Shen Zhijin's temperament is cold and proud, and he rarely gets angry.
Of course, rather than saying that he has a good temper, it is better to say that he cares too little.
And every time he gets angry, he will never be furious like everyone else.
He didn't even change his tone of voice, only his eyes became extremely cold, and the air pressure around him was extremely low.
Even if you don't say a word, just looking at it is enough to make people startled.
Yan Qiu has been with him for two years and knows him best.
So just now when I accidentally saw Ning Li's eyes drooping slightly and silent, my heart skipped a beat.
——That appearance, that aura, is exactly the same as when the boss is angry!
Ning Li was stunned when she heard the words:
"Have it?"
Yan Qiu tugged at Fu Niannian.
"Niannian, you said, just now—isn't it very similar!"
Fu Niannian's face turned dark when he called him that, but Ning Li helped him solve the big problem, and his overall mood was still very good, so he let Yan Qiu off.
He looked at Ning Li, then leaned back again, stroked his chin, thoughtfully:
".It seems that the resemblance is not only when you are angry. Don't you think that the little junior sister actually looks a bit like the boss?"
He said, raising his finger.
"The eyes are very similar."
Ning Li looked at them in a daze.
Up to now, she has met Shen Zhijin several times. Although she is not familiar with him, she is definitely no stranger.
But she never cared about this problem.
"Did you just find out?"
Tang Yi finally couldn't bear it any longer.
"I saw it the first time I saw my junior sister. Her eyebrows and eyes really resembled the boss's. Before I saw the junior junior sister's registration form, I thought she was a relative of the boss's own."
Yan Qiu has been with Shen Zhijin for a long time. Although Fu Niannian was with another vice president before, he also met Shen Zhijin many times.
When you stay with someone for a long time, you tend to get used to many things, and it is easy to ignore many details.
So when they saw Ning Li, they didn't immediately feel that she and Shen Zhijin looked alike.
However, Tang Yi was only recruited this year, and he didn't have much contact with Shen Zhijin before.
This instead made him sharper.
It's just that he hasn't mentioned it before.
Now that Yan Qiu and Fu Niannian had said that, he followed suit.
Sure enough, after his reminder, Yan Qiu and the two also came back to their senses, stared at Ning Li carefully for a while, and gradually became a little startled.
"Huh? It seems to be true!"
Ning Lisheng had distant mountain eyebrows and peach blossom eyes.
If you look carefully, you really look like Shen Zhijin.
Such eyebrows and eyes, placed on the girl's face, are clear and clean, pure and moving.
But when placed on a man's face, it looks handsome and elegant, bright and clean.
The reason why they didn't see this much before is because men and women are different, and the second is that there is a difference in age between the two, and there is always a gap in time.
In the end, Shen Zhijin carried the arrogance and aloofness in his bones, and his peach blossom eyes, which were supposed to be gentle and affectionate, were also tainted with a bit of desolation.
That's even less like it.
But it wasn't until just now, seeing Ning Li's appearance, that people were surprised - these two people really look alike when they get angry.
Fu Niannian joked with a smile:
"Hey, it turns out that good-looking people are all alike, little junior sister, you and the boss are quite destined."
Ning Li blinked.
Only Yan Qiu let out a long sigh.
There is a boss like Shen Zhijin at the top, the pressure is already great, and now there is another junior sister.
From now on, not only would he not dare to offend the boss, but even seeing his junior sister unhappy, his legs would soften accordingly.
What is this called
He patted Fu Niannian on the shoulder.
"Let's go, let's eat."
Fu Niannian looked disgusted:
"Which cafeteria are you going to! Junior sister helped me so much today, so I can't treat you? Junior sister, tell me, which nearby takeaway would you like to eat? Senior brother can help you order!"
Ning Li originally wanted to say no, but then thought about the advanced math homework that she hadn't written yet.
"Claypot rice."
Lu Huai made appointments with Ning Li several times in succession, but Ning Li refused on the grounds that she wanted to study and do experiments.
Of course, the focus of study is advanced mathematics (on).
As time goes by, Ning Li's progress is also constantly advancing.
Every time Lu Huai came to ask questions, Ning Li would turn to a new chapter and take a picture for him to show her intentions.
Lu Huaiyu was almost forced to relearn advanced mathematics (Part 1).
When he was in college, he only flipped through this book, and it disappeared on the day of the exam.
How could I have imagined that there would be such a day
On Thursday night, Ning Li took the initiative to send him a photo.
Lu Huai and picked up the phone.
That's a proof question.
[Proof: When x>0, xln(x+√1+x2)>1+√x2-1.]
Lu Huaiyu put down the contract in his hand, took out a blank piece of paper from the side, and was about to write it when he received the second message from Ning Li.
[Ah, I forgot that the second brother only listened to Professor Fang's class, so he probably didn't learn this? I'd better write it myself.]
Lu Huai raised his eyebrows.
[Junior girl, you probably don't know, I got perfect marks in high math.]
Ning Li is very serious.
[There is no full score in the learning process, no sense of accomplishment.]
Lu Huai touched his left cheek with the tip of his tongue, and smiled angrily.
Friday.
Another high math class.
Ning Li came to the classroom with her backpack on her back.
There is no class yet, and there is a hustle and bustle.
She took out her book and started collecting homework at the same time.
Suddenly, the classroom suddenly fell silent.
Ning Li was counting homework books at the lecture table. She thought it was Professor Fang who came, so she didn't care, and continued to count.
Then, someone came towards the podium, and the footsteps got closer and closer.
After counting the last one, she made a gesture to turn around:
"Professor Fang, all the homework is collected—"
The voice of the smile is low and loose.
"Student, I haven't handed in my homework yet, why is it all done?"
Regardless of whether Lu Er's high math homework is handed in or not, I'm going to eat anyway.
It's late, don't wait.
The rice cooker stays in February
(end of this chapter)