Four of the six traffic lights passed in the middle of the twenty-three minutes, and four of them waited for more than forty seconds. Fortunately, it was not blocked too hard.
Pei Tingsong adjusted his hat in the rearview mirror, got out of the car and closed the door. Fang Juexia, who tilted his head and rushed into the car, waved, "Thanks."
Fang Juexia nodded and watched Pei Tingsong trot with his schoolbag and enter the campus with the crowd. The phone rang, it was a message from my mother.
[Jexia, mom, watching the show at home, found that you were not there in the previous episode. Are you sick? ]
Fang Juexia then remembered that she had forgotten to tell her mother that there were too many recent facts. He didn't expect that he would even cut the recorded episode completely.
[No, I’m in good health, but I didn’t want to record that show so I left, mom, don’t worry. Call you at night. ]
After editing and sending it out, Fang Juexia was about to start the car and leave. But as soon as he lowered his head, he found a card on the co-pilot with a matte black card sleeve. He turned the card over, and it turned out to be a picture of Pei Tingsong.
Even the photos of the campus card show the arrogance of a devil in the world.
He wanted to send a message to Pei Tingsong to tell him, but found that he did not have Pei Tingsong's contact information.
A campus card is nothing more than a big deal and put it on the table for him back to the dormitory.
Fang Juexia held this small card and stared at the youngest with a big smile on it, thinking about how she lost her campus card when she went to school.
If you don’t have a card to eat, you can’t go to the library, and you have to swipe your card in some classrooms.
Ugh.
Fang Juexia finally got out of the car by unfastening the seat belt in her pocket. Fortunately, he had a good memory. During breakfast, Pei Tingsong was holding the mobile phone and talking to himself to confirm the building number. The campus was bustling with hustle and bustle. He put on his mask and lowered the brim, but because he was not familiar with the environment here, he could not find the building he was talking about after walking for a while according to the map.
Still have to find someone to ask.
He has been noticed by many girls for just such a distance. Fang Juexia didn't want to expose herself, so she looked around, and suddenly found that there was a very tall boy in front of him, and his back looked quite reliable. He walked over quickly and lowered the mask.
"Excuse me, I want to ask..."
The moment the other party turned his face, Fang Juexia was startled.
Isn't this... Zhou Ziheng, the actor who recorded "Escape from the Sky" with my brother
Even though he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, Fang Juexia could see through it at a glance. Only then did he remember that Zhou Ziheng was indeed studying at P University. He felt a little rude to pause like this, so he cleared his throat and asked what he hadn't finished.
"Actually, it's right next to you. After you turn right, cross that path, the gray building." Zhou Ziheng pointed with his finger, "It's very close."
"Thank you." Fang Juexia bowed, "Thank you senior."
Who knew that this famous top-ranking actor had his eyes glowing, "Sure enough! I said how familiar, are you in kaleido? Why are you here?"
"Yes, Fang Juexia." He raised his head, and the wind blew away the forehead held by the brim of his hat, revealing the red birthmark at the corner of his eye, "I... come to give something to the youngest member of our regiment."
"Oh, I know. Pei Tingsong, right? He is quite famous in school." Zhou Ziheng expressed satisfaction with his memory and stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder like a senior. "I like your songs very much. See you when I have a chance. You have to go to the laboratory before leaving."
Watching the seniors in the entertainment industry leave, Fang Juexia felt a little unbelievable. It turns out that this actor who usually seems to have a strong aura is so friendly and easy to get along with.
Following the instructions, he found the teaching building where Pei Tingsong was teaching.
"422..." Fang Juexia silently read the house number and entered the elevator. But he soon regretted the decision. The elevator space is small and there are mirrors on all sides. He can obviously feel the girls around him looking at him, especially the one standing diagonally in front of him and hurriedly rushing into the elevator. Fang Juexia lowered the brim of his hat as much as possible to hide the birthmark, then lowered his head and stared at his sneakers.
"Hello..." a girl's hesitant voice sounded, "Are you Fang Juexia?"
Sure enough, it was recognized. Fang Juexia looked up, smiled, neither admit nor deny. The other person felt that he had acquiesced, so the tone of voice jumped for joy, and even began to stammer, "Oh my god, my god, I like you so much!" She seemed to have thought of something, her eyes brightened, "Brother Jue Xia Did you come to Pei Tingsong! Me, I, and him took the same course! It's today's course!"
