like a kitten's mouth...
kitten mouth...
kitten…
It was the first time Xia Yuzhou heard someone say that, and he was dumbfounded. He took out the breakfast steamed buns he just bought, stuffed them into his half-open mouth, and after chewing, he found his own voice: "You can really talk."
The students entered the classroom one after another.
In the first class in the morning of the university, many people will bring breakfast and eat it quickly before class. There are also more arrogant ones who eat while listening to lectures. However, this kind of situation does not exist in the class of "Tie Baogong". You must eat and wipe up and throw out the packaging bag before the class bell rings.
A boy ran in in a panic and tripped over the steps at the door.
"Hey hey!" The boy flapped his arms quickly, spinning in the air like a propeller. The body stabilized, but the soybean milk in his hand came out.
"Ah—" the girl in the front row screamed and hugged her head, and the soy milk cup wrapped in a plastic bag was thrown straight at Xia Yuzhou's face.
"Crack!" A gloved hand stood in front of Xia Yuzhou, firmly catching the soymilk that was flying towards him. This seemed to be a scene in a bloodbath, which shocked everyone.
There was a moment of silence in the classroom.
"What the hell?"
"Wow!"
Xia Yuzhou swallowed the bun in his mouth, took the cup of flying soy milk from Si Jun's hand, and whistled: "Cool!"
The boy who wrestled ran over blushing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Xia Yuzhou returned the soymilk to him: "It's ok, buddy, you just performed the three-hundred-six fixed-point rotation in the air, master."
"Hahaha..." The people in the classroom suddenly laughed.
The boy also laughed, and sat down beside Xia Yuzhou, "My name is Cai Chengbi, a clinical sophomore... Huh? Si Jun, it's really rare that you actually ate breakfast."
Cai, who was halfway through speaking, saw the steamed stuffed bun on the table, and looked in surprise at Si Jun who was slowly taking off his gloves and setting up the class.
"You two know each other?" Xia Yuzhou felt that this classmate's name sounded familiar.
"Well, in the same class. Do you two eat pickles? I got them from the breakfast shop. This shredded pickles are delicious." Cai Chengbi enthusiastically took out another pickles in a small plastic bag.
Si Jun shook his head slightly, indicating that he would not eat.
"Did you not have breakfast?" Xia Yuzhou asked him in a low voice.
Si Jun paused, and showed him the empty box: "I've eaten it." A small milk box, which was completely drunk, was flattened and folded into cubes, and packed in a paper envelope.
"Drinking milk on an empty stomach, what can I do? Come, have a steamed bun." Xia Yuzhou picked up a small steamed bun, and stuffed it into Sijun's hand without any explanation.
Si Jun looked at him, then at the steamed bun, pursing his lips slightly.
"So it's you, bro!" Student Cai's eyes lit up when he saw the name in class.
"what?"
"You are Zhou Shu's brother, right? Shu's brother is also my brother!" As he spoke, he asked Xia Yuzhou to eat pickles more enthusiastically, and tried to contribute his own tea eggs.
"Oh, you are the dish... Cough, classmate."
"That's right, I'm that badass, hahahaha!" Student Cai didn't care about his nickname, and drank a few sips of soy milk.
The two were chatting happily when Si Jun standing next to him suddenly got up, clenched his hands into fists and frowned tightly. Before Xia Yuzhou could react, he ran out of the classroom and went straight to the bathroom.
Xia Yuzhou was taken aback and hurried over to have a look.
Si Jun obviously vomited, rinsed his mouth by the sink, supported the countertop for a while, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Xia Yuzhou was taken aback.
"There's garlic in the buns." Si Jun looked very uncomfortable, and physiological moisture appeared in his eyes. It was also at this time that Xia Yuzhou noticed that the eyeballs of this man were dark blue. After being covered with water vapor, they looked like the midsummer night sky washed by rain, so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away.
"You can't eat garlic?" It was the first time Xia Yuzhou saw someone who was so sensitive to garlic. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but that he couldn't eat it. He would vomit immediately after taking a bite.
To apologize, Xia Yuzhou bought him a bottle of yogurt from the vending machine. It just so happened that the class bell rang, and without giving the other party any time to refuse, he stuffed it directly into Si Jun's hand, and ran back madly pulling his wrist.
The teacher just stepped into the classroom, glared at the two people who were sitting in a panic, and slowly took out the roster.
"Iron Baogong" is well-deserved of its reputation. If there is no nonsense coming up, let's roll the name first. After ordering one, I have to get up, recognize the face for the teacher, wait for all 44 students to order, and basically remember all of them, which is very scary.
"In our class, the usual score is 50%, that is, 50 points. If you miss a class, you will deduct 10 points; if you miss homework, you will deduct 20 points."
There was a gasp in the classroom. In normal courses, the proportion of normal scores will not exceed 40%, which is to leave room for those students who can get high scores without taking classes. If you have 50 points, you can’t do it. If you miss a certain number of classes, you will fail the course directly, and you don’t need to take the final exam.
Teacher Tie was very satisfied with the silence of the students in the audience, and turned on the multimedia equipment to start the class.
The content of the first section of the elective course is mostly to explain the meaning of this course, without any focus. Xia Yuzhou took advantage of the teacher's turning around to work on the computer, quickly ate the buns, and started to feel sleepy after eating.
He has a very sleepy physique and needs to sleep for more than ten hours a day, so he rarely chooses the first class in the morning. And this class is the first section.
"Reproductive medicine has made outstanding contributions to human reproduction..."
The teacher's voice floated farther and farther away, and various human organs, babies, cells, and paramecia fought in front of my eyes, and fell asleep without knowing it.
"Xia Yuzhou, tell me." The question in a loud voice pulled Xia Yuzhou back from the paramecia quagmire.
