Fang Zhicheng.

Lu Weiwei had some impression of this name, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it all of a sudden.

However, the other party's sentence was connected with the fact that he was smashed by the ball, which created a cliché and bloody pick-up routine. Now Lu Weiwei, who has some experience in this regard, is like looking at the means of children, and has no intention of taking the bait.

However, before she could refuse, Fang Zhicheng had already picked up his coat, wiped the sweat on his face with a towel, and then threw the towel to a thick-looking teammate. By the time he tidied up and walked to Lu Weiwei's side, he was already much neater. The thin and tall man, coupled with the well-defined eyebrows and eyes, and the powerful waistline hidden under the jersey although he didn't look at it a few times, is indeed the standard appearance of a yard grass.

She looked at the words of the Mechanical College and a certain major and a certain class on the jersey, and already remembered this person, isn't he the experimental subject that Song Yu and the others found for themselves, and there is still a bottle of water friendship between them, although most of this friendship was forced by Yuan Yiyi and them.

Lu Weiwei instinctively wanted to refuse, but the other party was still insisting, if he didn't invite this meal, he would be very embarrassed. The rest of the basketball team didn't forget to talk to him, especially the boy with the towel, trying his best to find a reason for Fang Zhicheng to persuade Lu Weiwei to agree, but he didn't know that he threw the ball out of his hand.

It's school time, and many students are walking on the road, or going to the cafeteria or going outside the school, Lu sighed slightly, thinking that he shouldn't forget to read the yellow calendar when he goes out today.

She looked at Fang Zhicheng sideways, didn't push back, just moved half a step to the side, and said, "Then let's go." ”

Fang Zhicheng nodded, his eyes couldn't see the change, but his eyes were still sharp, but he took the initiative to reach out and wanted to take the books in Lu Weiwei's hand.

After they left, the boys from the Mechanical Academy laughed and teased the boy with the towel, praising him for whether he did it on purpose, and it was up to the old man to bear the burden if something happened. The towel classmate coughed, and was a little embarrassed, and whispered that it was not good to say that this was not good, after the old party had a partner, those girls who watched the ball could not look at them a few more times.

Osmanthus flowers are planted on both sides of the road outside the basketball court, and the osmanthus tree is full of flowers before the Mid-Autumn Festival, spreading a sweet smell, and there are still small half-hangings, not beaten by the rain.

Fang Zhicheng looked a little easier to get along with than he imagined, and he didn't know why he wasn't taken down, otherwise the last time he was on the court, it wouldn't be her turn to rush to deliver water, and his girlfriend would definitely take up a good position as soon as possible and hand over the water. Lu Weiwei had the mind to deal with it, except for telling him that he didn't want to eat in the cafeteria so as not to be watched by onlookers, and he didn't speak, just followed Fang Zhicheng, and kept a distance of about half a meter to prevent being seen by Fang Zhicheng's fans and causing unnecessary trouble.

She didn't have the heart to deal with these crazy little girls now, and she still had to focus all her energy on Xie Zhizhen, but...... Lu thought about it slightly self-deprecatingly, when will it be considered a success.

This is the first time in a day that she has thought about Xie Zhizhen for an unknown number of times, and what puzzles her is that whenever she thinks of Xie Zhizhen, she can't help but include Xie Fei in her imagination. Sometimes he is a passer-by not far behind Xie Zhizhen, sometimes he is a musician he meets on the way, and of course, there is also the picture of the two of them standing in front of Lu Weiwei together, one with a face like a spring breeze, the other with eyebrows like a knife, and the two of them pulling her hands left and right, so that she must choose between them.

After a few small fantasies, Lu Weiwei felt that he was a little abnormal, even if he fantasized about Xie Zhizhen, why did he put Xie Fei in it, it was too half-hearted, as if she had a bad temperament. I haven't even had a few words, but I can think about so much.

The two of them walked on the road, one coped with things, and the other was not a big talker, looking a little alienated and strange. Fang Zhicheng seemed to simply want to invite her to dinner to make amends, and carefully chose an authentic Sichuan restaurant outside the school, neither deliberately pretentious nor perfunctory.

On the contrary, Lu was a little weak-hearted, and he always felt that he would accidentally run into acquaintances, so he was very careful to put his hand on his face so as not to be discovered.

Fang Zhicheng ordered three dishes after asking for advice, he looked at someone in front of him with a weak heart, and his voice was bright, "Are you afraid of being seen eating with me?"

Lu was slightly startled and shouted, "Don't be so loud, there are likely to be other classmates here." ”

Fang Zhicheng stared at her and poured a glass of water, "Don't worry, no one will notice." ”

After observing the surrounding situation and confirming that it was safe, Lu Wei became a little bolder, and relaxed a little, knocked his fingers on the table, and said softly: "You are only a sophomore, you want to call senior sister, don't be so polite." ”

Fang Zhicheng is as good as a stream, "Senior sister." ”

Lu let out a slight "oh", a little embarrassed, "It's quite good." ”

Although Fang Zhicheng is not good at words, his words are concise, the topic is quite interesting, and it can be regarded as a relatively stable end to this apology meal. Lu Weiwei was not embarrassed to eat until the end, opposite her, Fang Zhicheng looked at the clean plate, "It's that I didn't think about it, Senior Sister Lu, why don't I order two more dishes?"

This Sichuan dish has a large portion, and it is more than enough for two people to eat three dishes...... Lu Weiwei still knew that he was reserved and carefully rubbed his stomach, and said contentedly: "No, it's delicious, I accepted it with an apology, it's already flattened, if the junior brother wants to help someone take the pot next time, but think clearly, if you change to someone else, you will be misunderstood." ”

She got up and left smiling.

Fang Zhicheng didn't follow her, and it seemed that it was really like that.

Before Lu Weiwei reached the downstairs of the dormitory, he saw many people gathered under another building from a distance, and there were guitar sounds and people applauding. The last thing the school lacks is the enthusiastic crowd, and Lu Weiwei heard from other people what this is doing.

Someone is confessing.

There are no flowers and roses, just playing the guitar, but it's quite nice, so many people are watching the excitement. However, before she could pass, it seemed that the person had come down and driven the man away. When the crowd dispersed, a tall man playing the guitar could be faintly seen, and he was driven away by the party.

The president is the person concerned??!

At the moment of gossip, Lu Weiwei went over to make a wave of excitement, and was so frightened by Yuan Yiyi's eyes that he closed his mouth, and hurriedly left a sentence that he still had to leave beforehand.

In the afternoon, in a high-end hotel, Zhong Li was talking with Xiao Zhou with a few other people, and one of the few people from the opposite company came here, wearing glasses, looking like Sven was easy to get along with, and he was deeply trusted by his boss, and he was talking most of the time.

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong?"

Zhongli came back to his senses and looked at the man in front of him.

The man with glasses smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong, what do you think?"