More than ten o'clock sunshine is the best time.
After class, everyone consciously put the English film reviews on the desk. Everyone who passed the first row, while putting down a stack of A4 paper, gave Tong Nian "Yes", "Come on", "Xiao Tong Nian is too competitive" 'S eyes...
She was in the higher and higher papers, and continued to slowly draw circles on the textbook, circle circles...
Until... Yaya quietly approached and asked in her ear: "I'm not happy, do you feel like being a heroine?"
"..." She whispered back with a warm face, "You told him?"
"Yeah, I gave him the full set of timetables and the professor's name," Yaya grinned, grabbing her wrist by the way, and a little excited, "I knew I had played Weibo early. I just saw that Gun God turned out to be Opened Weibo! You are still the only one being followed!!"
She hummed, floating.
"Don't bother you, just withdraw." Yaya squeezed her hand.
How can I feel the melancholy of marrying my daughter... Hey.
Soon, all the students in the lecture hall were gone, and she was left with him and the old professor.
The old professor was still too proud of the conversation, patted Gun on the shoulder and told him that he had to rush to the next class. When the professor also evacuated, she and him were really the only ones left in the classroom.
When Han Shangyan saw her holding the book, she looked restless and about to fly.
He knew that he would get busier, so he asked 97 to ask Yaya for her schedule. I want to pick a morning and afternoon to accompany her to live the life of an ordinary student couple.
Reading WeChat yesterday, I could feel that she wanted to talk to herself more, but she was desperately depressed and refused to disturb herself.
She probably has no chance to feel the sweetness that those campus lovers have.
Thinking about it this way, she owed her a lot.
"Your classmates treat you well?" He finally closed the notebook he used to look like and stuffed it into her schoolbag. I just saw the children walking by and winked at her. It was obviously a very good performance.
"Well, many of them are undergraduate classmates."
"I remember you saying,'I'm not good at talking, I used to offend friends and classmates'?"
Good memory 0.0...
"In my junior year, there was a period of time... Everyone didn't like to talk to me."
He nodded.
Thinking of what Yaya said:
"She said that she always offends people? Thinking too much. In the junior year, the junior class students were divided into various departments and suddenly entered the new class. They were treated like this. I used to transfer to high school like this.
"Our undergraduates all know a word: There are three treasures in the department, Tong Nian, intranet and school team.
"Do you know why? Intranet has a large resource library, which can be updated faster than any Internet site; the school basketball team has national athletes and a gathering place for handsome guys all the year round. Finally, we are in our junior year. We are in professional courses and college. In terms of homework, I am fully responsive to my classmates."
Gun touched her little head.
Tong Nian didn't know what happened: "Let's go? There are still classes in this classroom."
Gun was originally to accompany her, so he stood up.
The seat is too small, and I can't stretch my legs after sitting for two whole classes.
Now, feeling released, he moved his shoulders to watch her clean up her books and pens. Suddenly, what did I do when I was a student? No impression at all, as expected, everyone's focus of life is much different.
The two of them walked out of the lecture theatre and went downstairs to pick up the car against the flow of people coming to class.
She pushed her little white bicycle, walked by him, and kept pointing to him: there is the undergraduate dormitory area, there is the graduate dormitory area, there is the activity center, there is the physics building, the chemistry building, and the building The laboratory in the middle of the lake. Gun has never felt the atmosphere of a domestic university, with his hands in his trouser pockets, walking slowly with her.
Two people passed by the outer courtyard.
"Why do you have such a good relationship with this professor?" She finally couldn't help being curious, and asked him.
"Others are nice."
"..."
"how?"
"His nickname in our courtyard is the Old Demon King, and he has the most people..."
Gun "Oh?" he said: "Other people are very interesting. They have been teaching English until they are in their forties. He suddenly decided to take a big vacation and went out to study for a master's degree in industrial design."
"And then continue to come back to teach English? After the master's degree..." What is it for
"It was originally a pastime," Gun saw the library. "Some people are going to be traveling, some are reading, and I just playing games. It's too boring to ask for a purpose in everything."
He is very interested in the library.
She locked the car downstairs and led him in.
The second floor is for recreational books. He didn't stop, and walked straight up with her to the professional book area on the third floor.
It's quiet all around.
The students sitting in the reading area were all burying their heads in taking notes. She followed him and walked all the way to the rows of bookshelves that were not visible. From time to time, I could see people looking for books and some people texting with low hair. A few little girls whispered to the book list given by the professor, and... The couple was pulling their little hands and touching their little arms...
Gun stopped.
She also stopped.
Looking up, they are all design books. Is his major related
He took out a copy at random and flipped it through.
She approached, glanced closely, and asked softly, "Aren't you good at hand-painting?"
He is noncommittal.
It's great, she admires well-painted people the most.
"Then... Why haven't you painted it before?"
"What to draw?" Gun raised his eyebrows.
"Draw... people?"
Obviously, the child has no idea what industrial design is about. He closed the book, placed the corner of the book on her forehead, and slid along the bridge of her nose to the tip of her nose: "Do you think industrial design and body painting are the same?"
"..." I didn't say it was body painting...
So, when someone approached this bookshelf and recognized that the famous adorable girl who had won the ACM World Ranking in the Electric Academy, she blushed and ran away like she did. The man behind her is rather leisurely, slowly putting the book back in place, feeling inexplicably pink bubbles floating around
The girl's face is so red... Could it be... confession? Steal a kiss
this…
Are you kidding me... Is this the library? !
classmate!
Please replay, please replay, please do it again...