Fang Juexia glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the elevator, his eyes returned to the girl, and said objectively, "Then you are already late."
"Sure enough!" The girl was even more emotional, "You are here to find Xiao Pei! It's not worth it. I read Hot Search yesterday and saw three o'clock in the morning. It's so real, so real..." She covered her mouth as if she was afraid to say something. What kind of sound, like a strange little animal.
What's so real.
Fang Juexia was confused.
Pei Tingsong was sitting at the door by the window and was listening to the class. Suddenly there was a sound from the door, and a late girl tiptoed in. There were not many people taking this course, and the supply of seats exceeded demand. As soon as the girl came in, she sat in the front seat of Pei Tingsong.
After a glance, he continued to listen to the class.
"The reasoning form of'The Ship of Theseus' is similar to the typical chain paradox, but the essence is different: the predicate used in the latter is the initial logical predicate, and it is a typical fuzzy predicate..."
The professor on the podium mentioned the ship of Theseus, and Pei Tingsong stopped the motion of turning the pen in his hand, and couldn't help but wonder. It seems that now he is the big ship whose parts are constantly being dismantled, and everyone always forces him to replace with new parts.
After replacing every part of every deck, is he still him
What is the preservation of the true self.
Just as she was wandering, the girl in the front seat suddenly turned around and put a card on his desk. It was clearly his campus card.
Pei Tingsong was taken aback for a moment, wondering if she had picked it up where she had fallen, so she thanked him softly and withdrew the card.
"It's not me." The girl lowered her voice, "Someone asked me to pass it to you, and told me not to tell you who he is."
In this way, Pei Tingsong would naturally ask, "Who?"
"Brother Juexia," the girl's expression suddenly became excited, "he just left."
Fang Juexia
He subconsciously looked out of the window, but in fact he didn't expect to see anything, so Pei Tingsong didn't know his motive for doing this. But he saw it. The back figure wrapped in the snow-white down jacket was downstairs, and a pair of slender legs walked away from the sight along the path.
Pei Tingsong held his cheek, and tapped the campus card with his right index finger.
This was indeed unexpected to him. Unexpectedly, Fang Juexia would actually run for him. Obviously, during the live broadcast last night, I felt that the shell on this person had softened a bit, but after one night, it seemed to have returned to that cold look again.
But having said that, why doesn't he send WeChat directly
Pei Tingsong only remembered at this time. It turned out that he didn't even have any contact information for this person.
He Ziyan, who returned to the dormitory, rang his cell phone.
[Xiao Pei: Brother Yan, please send Fang Juexia's WeChat to me. ]
Pei Tingsong was holding his mobile phone, and he seemed to be unable to concentrate at this moment, who had always been listening carefully. He waited for a while before he received He Ziyan's reply.
[Brother Ziyan: What? To be open? ]
[Brother Ziyan: There is him and silly brother in the Kaledo group chat. ]
[Brother Ziyan: Non-differentiableLife Personal Business Card]
Pei Tingsong frowned, what kind of WeChat name is this, unguided life
In any case, he clicked on Fang Juexia's WeChat. At first glance, his avatar looked a little strange, but when he clicked it, he found that it was an unfilled Sudoku array. Obviously, Zhang Zhaoren gave birth to the beautiful face that Zhang Zhaoren coveted, but the inner core was extremely dull.
Sure enough, this Fang Juexia, there is no place that is in harmony with him.
Although he was still complaining in his heart, Pei Tingsong still sent a friend request. Halfway through get out of class to rest, he lay down on the table to make up his sleep when he was not full, but as soon as he lay on his arm, he smelled the cold aroma of yesterday's bed, which suddenly pulled him back to the sleepless night.
It's really stubborn, just like its owner.
Pei Tingsong suddenly raised his head and frightened the boy sitting next to him. The other party thought he was going out, so he was about to get up and give him a seat. Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong stretched out his hand and pulled him back.
"Classmate, let me ask you a question."
The boys at the same table are a little flattered. After all, this person is an idol, or a gifted student who does not work hard to get the highest-level scholarship. The professors praise him for his talent. I thought I would ask him for questions. He cleared his throat and prepared himself for the sudden knowledge investigation and academic discussion, "You, you say."
