"Zheng Mo, I really don't hate you at all now. ”

... ...

As soon as Zheng Mo stopped thinking, this sentence kept popping up in his heart like a gopher, and with it, there was Zhan Muqing's slightly awkward but very sincere expression.

It was played over and over again.

He was lying on the bed, obviously wanting to sleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, Zhan Muqing's face appeared in his mind.

Tossing and turning, tossing and turning.

Zheng Mo, Zheng Mo, why are you so abused? Zhan Muqing is good-looking, yes, but you've seen a lot more good-looking than him! Besides, the two of you just finished arguing! How can someone say that you don't hate you and you are so happy?

Isn't it right for teachers not to hate students? Are you stupid?

Zheng Mo muttered in a low voice, frantically making psychological achievements for himself.

The moon was already half hidden, and gradually, the horizon began to turn a tiny red, and it struggled to lift the huge black curtain.

"Ahh

He looked at the sky outside the window, and couldn't help but feel a little sad and indignant in his heart.

I didn't expect that he Zheng Mo would also have insomnia one day, and it was inexplicable because of an inexplicable sentence from an inexplicable person.

Is there any way to forget this spell?

Zheng Mo turned his gaze to the desk.

Okay decision. As long as you keep thinking about it, there will be no other thoughts in your head.

Zheng Mo immediately jumped to the desk, pulled out the lid of the pen and prepared to fight bloodily in the ocean of knowledge.

However, the truth will never be as smooth as you think. As soon as Zheng Mo opened the book, what he saw was Zhan Muqing's handwriting, and Zhan Muqing's expression when he was lecturing poured into Zheng Mo's mind;

I can't escape, right? I didn't think "Zhan Muqing" could be so annoying before! It seems to have directly penetrated into the bones of my life all the time.

Zheng Mo was very distressed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and suddenly thought of something, took out his suitcase like lightning, and took out the acting training book and several excellent film brochures that had been sealed by himself for more than half a month.

I didn't expect to take it out again with such an opportunity. Zheng Mo sighed a little.

You won't think of anything Zhan Muqing now, right? Zheng Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I still have the habit of carrying books, I really haven't read it for a long time, if I haven't been exposed to acting for so long, will I be unfamiliar?

With a hint of guilt, Zheng Mo was ready to review it seriously. As a result, a familiar film appeared in front of him again - "In Dreams".

......

Zheng Mo looked at the cover and was silent for a second, decisively threw it aside, picked up the study book and opened it quickly.

Looking at it, Zheng Mo finally found a trace of state, and turned the pages while gesturing. Until he was so sleepy that he lay on the table and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

This sleep is dreamless. But it's really not a good night's sleep.

The red on the horizon had kicked away the thick black curtain, revealing the whiteness of the fish's belly, and then the mysterious chickens also cried at their throats as if they had been summoned by something.

However, it was not the mysterious chicken that woke up Zheng Mo, nor Hegel and Rhubarb, but Zhan Muqing, who had never woken him up-

"Zheng Mo, wake up, it's time for class. Zhan Muqing slapped Zheng Mo twice, and when he saw that there was no reaction, he shook his shoulder again, still sleeping deeply.

Zhan Muqing showed an innocent smile, turned around and took a loudspeaker from his room, silently turned on the sound source switch, and placed it on Zheng Mo's desk.

"Zheng Mo got up and went to class!"

"Zheng Mo got up and went to class!"

"Zheng Mo got up and went to class!"

... ...

Zheng Mo finally had some movement, he raised his head in some pain, looked at the horn in front of him, and wanted to reach out to turn off this huge noise source, but unfortunately the arm that slept all night, in addition to the red mark on his hand, there was also a feeling of not being able to use his strength at all.

Zhan Muqing, who was standing next to him, took the initiative to turn off the sound source, "I fell asleep on the desk, it seems that you worked quite hard yesterday." ”

Hearing the familiar voice, Zheng Mo's blurry eyes looked up, and when he saw that the person who came was Zhan Muqing, he suddenly fell asleep and woke up for the other part, "Ah, Zhan Muqing, why are you here?"

"It's class time now, Zheng Mo. Zhan Muqing clasped his hands, "In addition, it is better to call me Teacher Zhan at this time." ”

"I'll go, I've slept for so long?" Zheng Mo looked incredulous, and then his expression was slightly apologetic.

"I said that today is a new stage, and the difficulty is incomparable. As a result, you will be greeted in this state, are you ready?" Zhan Muqing couldn't hear the emotion in his tone, but his slightly raised eyebrows revealed a little displeasure.

Zheng Mo admitted that he was at a loss, and he didn't speak in a hoarse voice.

"I don't have any objection to reviewing, but a good night's sleep is..."Zhan Muqing said, his eyes skimmed the book that had just been pressed by Zheng Mo, and the "In the Dream" that was thrown next to him, his eyes instantly became empty, "What were you doing last night?"

Zhan Muqing's voice was more cold, and Zheng Mo was even more empty at this time. What are you doing at night? You can't just say that you can't sleep when you think about it, right?

Now that Zhan Muqing has seen these so-called "extracurricular readings", Zheng Mo's neck stiffened, and he held back a few words: "Karma, ridiculous." ”

"Ridiculous... Okay, you're right, don't lose the watermelon when you don't pick up the sesame seeds. Zhan Muqing raised his glasses when he heard this, and retracted his gaze, "You go wash your face now and sober up, and when you come back, we will start picking sesame seeds, don't let me down." ”

"......"I always feel that Zhan Muqing is... What about jealousy? Zheng Mo hurriedly ran out with such a thought.

With a handful of cold water on his face, Zheng Mo finally sobered up completely, and immediately dispelled the idea of saying that Zhan Muqing was jealous just now. Are you crazy? Zhan Muqing's last two sentences just now are obviously more like an official ultimatum!

When he saw Xia Fangyuan bringing a novel before, he split his head and covered his face to make himself a face, which directly said in his class that it was not an important topic, and he was so arrogant...

I'm afraid I'm going to be killed. Zheng Mo's heart was like ashes.

The pace of going back was a little heavy, and Zheng Mo felt that he was approaching his guillotine step by step.

In fact, although Zhan Muqing was a little displeased, reason also prevailed over emotion. After all, Zheng Mo is an actor, and it is normal to study acting skills, but in the same way, not to disappoint him is also Zhan Muqing's true thoughts.

So when Zhan Muqing saw Zheng Mo start to lose his spirit more than once, the rhythm of his own teaching began to be a little messy.

Zhan Muqing simply said: "Classmate Zheng Mo, I don't think you are suitable for class today. ”

"It's okay teacher, I can still listen!" Zheng Mo's eyes widened.

"Can you listen? Then tell me this question, what is the probability that people who are drunk and have red face genes make up the population?"

“... ....”

Zhan Muqing rubbed the bridge of his nose: "I don't want to do inefficient things, so I won't go to class in the morning." Write me a review in the evening. ”

In less than half an hour, the first session of the new phase was hastily over.

It is impossible to say that Zheng Mo is not guilty.

It is impossible to say that Zhan Muqing is not angry.