"Reproductive medicine, your major, contact..." Caibi lowered his head and reminded in a low voice.
"You are the only oral learner here, let's talk about it." The teacher raised his chin at him.
Xia Yuzhou stared in confusion, shaking his head: "The usefulness of reproductive medicine for studying the oral cavity is that the oral cavity is also a reproductive organ."
"Haha!" Someone burst out laughing uncontrollably, and stopped laughing after a couple of laughs, and the classroom was so quiet that a needle could be heard.
Tie Baogong pointed at him in disbelief, his fingertips trembling: "What do you mean by mouth?"
Xia Yuzhou woke up instantly, and coughed dryly: "Hey, it's not classified in this way in medicine, but it can be regarded as such in ethics. After all, people always have to kiss before they can do anything else. So, when I open a dental clinic in the future, I will The knowledge of reproductive medicine can be used to persuade patients to have a good set of teeth, which is conducive to the reproduction of offspring."
"Pfft... Hahahahahahaha!"
The whole class couldn't control it anymore, their laughter almost knocked down the roof.
Tie Baogong turned into a black-faced Baogong, pointing at him and trembling for a while: "You, next week, submit a report of no less than 10,000 words, and explain in detail what organ the mouth is! If you don't pass the discussion, your semester The usual score, zero!"
"Good teacher!"
Although the teacher was stern and selfless, he still gave him a chance to save him. Otherwise, Xia Yuzhou will become the shame of the medical university who failed the department in the first class, and it will be written in the history of the school and admired by future generations.
Finally, when get out of class was over, Xia Yuzhou immediately put the 10,000-word report behind him when he saw Si Jun start to tidy up his things. He gloated and sat on the spot with his head on one hand, wanting to see how this guy in a suit and tie would carry that box of spray back.
Si Jun packed the class in a slow manner, took off the bow tie, folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.
"Why did you take it off?" Xia Yuzhou thought the man would wear it all the time.
Si Jun frowned unobtrusively, and didn't seem to want to answer, but out of politeness, he explained: "Class is a formal occasion, get out of class is not."
He stood up, put on his gloves, hung his coat and a black straight-handled umbrella in his arms, and easily picked up the carton with one hand.
"Brother Xia, I still have class, so I'm leaving first." Classmate Cai said hello and slipped away, fearing that Xia Yuzhou would catch him and ask him to share the thesis.
Si Jun and Xia Yuzhou had no class in the second period, so they walked out of the teaching building together. Today is a sunny day, the sun is shining brightly outside. Xia Yuzhou put on a mask in front of the teaching building, buttoned the hood of the hoodie and tightened the hood strap, exposing only a pair of eyes.
"Where are you going?" Si Jun quietly watched him make a series of movements before asking.
"Go to the activity center." The cultural festival is about to start, and his sword dancing program has not been arranged yet, so he has to hurry up and practice.
The activity center is specially built by the school for student activities. It has a gymnasium, piano room, dance room, conference tables, and coffee shop. It is the place where students go most often besides classrooms and dormitories.
"Can I buy you a cup of tea?" Si Jun said very naturally, and added under Xia Yuzhou's shocked gaze, "Thank you for helping me receive the prize."
"Oh." The corners of Xia Yuzhou's mouth twitched. This man really spoke with a medieval accent, as his younger brother said. It's strange that he treats such a simple matter as inviting a classmate to a drink like a date invitation.
Si Jun handed over the arm with the umbrella and coat hanging on it.
"What are you doing?" Xia Yuzhou was at a loss.
"Help me with an umbrella."
"..."
"I'm allergic to ultraviolet rays and can't bask in the sun."
Xia Yuzhou didn't know why he agreed. He held up the big black umbrella to cover the scorching sun, and walked side by side with Si Jun, who was holding a cardboard box, on the campus.
That night, on the S forum of the Medical University, a popular post appeared with a very Hong Kong media style title:
[Unfortunately lost in the selection, Xia Yuzhou's scenery is no longer, and it has become a school grass umbrella boy!]
"Hey?" Xia Yuzhou laughed angrily at the title.
Clicking in, there is a photo of the back of the two people inside, and I can't help but ask questions.
[Yuzhou singing bowl (me): We’re just holding an umbrella together, why are you the younger brother?]
[Aijun: You can see clearly upstairs, Sijun is taller than Xia Yuzhou. Normally, when two people walk together, the tall one should hold an umbrella, and the short one should hold an umbrella, either as a bodyguard or a follower.]
[The most handsome in my state: Hey, it's all my fault that I didn't get votes for Zhouzhou, so that he was bullied by Sijun.]
No, it's just a school grass selection, and it's not a fight for the throne, what do you guys do
Xia Yuzhou couldn't understand the thinking of these people. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight the idlers on the forum for 300 rounds, when the phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID displayed as "Head of the Art Troupe".
The group leader's voice was abnormally excited: "Yuzhou! You know the clinical Sijun!"
Xia Yuzhou: "Just met, what's the matter?"
The head of the group wished to add five exclamation points in one sentence: "You! Go! Go and invite him to our cultural festival! Let him play the piano!"
Xia Yuzhou: "Huh? Isn't there someone in our group who plays the piano? No matter how bad it is, I can do it for you. Why do you need Sijun?"
The head of the group stomped his feet on the spot: "Do you know who he is? He plays the piano and won the international award in the children's category at the age of 13. I heard that he is preparing for the Masters next year. If he wins, it will be the world A top-level piano master! If he can be hired to play the piano, this cultural festival will be a hit for the entire university in Yanjing."
Xia Yuzhou smacked his lips: "Is that an exaggeration? He hasn't become a master yet, besides, I don't know him well."
Team leader: "Why are you unfamiliar? Didn't you hold an umbrella for him?"
Xia Yuzhou: "... Damn!"