Xiang Wan and Hu Bandao took a taxi there.
When we arrived, there were almost a dozen men and women sitting in the private room.
Usually in the classroom, everyone dresses more casually, but when they come out to play, they all dress up specially, especially the female students, who are sweet, cold, and gentle, each with their own different styles. Sitting together, there is a kind of prosperity beauty.
Fortunately, neither Zitan nor Du Landuo were there.
Xiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, "Hi, everyone!"
"Quick! This way, this way, the beauty comes and sits here!"
"Show face! A female man, what beauty is robbing a man!"
"Fuck it, don't you understand?"
It was the first time to attend a class reunion, and everyone was very new to her, and they took turns joking with her.
"thanks, thanks!"
After she was seated, she seemed to be saying thank you throughout the whole process.
People in a circle have a common topic, and the feeling of getting along is much better than she expected.
The two female classmates who were gossiping about her in the cafeteria were sitting next to her that day, but everyone tacitly forgot about it.
The dinner table is full of positive energy.
During the period, someone inevitably mentioned Er Shao Mu again.
This seems to be an indispensable program for gatherings in the circle.
Mu Ershao is a myth in the Internet literature circle, a myth that no one has ever seen.
Therefore, Xiang Wan, who had the signed book of Mu Er Shao, became a hot topic of conversation. Some people asked him where he got the signed book, and some people asked her whether Mu Er Shao was male or female, and what he looked like...
It was difficult for Xiang Wan to answer.
He only said that a friend of a friend knew him, and he was perfunctory.
Judging from the eyes of others, her explanation is doubtful,
But they are all people with high emotional intelligence, and no one will ask the bottom line without understanding.
…
After the dinner, they went to sing K again, but Xiang Wan refused.
During the meal, she couldn't resist being persuaded to drink some wine, and then went to sing K, she didn't know what she would be like.
It's scary enough to lose your composure in front of Bai Muchuan, but you don't dare to contemplate losing your composure in front of these classmates.
After all, her wine taste is not good, Bai Muchuan is right.
Hu Bandao was very loyal, seeing that her cheeks were flushed from drinking, he didn't let her take a taxi back alone, but accompanied her back to the academy.
The college was very quiet that night, and most of the students hadn't come back yet.
Hu Bandao sent her directly to the door of the dormitory.
There were only the two of them in the quiet corridor.
After the sound of swiping the card, Xiang Wan didn't turn the doorknob, but turned to Hu Bandao and smiled.
"Okay. You hurry up and join them."
"Okay." Hu Bandao replied, but he didn't move, his eyes stuck to her face as if glued on, "Take good care of yourself, you look a bit haggard, you look so distressed .”
Ga…
Xiang Wan seemed to have been struck by lightning.
"You drank too much. So sour?"
Hu Bandao was stunned, and chuckled, "Is it sour? There are more sour ones, do you want to listen?"
Xiang Wan leaned back against the door, "...you can disappear."
Hu Bandao and her eye contacted in the air for a moment, then he sighed suddenly and smiled.
"Forget it, you can't stand being teased! Don't talk about it. I'm flashing. Call me if you need anything!"
Xiang Wan chuckled, "Okay. Little Pujie doesn't understand the world of your gods, so go quickly."
In the Internet literature circle, the polarization is quite serious. Small authors like Xiang Wan may have problems surviving, but these great authors are high-income earners, especially those who have copyright derivatives, which are far higher than those of other industries. Therefore, they have no shortage of girlfriends, let alone gentle and virtuous girlfriends who can add fragrance to their red sleeves.
Finding a female author to fall in love is purely asking for trouble for a male author.
Two people are facing each other - code words
Thinking about that scene, Xiang Wan was drunk.
"Let's go quickly! It's time to urge you later."
Hu Bandao said in a hoarse voice for a while, "Well, you think it's okay?"
Xiang Wan rubbed his flushed face, "Of course. I'm not drunk!"
Hu Bandao bowed his head, smiled, waved his hand, and left.
Xiang Wan would not allow the ambiguity that shouldn't happen.
She knew clearly that it was not love.
It's just that alcohol and parting sorrow have catalyzed certain feelings.
She pushed open the door of the dormitory, turned on the light, and threw herself on the bed, like a soft doll, who didn't like to move her fingers.
Summer nights in Kyoto are windy and not as muggy as Jincheng.
