Why does Jiang Yubai look so good when he smiles
Lin Zhixia stared at him intently, and suddenly remembered a poem written by Tagore in "The Gardener": My heart is a bird in the wilderness, which finds its sky in your eyes.
The deep and vast sky was still waiting for her to explore. Driven by an unknown force, she couldn't help but get closer to him again, just like positive and negative charges attracting each other, the distance between them was getting closer and closer.
The only problem is, they are still lying in the same bed.
Reason told Jiang Yubai that he should get up and leave. But he couldn't keep his usual calm state. This narrow single bed was his utopia, where the delusions rooted in his heart grew wildly.
Jiang Yubai happened to grab a corner of the quilt. He lifted the quilt and covered his face. He wanted to regain his composure as soon as possible.
However, Lin Zhixia also got under the quilt and started playing with Jiang Yubai. She pounced on him in the quilt like a cat pounced on a mouse, forcing him to have no way to retreat. She also asked him: "Are you hiding from me?"
He quickly denied: "No, I..."
The pure white quilt covered the bed, forming a closed circle. In such an airtight and hidden world, Jiang Yubai's words were quite obscure: "Need to be adjusted."
"Adjustment?" Lin Zhixia seemed to understand.
Jiang Yubai was very secretive and answered briefly, "Yes."
Lin Zhixia was concerned about him: "How did you adjust? Did you use the meditation method I taught you?"
Jiang Yubai lied, "The method you taught me is indeed useful." A faint fragrance surrounded him as he lay on the side close to the edge of the bed. Lin Zhixia carefully extended an index finger and placed it on the first button of his shirt.
He stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost and unbuttoned the button.
Lin Zhixia opened her eyes wide in surprise.
In Lin Zhixia's opinion, Jiang Yubai has always been a person who can only be admired from a distance and not touched. He needs several minutes to prepare before kissing her, and his clothing style is also very conservative. She didn't expect him to take the initiative to do this.
In order to show her respect for him, Lin Zhixia politely asked for his opinion: "I... I'm really curious, can you let me take a look?"
Jiang Yubai unbuttoned the second button of his shirt resignedly: "You can only watch for a short while."
"How long is a short while?" Lin Zhixia asked him quietly.
Jiang Yubai unbuttoned the third button: "Ten seconds."
His clothes were disheveled, his collar was open, revealing a large area of his chest. His firm skin had smooth lines, as if it had been carefully carved by the hands of God.
Lin Zhixia was both shy and excited, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Great! You must work hard in the gym."
Jiang Yubai's fingertips touched the fourth button, and the position was lost immediately. He showed off his strong and firm abdominal muscles. He also wanted to keep the last bit of reserve in front of Lin Zhixia, and he must not let Lin Zhixia think of him as a frivolous and casual person.
This display starts from the clavicle and ends with the abdominal muscles.
Lin Zhixia lay on her side against the wall. Her eyes shone with scrutiny as she commented with relish, "It's perfect."
Jiang Yubai was counting down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Lin Zhixia then remembered that he had said that he could only show her for ten seconds.
Lin Zhixia's eyes were pure and clear, and she discussed with Jiang Yubai in a gentle voice: "You and I have been childhood sweethearts, and our feelings for each other are as deep as we can be. Our body structures are different, so it's inevitable that I am a little curious about you. Let me study you, and I won't do anything to you."
Jiang Yubai stopped counting. His expression was gloomy, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "You want to see me... just out of curiosity?"
There was one more question he didn't ask: Is it like flipping through a strange book
Lin Zhixia hurriedly explained: "No, curiosity only accounts for 40% of the proportion, and the other 60%... Because you are Jiang Yubai, you are my boyfriend, and I will be responsible for you in the future."
Lin Zhixia's voice was soft and sweet. Jiang Yubai was so happy about her that he forgot that "curiosity" played a 40% role.
The temperature inside the fluffy quilt seemed to be getting higher and higher. Jiang Yubai's breathing was uneven, and his heart was hot. No matter how Lin Zhixia's fingertips moved across his body, he did not ask her to do the same, let alone say to her, "Let me take a look at you too."
He volunteered to be her research subject.
Jiang Yubai had a hard time getting through this long morning, but Lin Zhixia was in an extremely happy mood.
After Lin Zhixia and Jiang Yubai finished their breakfast, they held his hand and went out for a walk. They walked along the street for a long distance and turned into a nearby park. As luck would have it, they ran into Wen Qi here.
Wen Qi was wearing a waterproof black coat and sitting alone on a bench. A group of gray pigeons surrounded his feet. The pigeons had shiny feathers and huddled together, cooing. No matter how much bird food Wen Qi sprinkled, the pigeons never seemed to be full.
Lin Zhixia greeted him: "Wen Qi?"
Wen Qi chuckled: "Ha!"
Lin Zhixia felt a little strange. She could sense that Wen Qi had no ill intentions. But his behavior, manners, and conversation were all very different.
For example, now, there were few pedestrians in the park. Wen Qi huddled in the corner of a bench and glanced at Lin Zhixia and Jiang Yubai. He wrapped his coat tightly around him, as if he had made up his mind, before he said, "Hello."
