Sikong is tall and straight, wearing the No. 23 red basketball uniform and black wristbands on his hands when he first met him, he looks like a student who is about to play.
His looks are eye-catching, and the basketball uniform is also eye-catching red. Just standing like this, many students in the classroom looked over.
"I don't think you've seen this person before?"
"Not from our academy."
"Definitely not, it's impossible for me not to know the handsome guy in our academy."
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Wen Qing was the closest to Sikong and was soon affected.
He felt that the unfamiliar students were looking at him.
Wen Qing hurriedly moved a seat to the side, motioning for Sikong to sit down.
Sikong sat down, glanced at the young college students in the teacher, his brows and eyes slightly stretched.
Wen Qing looked at him, then looked outside the window, outside the door, etc., except for the students who hurried into the classroom, they did not see Yu Xing and Ji Yu.
He opened his mouth and was about to ask.
Knowing that the squad leader in front suddenly turned around and looked Sikong up and down.
The management class is a big class, and the three classes are taught together, but after one year, the students basically have a little impression of the appearance of the students in this major.
The handsome guy will never forget.
The class monitor stared at Sikong for a while, and tentatively said, "That classmate, did you go to the wrong classroom?"
"Public administration majors here."
Sikong looked at him and said coldly, "I'm here to find someone."
The squad leader was stunned for a moment, without thinking too much, and asked again: "Then who are you looking for?"
"I can help you ask in the group."
Sikong: "..."
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "... find me."
Monitor: "..."
He pushed down his glasses and looked at Wen Qing silently.
After a while, he said awkwardly, "Then why were you two so polite just now?"
Who has to misunderstand this
Wen Qing said dryly: "We haven't seen each other for a while."
"just kidding."
The class monitor didn't ask any more questions. He looked at Sikong and saw that Sikong's gaze had been on Wen Qing. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and reminded: "Teacher Wang's class will only be called in the first class."
The implication is that there are a few classes left, if you want to skip classes, you can.
Wen smiled lightly and thanked in a low voice: "Okay."
The squad leader didn't bother the two of them to talk about the old days, and turned around and sat back in their seats.
When the class bell rang, Teacher Wang walked up to the podium and clicked on the PPT. He glanced at the classroom, paused for two seconds on Sikong, then moved away quickly, and began to lecture. Wen Qing took out the textbook, and took advantage of the opportunity to glance at the corners of the classroom. Outside the window and outside the door, there was still no sign of Yu Xing and Ji Yu.
Probably seeing what he was looking for, Sikong tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and said to him: "Only me."
Wen Qing was taken aback, a little surprised.
Only Sikong
He tilted his head to look at Sikong, blinked, and asked in a low voice, "Then you also have twelve hours?"
After finishing speaking, Wen Qing took out her mobile phone and checked the class schedule.
Today Tuesday, from the first class in the morning to the last class in the afternoon, the class is full.
Sikong looked at his profile and said lightly, "Four hours."
Wen Qing paused with her fingertips, only four hours
Three people, twelve hours.
One person, four hours.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, remembering the program she saw on Iou's computer.
Sikong, Yuxing and Ji Yu all went out.
He realized that the three of them had probably discussed it and shared the time equally.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, curled up his fingers, unconsciously tapped the phone screen with his fingertips, and asked softly, "What about four hours later?"
Worried that Sikong would be like everyone else again, he looked up at Sikong, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and added, "Don't change the subject."
Sikong stared into his eyes, which were filled with inexplicable emotions.
Seeing Wen Qing staring straight at him, she said helplessly, "Probably just take a nap."
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then pursed her lips tightly.
The answer is vague.
Biting the pronunciation of the words, he asked emphatically, "How long has this sleep been?"
"Will you wake up, or will you sleep forever?"
Sikong couldn't help but raised his hand, rubbed his hair, didn't answer the question directly, but asked: "Are you reluctant to part with me?"
Wen Qing nodded calmly.
Sikong laughed again, and said slowly: "If you hate me, I will wake up."
"After being his coolie for so long, I have to rest."
Wen Qing knows that "he" refers to Io.
Judging from Sikong's tone, it was he who chose to rest, not forced by Io.
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
When he raised his eyes, he met Teacher Wang's gaze.
Wen Qing: "..."
He seemed to have lost himself in chatting with Sikong just now.
Wen Qing hurriedly lowered her eyes.
Fortunately, Teacher Wang didn't pursue it, and just said casually: "Listen to the class carefully, this knowledge point needs to be tested."
Wen nodded lightly, quietly took out his mobile phone, and checked the time.
He can still spend another four hours with Sikong.
After a while, when Teacher Wang stopped paying attention to them looking for a corner, Wen Qing turned sideways and asked Sikong in a low voice: "After class is over later, should we skip class?"
"No need," Sikong turned his head to look at him, and said softly, "Didn't you always want to go back to the real world and study hard?"
"This is your first class after you come back."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to do something?"
Sikong said slowly: "There are many things I want to do."
"Experiencing your life is one of them."
After speaking, he turned over a page of the book and reminded, "It's time to take notes."
