Ting Shuang waited for the answer from the phone receiver, her heart beating a little faster than usual.
After a few seconds, I heard Cycle say, "I've been busy lately."
Ting Shuang said, "then, tell me when you are free."
Cycle said, "It depends."
Ting Shuang said, "Eating breakfast is fine."
Cycle said, "Hmm."
Ting Shuang said, "Well... tell me one day in advance, and I'll pack myself up."
There seemed to be a little smile in Cycle's voice: "Yeah."
Ting Shuang said, "then I won't disturb your work. I'll go to the library."
Since that day, Ting Shuang has been knocking on the side from time to time, reminding Cycle that they have a meal to eat. For example, when he was at school at noon, he would ask Cycle: Have you had lunch yet? Or when he leaves school in the afternoon, he will also send a message to Cycle: Are you off work? I haven't had dinner yet.
Cycle's reply was either eaten or something else happened, and Ting Shuang found that he was not at school every working day. Sometimes Distance showed that the distance between them was a few hundred meters, and sometimes it became more than ten kilometers.
On Sunday, Zhu Wenjia had already left, and Ting Shuang was at home alone. When he saw that Cycle's current distance was 4.8 kilometers, he sent a message and asked: You didn't go out today
Seeing that Cycle didn't reply, Ting Shuang took another picture of the dish she made and sent it over, tempting: I made grilled fish with mushrooms, do you want to eat it
After a long time, Cycle replied: I made sweet and sour pork ribs.
Ting Shuanghui: A picture
Cycle: [Picture] Ting Shuang asked for a voice call and said, "Why don't I pack grilled fish and go to your house."
"I'm already eating," Cycle said.
Ting Shuang said, "Are you afraid of meeting? I don't dislike you... Cough, old. "
Cycle seemed to smile and said, "What are you in a hurry for."
Ting Shuang said, "I want to see you. How about... Shall we make a video? "
Cycle said, "No."
Ting Shuang said, "You keep rejecting me like this. Be careful that I will squat on you at the door of your LRM office."
Cycle said, "You can try."
Ting Shuang said: "Forget it, I'm afraid of meeting your boss. And I don't know what you look like."
Cycle said, "Aren't you still going to take his class?"
Ting Shuang said: "Seeing him twice a week is my limit. When I think about seeing him tomorrow, I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare tonight. Oh, let's not talk about him. When can I invite your old man for dinner? ?"
"It's been busy lately," Cycle said.
Ting Shuang said: "I'm so busy making sweet and sour pork ribs at home."
This time Cycle really smiled and said, "There is a lot of resentment."
resentment
quite big?
Ting Shuang refused to admit it, and replied, "What I said is the truth."
Cycle said, "Well, the truth."
For some reason, Ting Shuang heard a little connivance from these low three words. He suddenly found that from the beginning of the call, there was no sound of eating from Cycle's side. Cycle has been talking to him and hasn't eaten yet.
"You eat first..." Ting Shuang's voice lowered, "I won't disturb you anymore."
After hanging up the voice call, Ting Shuang was still reminiscing about Cycle's voice. When I think back to this conversation...
You keep rejecting me like this, be careful I go to the door of your LRM office to squat on you.
-You can try.
try...
Is it unethical to go to the LRM department website to look up photos of researchers in the institute
-You can try.
Fuck morality.
Ting Shuang opened the notebook, found the website of the LRM department from the school website, then found the column for the staff of the department, and clicked it.
The first thing he saw was the photo of Prof. Bai. He didn't dare to look at it any more, and quickly turned the page down.
Chinese…
male…
researcher…
Ting Shuang found two male researchers who were Chinese from their names. One of them has no photo. There is another one with a photo, but the person in the photo... Ting Shuang didn't look at her face, but she felt that her face didn't match Cycle's voice and temperament.
Is it the one without the photo
Ting Shuang stared at the name that didn't match the photo for a while.
Jianguo Huang Jianguo... Huang...
Cycle is called Huang Jianguo…
Yellow... Build... Country...
It doesn't feel right either.
Ting Shuang enlarged Cycle's head picture and went back to compare it with the researcher with the photo. The jaws and necks of the two are not similar at all... The researcher is obviously fatter, and the picture of the upper body does not look like the 187 written in the Cycle data...
187, it should be taller than him.
Suddenly, a face that needs to be looked up appeared in Ting Shuang's mind - rimless glasses, thin metal frames, thin glasses chains of the same color as the frames hanging down from the cheeks, and a pair of eyes looking down at him behind the lenses.
The back of Tingshuang's neck was cold.
Maybe there was a shadow on that face. When taking a bath that night, Ting Shuang tried to slap it, but couldn't get hard.
Early the next morning, Tingshuang went to school by bicycle and arrived at classroom S17 at 8:01. At this time, there were not many people, so he found a seat not far from the podium and sat down, hoping not to attract extra attention from the professor.