The tall leaves outside the window were rustling by the wind. Xiang Wan listened and gradually calmed down.
Just fell asleep when the phone rang.
Xiang Wan's eyelids seemed to be glued together, and he couldn't even open them, so he asked vaguely, "Hello?"
"Have you been drinking?" The voice on the phone was full of dissatisfaction.
"Bai Muchuan?" Xiang Wan made sure, sneered with a laugh, and hummed nasally, "What's the matter with you?"
She seems to have fallen in love with the game of flirting with Bai Muchuan recently, and every time the flirting makes him stop talking, she feels an inexplicable sense of victory.
Maybe it was because he bullied him too much when he was in Jincheng.
She thought in a daze, and then asked in a daze: "If you have something to say, just say it, if it's not, I'll hang up..."
Drinking makes her sleepy, and when she gets sleepy, she becomes a fool.
However, after waiting for a long time, the man on the other end of the phone did not make a sound.
Don't talk, don't hang up the phone, what are you going to do
Xiang Wan couldn't bear it any longer, and yawned, "Bai Muchuan, what are you trying to say? Ancestor, don't be like this all the time, okay? I don't have time to play guessing games with you..."
"I've been drinking too," he said, "still drinking."
"?"What's the meaning
"Can't you hear it?"
Yes, why did he hear that she was drinking, but she didn't
Xiang Wan tugged at the hair on his head, feeling so sleepy that his brain couldn't work.
"Okay, then drink well, good night..."
"Don't hang up!" He suddenly ordered domineeringly.
"Huh? Why should I listen to you... Tch! I'm not your mother!"
Xiang Wan unconsciously used this common joke on the Internet to tease him.
But when these words came out, Bai Muchuan's breathing became obviously tight.
There was another silence.
Xiang Wan narrowed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when he suddenly said, "I don't have a mother anymore."
Ok? Xiang Wan was slightly startled, and his mind became clearer, "Hey, what's the matter with you? Did something happen?"
Only then did she belatedly realize that there was something wrong with Bai Muchuan tonight.
He was very depressed, and what was hidden in his calm tone was obviously a monstrous hostility.
And he said that he didn't look like a mother, he looked like a child again!
Xiang Wan wondered why every time she heard Bai Muchuan speak to her in such a tone, she would inexplicably think of him as a helpless big child in need of love...
Did the Virgin Mary attack
People who eat Chinese cabbage worry about the lives of other rich people
"It doesn't matter if they don't like me, I don't need them... I don't need them anymore..."
Bai Muchuan seemed to be speaking subconsciously, to himself, or to the self in his heart.
"I don't need anyone to love me. Anyone."
What with what? Xiang Wan's brain went crazy, "Hey, are you alright?"
"Am I okay... who cares?"
I go! The wise and powerful police officer Bai was possessed by a literary niche
Xiang Wan rubbed his sore brain, turned over and fell on the pillow, looked at the incoming call on his mobile phone, and confirmed that it was Bai Muchuan who was talking to him, and finally believed that these words came from his mouth.
"Mr. Xiaobai?" She imitated Li Ma's calling him, "What happened to you?"
"Do you care? Xiang Wan."
"..."
Did this guy drink more than she did? The foreword does not match the afterword.
Xiang Wan almost guessed that Bai Muchuan had drunk too much and was in a mood, so he called her.
She couldn't help but yawned again, "Okay, it's so hard to talk to a drunk, you talk, and I'll hang up if you don't?"
There was no sound from the phone.
Xiang Wan pricked up his ears and listened for a while, then became impatient.
"Nervous..."
With a grunt, she dropped the phone, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
…
The next morning, Xiang Wan sent the compiled summary to the head teacher's mailbox.
After paying the job, she was relaxed.
It's the last day of class, and there are fewer students in the classroom.
When Xiang Wan opened his notebook, Hu Bandao had just arrived in the classroom.
He slept in the dormitory in the morning and didn't go to class, so he sat down and asked with a smile.
"Good afternoon, little bowl."
"..." Xiang Wan was speechless about the nickname.
"What time is the flight tomorrow?" He asked again.
"Nine thirty in the evening."
"Why so late?"
"... It's cheap!" Xiang Wan rolled his eyes, "You gods, you don't understand Xiaopujie's frugal life."
Uh! Hu Bandao chuckled, "Is it convenient to go home after arriving in Jincheng?"
