Pulled back to his senses by the sound of the elevator, Gu Chuanbai shook his head, grinned at Lu Deng, and pulled the suitcase into the elevator.
The registration of new graduate students is on the third floor of the administration building, but the freshmen who come to report will usually pack their luggage first. Few people bring such a heavy suitcase to check in, and the other party probably does not know the way at all.
I don't know what was in the suitcase, the weight is not light, Gu Chuanbai has been working out all the year round, and he has felt a little tired to carry it all the way.
Without letting Lu Jingmo take over, Gu Chuanbai helped him drag the suitcase into the elevator, and was about to press the button on the third floor when a group of hot new students suddenly rushed in, crowding the small elevator room in a blink of an eye.
On Sunday, the administrative level is closed, and most of the people who will come are the new students who report. The other two young people in the elevator didn't look too old, and the group of freshmen immediately felt relieved and chatted excitedly.
There was a lot of noise in the elevator, Lu Deng blinked his eyes, and took half a step back to the elevator corner without a trace.
His movements were so slight that they hardly caught anyone's attention. Gu Chuanbai's eyes moved, and he turned the suitcase he was holding in his hand, and his empty hand supported the car intentionally or unintentionally, creating a small but peaceful space for him.
This action caused Gu Chuanbai's body to lean forward slightly, but the two of them drew closer, and the aroma of Ning Shenmu quietly dispersed.
The elevator doors closed and slowly ascended.
Lu Deng raised his head and met those eyes that purposely looked away.
Xuan Ting's body suddenly came up against him, but he was still considerate and didn't get too close. He easily wrapped him between the car and his arms, and an invisible barrier was erected beside him. It seemed to be separated for a moment.
The young man who just graduated from college is far from being as proficient and calm as he will be in the future. Lang Jun's face is tensed and serious, but there is a vague tension in the unexpected. The arms supporting the car are stiff and straight.
It seems that just teasing himself on the road is not a common situation.
Lu Deng pursed his lips, but still couldn't hold back his smile. The hand in his pocket moved, he felt the bell attached to the key, and turned it gently between his fingers.
The elevator, which used to be fast in the past, was especially slow today, and Gu Chuanbai was sweating faintly on the back of his neck. Seeing that Lu Jingmo did not contradict his actions, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned his eyes back inch by inch.
Then, unsuspectingly, he slammed into the clear smile that filled his black and moist eyes.
Turning his eyes away, Gu Chuanbai took a deep breath, regained his composure, and tried his best to focus on the small spin on the top of the young man's hair.
The elevator actually stopped on the second floor.
The door opened, unexpectedly empty. The freshmen were complaining in their ears who would press the elevator on the second floor. Gu Chuanbai counted his heartbeats silently, still the charming smile that he had glimpsed in his mind.
Be steady.
Calmly adjusting his breathing, Gu Chuanbai regained his composure and looked back along his hairline.
Lu Jingmo didn't look at him, leaned back on the car, took out his mobile phone through the narrow space he separated, and looked at the notification above.
Probably because he has been studying all the year round, the skin of the youth is white, which makes the eyelashes especially thick and long. A little sweat from the sun on the road has dried up under the air conditioner, soft short hair hanging on the cheeks, soft and delicate facial features, and the corners of the lips still have a nice light curvature.
Perhaps it was because the person watching was too quiet, and his mood gradually calmed down. Gu Chuanbai looked down at him, and turned his eyes away in time before Lu Jingmo noticed it.
It would be nice to have another stop on the second floor and a half.
Failing to hear his inner wish, the elevator stopped on the third floor, and the group of freshmen also laughed and got out of the elevator, rushing towards the registration office in a lively manner.
Gu Chuanbai sighed with regret, lifted his arms while carrying the suitcase, and was about to go out, but one hand had already pressed the panel again.
The shirt was pulled loosely a few times, revealing thin wrists and white and slender fingertips.
Gu Chuanbai stared at the hand for a second, and suddenly realized that he was pressing the button with the word "7" written on it: "Wait, that's not right—"
The seventh floor is the office floor for specially-appointed professors, and the facilities are completely different from those below. Not only is it equipped with an unlimited computer room and a periodical room, but each office is also equipped with an independent lounge and shower room. Regardless of the living area, it is almost comparable to an ordinary one-bedroom.
Anyone can come to the administrative building, but not everyone can go up to the seventh floor. A specially issued access card is required.
Gu Chuanbai only followed the professor up once when he was in college. When he saw Lu Deng press directly to the seventh floor, halfway through the words of blocking, he watched Lu Deng touch his pocket, took out a bunch of keys, and put a piece of it. The blue circular card is attached.