After a few minutes, Song Xin came, sat down, and said, "Have you successfully interceded?"
Ting Shuang said, "It's self-inflicted humiliation to ask him for mercy."
Song Xin became interested and said, "How did you get humiliated?"
Ting Shuang glanced at Song Xin and said, "You just want to hear me being humiliated?"
Song Xin said in a sincere tone, "How could it be?" But it was written on his face: Hurry up, hurry up.
Ting Shuang didn't want to introduce more details, but said, "I'll come to class anyway."
At 8:14, the professor hadn't come yet. Ting Shuang wanted to send a message to Cycle and asked him if he had time at noon.
Let's take a look at the distance on Distance first, I don't know if Cycle will come to school today...
Opening Distance, Ting Shuang looked at the current distance below Cycle - "The professor is here." Song Xin bumped Ting Shuang with his arm and whispered, "Put the phone away."
"...Oh." Ting Shuang put the phone under the table and looked up at the podium.
I got it wrong...
3 meters…
Meter…
Ting Shuang couldn't help but looked down at the current distance again.
Still 3 meters.
3 meters!
Does 3 meters mean that Cycle is in the classroom now? !
Did Cycle sneak over to see him
Ting Shuang secretly looked around at her classmates, male, Chinese, in their thirties...
There were originally a small number of Chinese students in the classroom, and they were all familiar faces. Even if they couldn't name Ting Shuang, they had at least met before. The researcher with the photo on the official website of the department was not in the classroom either. Ting Shuang looked at it one by one, and it didn't feel like a Cycle. He even stared at Song Xin's profile for a while.
Song Xin turned her head and looked at Shang Tingshuang's eyes, and said, "Tingshuang, what kind of eyes do you have? It's creepy."
Ting Shuang looked away and said, "What does Cycle mean."
Song Xin said, "What? The Cycle you speak in English? Cycle. Why are you asking this? Did the professor just say this word?"
"No." Ting Shuang stuffed the phone into his pocket and concentrated on listening to the class first.
In the last five minutes of the class, Bai Changyi called his name as usual, and then announced the get out of class.
There was a sound of slapping the table around ①, and Ting Shuang patted it symbolically. Before anyone left the classroom, she quickly took out her mobile phone and looked at Cycle's current distance.
Still 3 meters.
Song Xin asked the motionless Ting Shuang while packing up, "Aren't you going?"
Ting Shuang stared at the phone screen and said, "Well, let's go first."
The students around him left the classroom one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people left, and the 3-meter figure remained unchanged.
There are only five people in the classroom now.
In the back of the classroom, a white student was still copying the blackboard, and there were three other students on the podium asking questions, all of them white.
Then only Ting Shuang was left sitting on the seat.
But the current distance on Distance is still 3 meters!
Ting Shuang suspected that something was wrong with the app.
He typed Cycle: What's the current distance you show there? My display here is 3 meters, and there are no Chinese people within a radius of 3 meters.
No, not right.
Chinese…
There are actually Chinese people with a radius of 3 meters.
It's just that Ting Shuang has never regarded him as a human being, so he didn't count it at all.
Ting Shuang suddenly looked up at the podium, and the students who asked the question had already left, and there was only one person on the podium receiving the speech.
Ting Shuang turned around, and the students who copied the blackboard also left.
There were really only two people left in the classroom now, himself, and the professor on the podium.
Chinese.
male.
36 years old.
187.
wear glasses.
Ting Shuang's legs were completely soft.
He was completely dumbfounded.
No way…
Ting Shuang desperately recalled two voices, Prof. Bai and Cycle. Only then did he realize that, let alone the difference between speaking in person and speaking through a mobile phone, he even spoke Chinese and German with two different voices. He had never heard Prof. Bai speak Chinese, nor had he heard Cycle speak German. The huge difference between the two languages made it impossible to notice that they were the same person.
At this time, he still had a bit of luck.
Maybe the location is wrong.
He lowered his head, looked at the professor from the corner of his eye, waited for the others to walk out of the classroom, and then looked at the current distance on Distance—12 meters.
Hold.
Simply dead.
Is he actually flirting with Prof. Bai? ?
Shit, what did he say...
"Good night, dear."
"By the way, you forgot your tie at my house last night."
"Do you always leave your tie at someone else's house?"
Hold.
No, Ting Shuang suddenly realized that this is not the point...
Flirting is not the point.
He seems to have said something even scarier...
Humanity is missing...
big eyes...
I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare tonight just thinking about seeing him tomorrow...
No, these don't seem to be the scariest either.
The most terrifying thing was the night before he asked the professor to intercede in person...
How can there be such a perverted professor... If it weren't for the required course in our majors, it is estimated that no one would be willing to take his course... A stupid professor has a lot of things, and the failure rate is very high, who would want to take it...
Oh I'm not sick, I drank too much before, so I overslept yesterday...
Ting Shuang's eyes turned dark.