Who knows that the unconventional top student in front of him suddenly stretched his arm to his nose, his expression was like a stick, "Did you smell anything?"
"Huh?" The boy was dumbfounded.
"You smell it." Pei Tingsong also rolled up his sleeves deliberately.
Although the boy didn't know it, he still heard it honestly, "Well... it's kind of."
Sure enough, there is still that smell! Pei Tingsong asked again, "Does it smell good?"
The male classmate didn’t know what answer he wanted to hear, so he could only tell the truth, "It smells so good..."
"What smells so good!" Pei Tingsong suddenly got angry, retracted his arm and smelled it by himself, muttering to himself, "Where does it smell so good? Why does it smell so good?"
The male classmate was inexplicable, still wondering what happened, the other party's hand stretched out again, "You can smell it again."
He always knows the correct answer this time.
He pretended to be very serious, and after smelling it, he said against his will, "Well, it smells bad, it smells bad."
How did you know that Pei Tingsong retracted his hand again and frowned, "Who do you think smells bad?"
Boy:? ?
He stared blankly at Pei Tingsong smelling and smelling at his arm and neckline, muttering to himself, not knowing what he should think. The class bell rang again, and the poor temporary tablemate finally got salvation from this dilemma.
Sure enough, geniuses and their ordinary humans are walled.
It was noon when Fang Juexia finished dancing, and he only discovered the application from a friend on WeChat.
The WeChat name is Resister, and there is no additional request remarks.
The first moment he saw the name, his instinct told Fang Juexia that this was Pei Tingsong, and the news from He Ziyan proved his thoughts. He agreed to the friend request and was a teammate in the same group anyway. Fang Juexia has a rigorous personality and changed the remarks as soon as he added it. In order to facilitate retrieval, he uses the same format.
After a while, the newly added friend sent a message.
[Kaleido Bae Ting Song: I didn’t even notice that the card was lost, thx]
This gratitude is entirely Pei Tingsong's American style, but Fang Juexia didn't want to recognize it. To his surprise, his behavior seemed to have been predicted by Pei Tingsong. As soon as he was about to type to deny, he received a photo from the other party, which was a shot of his back from the window.
Pei Tingsong looked at the prompt of a pause in typing, feeling proud. When I left the classroom, there were two other girls who were eating hot melons.
"Ah, it's so sweet, what kind of fairy operation is sugar paper kiss!"
"Does this want me to eat dog food for a good year? Ah, how can my hearing be so real..."
Eat melon, eat melon before you.
The phone vibrated, Pei Tingsong took it out and opened the lock screen, smiling unconsciously.
[It’s nothing but pretty: No thanks. ]
You can see the next item in the dialog box, and the smile on his face gradually freezes.
[It’s nothing but pretty: just as if I was paying off my debts. ]
The author has something to say: The Ship of Theseus: one of the oldest thought experiments. In the first century AD, Plutarch posed a question: If the wood on Theseus's ship was gradually replaced until all the wood was not the original wood, would this ship still be the original ship? Later, The Ship of Theseus evolved into a classic paradox of identity. There will be further developments related to this paradox later in the article.
Non-differentiableLife: Undirected life. Why did you get this name later, Jue Xia will explain.
Resister: Resist
thx: short for thanks
My demining is getting longer and longer hhh
Readers who have read my other articles before should know that I am a very veteran author. I am not able to accept the role of unprovoked scolding, so I write mine as specific as possible, so as to prevent readers from entering it. In the copy, I also wrote very clearly, Pei Tingsong is a 19-year-old boy, very rebellious, a little talented and arrogant. But he is actually very kind. He was born as a golden spoon but has no temperament as a young master. Instead, he dared to resist his family and pursue his dream. If you like a mature, steady, low-key attack, Xiao Pei is obviously not, and it can't be. So if you don’t like this type, it’s okay to quit directly, but please don’t scold the character~ than heart~
I like to write growth-oriented characters, so that everyone has a sense of participation to witness their changes after reading the article, so the initial persona will not be perfect. This is also true, Xiao Pei and Jue Xia will influence each other and grow up with each other at their best age.
Bring the ignorant vine (press your head) and bow, thank you for your tolerance~