The key was not only tied to the access control, but also a small golden bell, which swayed and jingled with his movements.
Seemingly noticing his sight, Lu Jingmo flipped his wrist lightly, put away the key and looked back at him, with a smile on his brows.
Gu Chuanbai suddenly felt that something was wrong.
This school is helicoptered, and this news is still well-informed. The gossip does say that the Department of Biology has recently hired a particularly young professor of botany, but for a professor at the age of 40, it is considered young and promising, and no one will consider it below 30.
The access control is easy to use. The elevator doors are closed again, and they slowly ascend to the seventh floor.
Looking at his slightly changed expression, Lu Deng's smile deepened, he touched it from his pocket, took out a candy and handed it to him.
Looking at the young man who was probably the youngest professor in the history of Z University, Gu Chuanbai's palm suddenly oozes sweat, he thanked him in a low voice, and took the white and fat toffee.
—He had just teased the professor with a can of Coke on the way, reported his name and department, hooked his shoulders with the professor, and talked about the lab violation record enough to be punished ten times.
He even thumped the professor in the elevator, actually.
Gu Chuanbai felt that things were very bad.
"Is ice cream delicious?"
Seeing his sudden embarrassment, Lu Deng decided to say something to ease the atmosphere. After thinking about it for a while, he chose a topic that interests him the most.
The staff is very sensitive to the rules. It is not that he has never entered the laboratory, but he has never tried liquid nitrogen to make ice cream. Although there are many delicacies in the system world, this single dish sounds quite novel.
Gu Chuanbai was thinking about how many botany courses he had this semester, when he suddenly mentioned ice cream again, and the coolness of the same type of liquid nitrogen suddenly appeared behind him: "Actually—this is just some of our extracurricular discussions, it's about molecules The expanding thinking of gastronomy has not been put into practice…”
Lu Deng blinked, nodded noncommittally, his eyes swept across his face, and the corners of his lips pursed slightly.
After stopping to talk about the topic from ice cream to fluid dynamics, Gu Chuanbai greeted those clear and clear eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he silently clenched the trolley armrest of the suitcase.
"It's actually just mixing cream and milk, adding vanilla and flavoring, then adding liquid nitrogen and stirring directly. It's very simple."
The elevator stopped and opened slowly. Gu Chuanbai walked out with him carrying the suitcase, and spoke in a low voice earnestly.
"The temperature of liquid nitrogen is -196 ℃, but the vaporization point is also low, and short-term contact with protection will not hurt. Under rapid freezing, the condensed crystal particles can be nano-scale, the taste will be more delicate and soft, and the milky fragrance will be Thicker and slower to melt."
Attracted by the taste he described, Lu Deng took out his key and listened intently to his introduction.
The young man's appearance was soft, and his black eyes flashed with a clear and focused light. He listened carefully to his speech, which seemed to be particularly simple and gentle.
Gu Chuanbai couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, resisting the urge to raise his hand to rub his head, his tone became warmer: "As long as the technique is skilled, the taste will be very good."
Lu Deng blinked, expecting more and more: "Will you do it?"
"I-"
Gu Chuanbai opened his mouth and was about to admit, his eyes fell on the nameplate marked with [Distinguished Professor Lu Jingmo] at the entrance of the office, thinking of his 17 classes of botany in four credits this semester, he suddenly sobered up: "...not very good. "
The professor in front of him looks pure and kind, and must be a model of strict adherence to laboratory rules. Whether he knew that he violated discipline, or was brought to violate discipline by himself, it was inappropriate no matter how he saw it.
The overly young professor of botany sighed softly, nodded in disappointment, raised his hand and pushed the door open.
On the bright side, at least you don't have to do homework.
He didn't feel lost for too long because he couldn't eat the more delicate, softer and more creamy ice cream. Lu Deng quickly cheered up and raised his hand to pick up the suitcase, but Gu Chuanbai had already lifted the excessively heavy suitcase. Helped him into the door.
The layout of the office is calm and atmospheric. The mahogany desk is located by the window, the pure black leather sofa, the metal desk lamp, and the bookshelf occupy an entire wall. The whole room has a distinct scientific research atmosphere.
Distinguished professors are all taken over with high settling expenses. Metropolis has specially prepared housing outside the school. This is only for studying and preparing lessons at school and for occasional short stays. Naturally, everything is mainly for convenience.
But a little too lonely.
