Wen Qing numbly looked at the shameless man in front of him.
Professor Chen on the other end of the phone probably also felt speechless. He remained silent for a while, and could only hear his heavy breathing coming from the receiver of the phone.
After a while, Professor Chen spoke again, with a tired voice: "Which building are you in now?"
Io: "In the bedroom."
"Dormitory?" Professor Chen raised his voice slightly, a little surprised, "Didn't your sophomores have Teacher Yang's class today?"
"That's right," Io replied perfunctorily, without raising his eyelids, and said casually, "You must have remembered it wrong."
Professor Chen: "..."
"How much is your bedroom?"
Yi Ou told the truth: "Dormitory Building No. 22, Room 301."
Professor Chen: "Okay, you wait."
Hearing this, Wen Qing worried for a while, afraid that Professor Chen would come to their dormitory in person.
He wasn't worried about Io, but worried about what happened to Professor Chen.
"You want to deliver it to me personally?" Io raised his eyebrows.
Professor Chen sneered: "You have a good idea."
"I'll ask other students to send it to you, don't answer the phone later."
"The test report was sent to my mailbox tonight."
Io: "Okay, I—"
"Beep beep—"
Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.
Wen Qing seemed to feel a trace of urgency from Professor Chen's behavior of hanging up the phone, eager to get rid of Io, so as not to hear any strange words again.
Yi Ou didn't care that the phone was hung up by Professor Chen, he threw the phone aside and turned on the computer.
Wen Qing looked away and looked down at the book.
After watching for two seconds, he put down his pen again, raised his eyes and asked Io, "Do you have class in the morning?"
Io clicked the mouse lightly, and said calmly: "No."
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, got up suspiciously, walked to his desk, and looked at the timetable posted on the desk.
Digital Media Technology Major (2) Class
On Tuesday morning, classes are full.
Wen Qing turned to Io and said, "Your class is full this morning."
"Really," Io nodded and said without changing his face, "Then there will be."
Wen Qing: "..."
He took another look at Io's class yesterday, and it was full from morning till night.
There are many courses in the digital media technology major. After a week, only Friday afternoons have no classes at all, and the rest of the time is almost full of classes.
Wen Qing sat back in his chair and saw Iou's computer screen.
I didn't write plans, and I didn't make any programs, but played 4399 small games on the webpage.
Probably in order not to affect his review, Io did not turn on the sound of the game, it was very quiet, only the occasional click of the mouse echoed in the dormitory.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and asked slowly, "Aren't you going to class?"
"No." Io agreed, and paused with his fingertips.
He paused the game, tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, and asked lazily, "What are you going to college for?"
Wen Qing was startled, not understanding why he suddenly changed the topic, but he still answered honestly: "For education, ability and future."
Io nodded, resting his chin on one hand, staring into his eyes, and said slowly, "My purpose is different from yours."
Wen blinked slightly.
Io continued: "I only go to college for one thing."
Wen Qing was puzzled: "What's the matter?"
"Experience life?"
"Teacher mad?"
Io: "..."
"Find a wife."
Wen Qing was startled.
Io raised his eyelids, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said calmly, "So those classes are meaningless to me other than to pass the time."
Wen Qing suddenly remembered that Io's real identity was not human.
During this time, getting along with Io was so natural that he even forgot that Io didn't need certain things in human society.
Io is adapting to human society just to be with him.
"Of course, if you are willing to accompany me to class, it will be different."
Io's voice rang in his ears.
Wen Qing came back to her senses, and no longer bothered about letting Io attend class.
He looked at Io and asked hesitantly, "Don't the school have certain requirements for attendance and grades?"
"If you don't take any classes, will you be expelled?"
"Won't the counselor look for you?"
Seeing his worried and troubled appearance, Io laughed and raised his chin slightly: "Take a good look at your partner."
"Handsome, smart and capable."
"The professor has to beg me to help him test the software, how could he fire me?"
Io smiled a half-smile, and his lazy expression was a little arrogant and arrogant.
Wen Qing looked at this stinky man, not knowing what to say.
What Io said was indeed true, but he didn't want to agree at all.
Once he said something, Io must have become even more arrogant.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Qing nodded and said to him, "It's fine if you don't go to class."
Io bent his lips and asked, "Can I stay with you?"
"No," Wen Qing shook his head, and said seriously, "It's better for your professional teachers."
"You are..." He thought for a while, finally found a suitable word, and said slowly, "Do good deeds."
Io: "..."
After Wen Qing finished speaking, he no longer disturbed Io's great achievements in doing good deeds.
He glanced at the time and continued to review with his head bowed.
He was studying hard, and Io didn't disturb him, and continued to play the 4399 mini-game.
The afternoon class started at 1:30, and Wen Qing studied in the dormitory until 12:30, then began to pack her schoolbag and prepare to go out.
Seeing this, Io closed the computer, carried his schoolbag with one hand, swayed the chair carelessly, and watched Wen Qing tidy up.
Wen Qing was very serious when tidying up, with lowered eyebrows and pursed lips, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles on every page of the textbook, and putting the pens neatly into the pencil case.
