Ayub caught a glimpse of me, waved at me enthusiastically, whispered a few words to the handsome man in the white robe, and when he saw the handsome man nodding, he stood up and walked towards me. In his hand, he also held a USB flash drive depicted with ink and blue.

My eyes lit up instantly, I took the USB flash drive from his hand, and said in surprise: "It turned out that you picked it up, I thought I couldn't find it." ”

Ayubra laughed twice and explained, "I didn't pick it up, it was Musa." ”

"Musa?" I had no impression of the name, and unconsciously 'shot' my gaze at the handsome man in white robe behind him.

Ayub followed my gaze and immediately understood, smiling warmly: "By the way, I forgot to tell you yesterday that his name is Moussa, and we grew up together. ”

Moussa. I muttered the name, with a strong Arabian scent, and the tip of my tongue slid from the back of my upper teeth to the back of my lower teeth, as if it were close, and like a taboo.

I steadied myself and glanced at Musa, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom. The sun was exceptionally clear, shining on his pure 'colored' white robe, and his demeanor was pleasant, clear and gentle. But in this mildness, there is a faint smell that repels people from thousands of miles away, which makes me feel awe-inspiring.

In a reverie, I suddenly remembered Yin Qianyan's remarks yesterday about the 'mixed' diploma of Dubai locals, and I couldn't help asking: "Musa is also a student of petroleum geology?"

Ayub nodded: "Yes, he is in the same major as us, and we will take classes together in the future." His eyes glanced at the USB flash drive in my hand and said, "Yesterday you were in a hurry, and it was Mosa who noticed that you had something left on the stool in the corridor, so he asked me to return it to you." ”

After listening to Ayub's words, I was a little relieved. In this way, Musa doesn't need to open the USB flash drive, he already knows the owner of the USB flash drive, and perhaps, he has never seen the cheongsam photo inside.

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Ayub: "Then thank you and Mosa." ”

"Don't be so polite. He blinked, and his smile deepened, "In the future, Musa and I will often need your help, especially Mosa." He studied business as an undergraduate, and now he is an oil merchant, and he has several companies under his name, which is 'quite busy' in itself. Now I come to study for a master's degree in petroleum geology, just to learn more about petroleum professional knowledge, and by the way, to get a diploma, there is no foundation. As for me, although I used to be in this major, I didn't do well in my undergraduate studies, and in the future, I will have to rely on you. ”

I was stunned, my body froze slightly, and I didn't know how to respond for a moment. I'm really afraid of something, last night Yin Qianyan told him not to get too close to the locals in Dubai, and today Ayub made a request in such a grand manner. On the surface, it was about help, but the message between the lines was clearly hoping that I would do everything for me.

As a proud Chinese scholar, although I don't mind helping the scumbags, I also hate that others deprive me of the fruits of my labor. But on someone else's territory, you can't refuse to accept it abruptly. I laughed dryly and prevaricated, "You also know that I have just arrived in Dubai, and I am not very used to the teaching and research methods here. Moreover, what I used to learn in China is probably not useful here, and it is not certain who will help whom. ”

With the example mentioned by Yin Qianyan in the past, I am very secretive about this situation. This refusal, though tactful, is clear. But I forgot that Ayub was a Middle Easterner, and he didn't understand the Chinese rejection at all, but comforted me by pushing the boat: "It's okay, we help you adapt to Dubai, you help us cope with the course, and help each other." ”

I put my hand on my forehead, feeling helpless, but because of the camel's 'milk' last night, I had diarrhea so badly that I had climbed a few more flights of stairs, and now I couldn't even raise the strength to argue. After a while, I was just about to express myself more clearly with Ayubu, but I felt a handsome and burly figure suddenly appear beside me.

Moussa's eyes were like a pool of gentle deep water, and although he kept a decent distance from me, it did not prevent the magnetic 'sex' voice from reaching his ears, and his eyes were full of concern, and he asked, "Cece, your face doesn't seem to be very good, are you sick?"