Today is Saturday.
For Wen Qi, this is his personal time.
He strictly enforces one rule - private time, no socializing.
However, Lin Zhixia had already greeted him. If he didn't speak, his problem would be too obvious.
Wen Qi stood up from his seat and heard Lin Zhixia answer: "Jiang Yubai and I are taking a walk. What about you? Did you come to the park specifically to feed the pigeons?"
"Yes," Wen Qi agreed. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the green trees.
"Oh, right," Lin Zhixia suddenly remembered something, "I'm going to be a teaching assistant next semester. You told me that my senior sister was once complained about by undergraduate students. Can you tell me why she was complained about?"
This is a very important thing.
It is related to Lin Zhixia’s preparation work as an assistant teacher.
After all, the Indian senior and Lin Zhixia were in the same experimental group. Lin Zhixia might make the same mistakes as the senior.
Lin Zhixia was still waiting for Wen Qi's answer, but Wen Qi kept his mouth shut. He mechanically repeated the action of feeding the pigeons until Jiang Yubai sat next to him. He grabbed a handful of bird food and spread it out before saying, "The senior sister is suppressing the students' self-confidence."
During his master's degree, Wen Qi rarely communicated with his classmates, but he often listened to other people's conversations in places like the laundry room and the public kitchen.
Student dormitories in British universities generally do not have balconies or places to dry clothes. Dormitories provide shared washing machines, dryers and other machines, which are placed in the laundry room on the first floor.
One night, Wen Qi was sorting clothes in the laundry room when two undergraduates happened to be sitting nearby, looking particularly frustrated. Holding cans of beer, they complained quietly about an Indian teaching assistant named "Aishwarya" who was frantically suppressing their confidence during the class.
This teaching assistant named "aishwarya" is the Indian senior student mentioned by Lin Zhixia just now.
Aishwarya was born in Mumbai, India, and studied for her undergraduate degree at the Indian Institute of Technology, Bombay, the most difficult university in India. In order to get into this school, she worked very hard throughout her middle school years, sleeping less than six hours a day on average.
After graduating from college, Aishwarya went to the United States to study for a master's degree. She had enough papers and applied for a scholarship, so she decided to study for a doctorate in Cambridge. Her academic resume is very good, and she became a teaching assistant in her second year of doctoral studies.
However, the two undergraduates said that Aishwarya deliberately created severe academic pressure, and she often made students feel that "their ignorance came from incompetence." She never used bad words or criticized anyone, but whenever students asked her questions, she would show a questioning expression of "How come you don't even understand this?"
Another time, Aishwarya was deriving an equation on the blackboard. At first, she was very patient. Later, she asked two questions in a row, and an undergraduate student answered them incorrectly. Her face suddenly became very gloomy and terrifying, and she kept muttering: "You must read more math books."
The undergraduate student was almost scared to tears on the spot.
"She is like a fierce witch" - this is how the person involved described her.
In this way, Wen Qi listened to the whole story of the "Aishwarya complaint incident".
However, Wen Qi was unable to express it fully in words, and face-to-face communication made him nervous.
He heard that Lin Zhixia and Aishwarya were working together on a paper.
He originally didn't want to get involved in this mess, but then he thought that Lin Zhixia had a high IQ and she might accidentally hurt a group of undergraduates, causing the same consequences as Aishwarya. With this in mind, Wen Qi wrote a long email to Lin Zhixia after returning home.
The email detailed the time, place, people, cause and course of the incident, and even included the school's handling of the matter.
The school committee received complaints from undergraduate students, but they did not investigate Aishwarya or impose any punishment on her.
Because, according to the school's "student complaint procedure", students must submit a complaint report within 28 days of the incident - Aishwarya's students ignored this rule. They endured it for several months until they were promoted to the third year, when they remembered the severe blow Aishwarya had dealt to them, which resulted in their complaint not being accepted by the school at all.
Wen Qi carefully recalled the conversations among the undergraduates, and wrote down everything he could think of in the email.
This long email has more than 2,000 words in total. The main body of the email is in Chinese, but also contains some English words.
After Wen Qi finished writing, he checked it carefully.
He picked up a cup of coffee, took a sip silently, and was about to press the send button when his mailbox suddenly rang again.
It turned out that his tutor sent a group email, inviting all the students in the group to dinner.
Every year, as long as there are new people in the group, the tutor will treat everyone to dinner - this is a long-standing tradition in their research group.
Wen Qi nodded. After reading his tutor's email, he scrolled his mouse back and forth to the previous email and accidentally copied a list of recipients in the CC column. He didn't notice this and pressed the send button directly.
Afterwards, Wen Qi broke out in a cold sweat.
His email titled "Aishwarya Complaint Incident" was sent not only to Lin Zhixia, but also to his entire research group. The recipients included his supervisor and Aishwarya himself.
For a person with social phobia, this is almost the end of the world.
He knew deep down that he was finished.
If the Indian senior is a witch, then he is about to become the witch's sacrifice.