Liangchen chuckled in his heart and put the book on the shelf: "What can I hide from you." ”

Song Anzhi wanted to speak and stopped looking at her back, his eyes fell on her bandaged hands, and for the first time, he lost his patience of concern and let out a "hmm" from his nose.

……

It rained heavily late at night, washing away the campus dust and raining all night.

Liangchen slept until late to wake up, there was no one in the dormitory, and the whole dormitory building was surprisingly quiet, she went out after washing up and saw a few policemen in the parking lot, and many students went in the direction of Xingzhi Building.

Or she was so troubled that she wanted to run away when she saw the word policeman, and she heard a passing student say, "The biology professor killed someone? No, I don't know a person like that." ”

"Isn't this knowing the face but not the heart? You see that he is usually well-dressed, but his heart is dark. ”

"It's a pity that the popular big star, the recently filmed film just came out and died, and it's still our school, it's really terrible. ”

Liangchen frowned slightly, she had seen this news on her mobile phone before, but there were too many things on her body recently, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Thinking that she might meet Shang Qiao, she just wanted to escape from the land of right and wrong, when she saw Shang Qiao, Rong Yan and other teachers coming out of Xingzhilou, she smeared oil on the soles of her feet and wanted to run, but unexpectedly turned around and bumped into someone.

She took a few steps back, covered her nose and apologized again and again, and wanted to slip away, but was stopped by Rong Yan: "Liangchen." ”

Liangchen couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, especially the penetrating eyes behind her, she was in a cold sweat, and walked over slowly: "Professor, hello teachers." ”

Shang Qiao looked at Liangchen who shrunk his head, frowned slightly, hunched over, like an eighty-year-old woman, without a little adolescent vitality.

Rong Yan had long been accustomed to seeing Liangchen like this, and knew that she didn't like many people, so he turned to Shang Qiao and the other teachers and said, "You guys talk first, I'll ask something." ”

A man is so affectionate, Shang Qiao squinted at Rong Yan, dressed in a well-cut suit, gold-framed glasses, elegant face, lack of masculinity, looking like a little white face, this is Shang Qiao's final conclusion.

"This is also a psychology student?" Shang Qiao asked suddenly.

"Yes!" Rong Yan said with a smile, "She is quite talented in this area, and she will ...... in the future"

"That's really the hope for the future of the country. Shang Qiao interrupted him angrily without moving, and his sharp gaze fell on Liangchen and the book in her hand.

Sounds praising to outsiders, but Liangchen feels a chill in his back when he hears it, he filled in the Department of Architecture in front of him and Shang Zhenhao, but now it has become psychology, one set in person, and one set behind him is his taboo and the bottom line.

She clenched the book in her hand, hunched even more, like a child who made a mistake, waiting to be criticized.

Shang Qiao retracted his gaze and said to the other teachers, "We have other matters, if you find him back at school, please contact us as soon as possible." ”

The other teachers should come down, Shang Qiao missed Liangchen's side and strode away, Liangchen only had one sentence in his head, it's over, it's completely over.

Since she was a child, Shang Zhenhao taught her to be honest, and what she has done, first the birth control pill has made Shang Zhenhao very disappointed in her, and now it is a change of class, she can imagine Shang Zhenhao's disappointed tone and eyes when she closes her eyes.

Rong Yan looked at her with a crying expression, called her for a long time and didn't reply, and shook her hand in front of her: "Liangchen, what's wrong with you?"

Liangchen glanced up at him, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, is there anything else with the professor?"

Rong Yan lifted the frame of the mirror and said, "I see that your face is not very good." I heard the other day that you were sick, how are you? If you need help with any difficulties, you can come to me. ”

"I'm fine, thank you, Professor. ”

Rong Yan has always been dissatisfied with this title, and every time Rong Yan has to emphasize it: "Don't teach professors all day long, make me look like I'm old, and tell you my name." ”

Obviously only eight years older, is he that old?

Liangchen smiled a little, Rong Yan looked up at Shang Qiao, who started the car and left, and asked with inquiry in his eyes: "Do you know him?"