There is no obsessive-compulsive disorder, just doing something focused.
Io looked at him, his throat moved slightly, and he said, "When are you going to pack your luggage?"
Wen Qing paused and looked at him blankly: "What luggage?"
Io raised his hand, pointed to the wardrobe, then pointed to the bathroom, and said lazily, "It's just the things in the bedroom."
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, then asked tentatively, "You mean to move out?"
Io nodded.
Wen Qing was even more puzzled: "Why did you move out?"
The Nancheng community is some distance away from the school, and it is not convenient to go to and from get out of class.
"The dormitory is more convenient, and I will have more classes when I am in my junior year."
Io licked his lower lip and said slowly, "I don't think the dormitory is very convenient."
Wen Qing hasn't realized it yet: "What's the inconvenience? The dormitory area is just opposite the teaching area—"
Suddenly, Io took a step forward, raised his hand to pinch his chin, and suppressed his scorching breath.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, didn't dodge, opened his mouth obediently, and let Io entangle his tongue.
The tip of the tongue touched, the lips and teeth intertwined, and the tingling feeling like an electric current spread all over the body in an instant.
Wen gently narrowed his eyes comfortably, and flexed his fingers, he was about to raise his hand to hook Io's neck.
Suddenly, the conversation of passing classmates resounded outside the door.
"I really want to find a girlfriend."
"I want, too."
"Women are fine."
"Just live."
...
The bedroom door was ajar, and someone might come in at any time.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and the movement of her hands changed to pushing Io away.
Io took a step back, raised his hand slowly, wiped off the water stains on his lips, and asked again, "Is it convenient?"
Wen pursed his lips lightly, a little tangled.
It seems to be inconvenient.
The current situation is still that Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng are not here, and it is even more inconvenient to be in the dormitory.
He will be embarrassed, and Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng should also be uncomfortable.
Just thinking about it, Io said again: "It's okay to interrupt a kiss."
"If it was any other time, you might really have to go to the doctor."
Wen lightly moved.
What Io said just now added a heavy weight to the balance in his heart.
Wen Qing instantly dismissed the idea of moving out to live together.
It would be convenient to move out, it would be convenient for Io, and his ass would suffer.
Wen Qing said dryly: "I think it's very convenient."
"Don't move!"
After finishing speaking, he put his schoolbag on his back, turned his head and walked out the door.
There was still an hour before the start of class, and there were not many people in the corridor. The girl in the lobby on the first floor was particularly eye-catching, and the conversation between her and the dormitory auntie was also very clear.
"Auntie, I'm really not looking for a boyfriend. Our teacher wants me to give a USB flash drive to my classmates. Look, it's here."
The ponytail girl turned her back to Wen Qing, took out a USB flash drive from her pocket, and put it in front of the auntie in charge.
The auntie in charge took a look and said to her, "Just put the things here."
"Let your classmate come down and get it."
"Auntie, he doesn't answer my phone. I don't dare to misplace this thing. There are important things inside. If I lose it, I'm done."
"If you don't believe me, why don't we go up together? I'll give the things to someone and leave."
The girl's voice became more and more familiar. Wen Qing walked to the door, paused in her footsteps, and turned her head to look over.
It was indeed an acquaintance, it was Li Fang.
Li Fang seemed to sense his gaze, and turned to look over.
As if she had grasped a life-saving straw, holding the USB flash drive, she rushed to Wen Qing in a stride: "Teacher!"
"Do you live in this dormitory?"
Wen nodded slightly.
Li Fang said quickly: "It's like this. The teacher of our college asked me to give a USB flash drive to a classmate, but the dormitory auntie wouldn't let me go up, and that classmate wouldn't answer my phone..."
Wen Qing listened and felt that this matter was a little familiar.
Isn't this what Professor Chen called and said just now
He glanced at Yi Ou and interrupted Li Fang: "Are you majoring in digital media technology?"
Li Fang nodded.
Wen Qing asked again: "Did a professor surnamed Chen ask you to hand over something? About software testing?"
Li Fang opened his eyes wide and was stunned: "Yes! How do you know?"
"Let me hand it over to a classmate named Io."
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed at Io: "Just give it to him."
Li Fang was taken aback for a moment, followed his fingers to look over, and only then noticed the existence of the man behind Wen Qing.
She stammered and asked, "You, are you Io?"
Io responded perfunctorily.
Li Fang stretched out his hand in a daze, and handed him the USB flash drive.
She looked at Io, then at Wen Qing.
She remembered this man named Io.
When I was in the snack street last time, I saw him and Wen Qing together.
This is the only man she has seen so far who has appeared in the same frame as the teacher twice.
Li Fang hesitated for a while, then lowered his voice: "You and the teacher are..."
Io raised his eyebrows, and before she finished asking the question, he replied, "Yes."
"I'm his boyfriend."
Li Fang had heard this sentence several times, her face remained unchanged, and she said calmly: "Who is not?"
Wen Qing: "..."
Io: "..."