Just in a trance, a paper cup has been handed to his hand. Gu Chuanbai raised his head, Lu Deng smiled at him, stuffed him with the glass of water, pulled him to sit on the sofa to rest, turned around and packed his suitcase.
In order to make his identity appear more realistic, the system really did not give him less equipment. There are dazzling professional books one after another, and a pile of neatly printed documents, no wonder it is so difficult to carry.
If it wasn't for Gu Chuanbai, who had carried the suitcase up by himself, even if there was an elevator, his arm would have been in pain for a long time.
I was used to being quiet, but I usually don't live here, so Lu Deng didn't realize there was anything wrong with this office. I took out the books one by one and put them on the bookshelf carefully. I was still thinking about making ice cream.
In his current status, he should be able to apply with the main system and get sponsorship to open a private laboratory.
Liquid nitrogen is not too difficult to buy.
Molecular gastronomy sounds good, but Gu Chuanbai still doesn't dare to trust himself. When the two of them get to know each other better, there will be a lot of new things to eat.
Stuffing a heavy coated paper book into the bookshelf, his fingertips ran across the deep gilt Latin, Lu Deng raised the corners of his lips, his brows were slightly curved, and he had made up his mind.
Most scholars who have reached the professor level do not like outsiders to move those rare edition books at will. Gu Chuanbai was sitting on the sofa holding a paper cup, his eyes fell on the busy figure of the young man.
The summer sun is dazzlingly bright, and through the clear glass window, it sprinkles on the gentle eyebrows of the little professor, and the arc of the eyebrows is especially beautiful.
Lu Jingmo was so focused that he couldn't find his gaze for the time being. Gu Chuanbai's eyes were slightly warm, and he let go of his courage and stared at the figure. He moved his hand hidden in his pocket and held the toffee in his palm.
There are many famous scholars in Z University, but the professors I have seen are all over middle-aged, either serious or gentle, and they are devoted to academics, and it seems fitting to have such an office. But looking at the young man in front of him, Gu Chuanbai was full of heart, but his eyes were clear and he was listening intently to himself talking about ice cream.
Still struggling between the credits and the smile in his eyes, Gu Chuanbai put the paper cup aside and thought about it, but his vision suddenly tightened.
The Latin book that was placed on it failed to stand firm, and fell down after shaking it twice.
Lu Jingmo was placing a book on the next floor, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, but because his hand was full of books, he hesitated for a moment between picking up the book or avoiding it, and then his movements slowed down.
"Be careful!"
The book was in a coated paper kraft cover, with sharp metal decorations inlaid at the four corners, and it was definitely enough to smash it.
Gu Chuanbai reminded in a hurry, rushing over, holding the person firmly in his arms, and taking advantage of his height, he raised his hand and took the book in his hand.
All Lu Jingmo held in his hands were books. In order to prevent the books from being thrown to the ground by excessive movements, Gu Chuanbai took his arm and circled around, holding the books firmly, but also hugged the person firmly. full of love.
With a flash of lightning, the office has become quiet again.
The young professor in his arms didn't seem to be frightened by such a change. He raised his head in his arms, smiled again when his eyebrows opened, and said warmly, "Thank you."
The two of them were so close to each other that they could even smell the fresh scent of vegetation on Lu Jingmo's body.
The danger was gone, but Gu Chuanbai's heartbeat was still intense, and the smile became more and more stunned. The arm around him froze for a while, and then he woke up abruptly, withdrew his arms and walked back quickly: "I'm sorry, Professor Lu—"
"King Mo."
Lu Jingmo smiled, corrected a sentence patiently, put the book in his arms, and took the book he was holding in his hand. Seeing that Gu Chuanbai still had no response, he raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, and added the whole sentence: "Just call Jingmo."
The book was quite heavy, Lu Jingmo took it with both hands, and folded Gu Chuanbai's cold fingers due to being too nervous. Seeing that he still didn't let go, he raised his eyebrows and tapped twice.
The force was extremely light, but it made Gu Chuanbai shudder, handing the book back, his eyes fixed on Lu Jingmo's soft short hair.
It's okay to take it a little bit badly.
After Lu Deng tidied up the bookshelf, he was about to continue to tidy up the desk. Then he turned around, but Gu Chuanbai held his arm: "… Jingmo."
No matter what the pseudonym is, I like to hear the tone of the person calling his name seriously. Lu Deng raised his head slightly, and met Gu Chuanbai's particularly solemn expression. He also became serious and waited quietly for his next words.
Gu Chuanbai's heart beat faster, he took a deep breath and said slowly, "Actually—I'm very good at making ice cream..."