Wen hummed lightly, and jotted down the important explanation.
Sikong sat next to him, he couldn't listen to the class at all, what the teacher said went into his left ear and out of his right ear.
It's all up to Sikong to remind you to take notes here and highlight the key points there.
Sikong listened more seriously than him.
After one class, Wen Qing was finally able to listen to the class by herself in the second class.
But when the teacher is talking nonsense, he will look at Sikong.
"... When I was a graduate student in the beautiful country, Chinese students were mainly divided into two categories..."
The teacher started talking nonsense again.
Wen Qing turned to look at Sikong.
Sikong was lowering his eyes, flipping through his other textbooks.
I don't know what I saw, the corners of my lips raised slightly.
Wen Qing couldn't help leaning over, looking down at the textbook: "What are you laughing at?"
Sikong pointed to the after-school exercises in economics and said to him: "You did this question wrong."
"The first half is correct, and the second half starts to scribble."
Wen Qing was puzzled: "Is it funny to do something wrong?"
"It's not funny," Sikong raised his eyelids, looked into Wen Qing's eyes, and said flatly, "It's very cute."
He could imagine Wen gently biting the penholder, thinking for a long time, and finally gave up and wrote an answer casually.
Wen Qing felt a little embarrassed when he saw him, she couldn't help avoiding her gaze, and said slowly: "How could you tell at a glance that I did something wrong."
"Have you read this kind of book?"
Sikong nodded and said calmly, "I'll watch it when I'm bored."
Wen Qing was surprised: "Are you bored too?"
Sikong asked back: "Why am I not bored?"
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Don't you often appreciate the scenery or something?"
In his impression, Sikong was enjoying the scenery when he was free, and he didn't look bored.
Sikong caressed the pages of the book with his fingertips, his expression indifferent: "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will become ordinary after seeing it many times."
"The change and evolution of animals and plants takes a long period. In comparison, humans are more interesting."
"That's why I like humans."
As he spoke, he raised his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.
In a daze, Wen Qing had the illusion that Sikong was confessing to herself.
He stammered, "I, I also like humans."
Sikong chuckled, the laughter was fleeting, so fast that Wen Qing thought it was his own illusion.
In the next second, Sikong turned sideways, moved naturally and carelessly, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "I like human beings, and I like you even more."
A cool breath brushed across her cheeks, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she clenched her pen tightly.
Sikong's performance was not obvious, he had doubts, and felt that he was thinking too much.
He was not sure until he learned about the relationship between Sikong and Iou.
After a long time, Wen Qing opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Sikong sat beside him, his eyelashes drooping, quietly reading the book.
Not asking for his answer, just seems to want to say that sentence.
The morning was over quickly.
Sikong seemed to just come to accompany him to class, listen to the class together, remind him to take notes, without too much physical contact, and did not do anything to disturb his study.
Being so content with himself that Wen Qing felt a little guilty.
The last class is over and there is only one hour left.
Wen Qing quickly packed up her textbooks, put her schoolbag on her back, raised her head and asked Sikong: "Is there any place you want to go? Or something to eat?"
Sikong glanced at the crowd of students shouting outside the window, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Wen Wei slightly frowned, pursed her lips and said, "I can eat whatever I want anytime."
"Now I'm asking for your opinion."
Sikong pondered for a moment, then asked in another way: "What do you usually eat?"
"I want to take a look at the daily life of your world."
Wen Qing pursed his lips: "My daily encounters are eating in the cafeteria after class."
Sikong made a final decision: "Go to the cafeteria."
At eleven o'clock at noon, meal time, the first floor of the cafeteria is crowded with people, and there is a long queue at every dining window.
From the windows to the tables and chairs for eating.
With this long queue, Sikong might not even be able to eat when his time is up.
Wen Qing directly dragged Sikong upstairs, and said to Sikong: "The food is ordered upstairs, and there are relatively few people."
The cafeteria has a total of three floors, and the higher you go, the fewer people there are.
The third floor is not so much a canteen as a small restaurant with waiters and private rooms.
"Do you need a box?"
Wen Qing said without thinking, "Yes."
The waiter led them into the box and handed them the menu.
Wen Qing finished ordering quickly and handed the menu to the waiter.
The waiter left and the box door was closed.
Only Wen Qing and Sikong were left.
Wen took a sip of water, belatedly realized that Sikong wanted to experience his daily life.
But his daily life does not include ordering food on the third floor.
Wen Qing turned her head to look at Sikong, and said dryly, "I've never been to the third floor before."
"This is the first time."
"But rounded up, we still ate in the cafeteria."
Sikong was slightly taken aback, and grasped the point: "The first time?"
Wen nodded slightly.
Sikong closed his eyes half-closed, and said in a low voice: "It's the first time..."
Wen Qing blinked and said to him: "Although it's the first time here, I've heard other people say which dishes are delicious."
Sikong said slowly: "I suddenly want to make an exorbitant request."
Wen Qing thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "You don't want to eat here?"
Sikong leaned in front of him, breathing heavily.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Here, now."