When he asked him this question, Xiang Wan thought of Bai Muchuan.
He said he wanted to go back to Jincheng with her, but he didn't ask her what time the plane left.
Even in that inexplicable phone call last night, the two of them didn't have a serious agreement on this matter.
Maybe, he was just talking
"What's wrong?" Hu Bandao observed her expression, "Do you need me to book a car for you?"
"No, no, no need." Xiang Wan reacted and gave him a cold stare, "Aren't you running out of money? Do you want me to give you the bank account number?"
"Hahaha." Hu Bandao smiled, "No problem."
The students arrived one after another.
There are still about ten minutes before class, and people who are familiar with each other gather together to chat.
The beauty on Xiang Wan's left suddenly poked her arm.
"Hey, I heard that there are two outstanding students this time, and one of them is Zitan from your website..."
Xiang Wan's eyelids twitched, "Really? I don't know?"
The girl looked at her, "Have you concluded the handover yet?"
Xiang Wan nodded, "It's handed in, the task is still to be completed."
"Yes, everyone will write it as a task." The girl's opinion is the same as that of Hu Bandao, "Let's accompany the prince to study, so we don't have to think so much."
"Yeah." Xiang Wan chuckled.
She's really powerless to deal with this.
"Hey, I heard that Zitan's data on your website is not very good, so..."
Just as she was saying this, the notebook on the table fell to the ground with a snap.
The sound startled the two of them, they looked up quickly, just in time to see Zitan walking past them coldly.
That notebook was accidentally touched by her body.
Zitan didn't apologize, but kept a cold face.
The girl's face turned red.
She didn't know if Zitan heard it! ? I can't wait to find a seam in the ground to get in.
The innocent Xiang Wan met Zitan's eyes when she looked up.
Their eyes met in the air for a second, Zitan pursed his mouth, turned his head and left with a cold face, as if he hadn't seen her.
Inexplicably awkward!
This encounter is very helpless.
After what happened that day, the two of them nodded at most when they met, and there was almost no communication, and she didn't have a hot face to stick to someone's cold ass.
Now that this matter is added, there is obviously no grievance, but it suddenly becomes complicated.
…
Last day for graduation ceremony.
It was a sunny day, the sun was very good, and the students were all in good spirits.
The leaders of the college and the Writers Association have all arrived at the scene.
The head teacher was the host of the ceremony. After the leaders had finished speaking, he said slowly that after reading the summaries written by everyone last night and discussing with all the teachers, two outstanding students were selected.
"One male author, one female author."
This is the result that everyone guessed, and the faces of the students are very calm.
"Please, author of Yantian Chinese Website, Fengyan is just right."
When Fengyan's exact name came out from the head teacher's mouth, everyone knew it clearly.
No surprise at all.
I knew that was the case yesterday.
At this time, someone had already stolen the name of "Red Sandalwood" in private.
In the classroom, countless people also looked at her.
Everyone knows that another outstanding student must be Zitan.
Obviously, Zitan himself knew about it.
She was sitting upright with a calm expression on her face, but it was obvious that she was ready to get up and go on stage.
"Please, author of Wenquan Academy—Master Xiang!"
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
When Zitan heard about Wenquan Academy, half of her body had already stood up, but what the teacher called out was not her name.
The accident came unexpectedly.
There was a loud sigh in the classroom.
…
It took at least three seconds for Zitan to sit back.
Xiang Wan, on the other hand, did not stand up even after three seconds.
"Me?" Her cheeks were hot, and she was not prepared at all.
"It's you! Go!" Although Hu Bandao was also a little surprised, but more because she was happy, he secretly stabbed her arm, "Hurry up, it's all up to you, don't be ashamed! Straighten up, figure So good, just use it to show off at a time like this, do you understand?"
Xiang Wan: "..."
She blushed with shame, got up slowly, and walked to the podium.
That section of the road was obviously very short, but she felt as if it was very far away.
There were whispers around her, but her mind went blank for a moment.
I don't know how to stand on the podium, let alone how to read with a manuscript.
She can barely hear her own voice, and rarely goes on stage, making her uncomfortable.
Especially, Zitan, who was sitting in the middle of the quiet classroom, looked at her with eyes like ice picks...
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The second watch arrives!
Mr. Xiang got an outstanding award inexplicably, which frightened her little heart out.
Well, for this excellence, you also praise me, and throw the monthly pass in my small bowl... Haha!