The attendant looked at his watch and said, "The president of Chaju University has made an appointment to meet you at five o'clock in the afternoon, you can see ......"

Mao Zhufeng patted his head: "Hey, that old boy's appointment, if you don't say it, I really forgot it." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info forget it.,When you're old, you can't help yourself.。 He stood up and shook hands with Song Baojun reluctantly: "Xiao Song, you will definitely go to my house to sit when you are free in a few days." ”

"Remember, take care of Zhu Lao. ”

As soon as he sat back in his seat and wanted to talk to Ye Jingche for a few words, the student in the front row handed over a note folded into Fang Sheng and said, "Master, this is someone from the front who wants to hand it over to you." ”

"Who?"

Song Baojun took it and opened it, a piece of paper torn from the notebook had a special perfume smell, and the handwriting on it was crooked: "You wrote Su Dongpo's poems last time, and this time you wrote Su Dongpo's words, I found that you seem to like him very much." I also respect Su Dongpo and really hope to be friends with you. I'll be waiting for you in the hallway after class. ”

The note he received in class last week was also because Su Dongpo wanted to make friends, and it was exactly the same as last time, the handwriting was twisted and crooked, and it was about the same level as a primary school student.

It should still be written by the Nigerian black girl, but the grammar above has improved a lot.

This time, Song Baojun didn't know who to hand over the note, so he looked up with a wry smile, but was stunned again.

I saw that the Nigerian black girl in the corner was kissing passionately with the boy next to her, her lips were touching, I don't know how long she kissed, her arms were tightly hooked around each other's necks, and she seemed inseparable.

The notes from last time and this time were definitely not written by Nigerian black girls!

If nothing else, the note came from someone else.

Who's that?

Song Baojun suddenly became interested, and it seemed that the owner of the note was an extraordinary product.

The reason, of course, is very simple, in the last calligraphy class, he wrote a bad word, which was despised by everyone. He was in the limelight in this class, and everyone rushed to pursue them, which were two completely different treatments.

The owner of the note took the initiative to hand over the note when Song Baojun was not favored by everyone, obviously out of sincerity.

Whether this person is beautiful or ugly, male or female, Song Baojun doesn't want to see him, and he always feels sorry for himself.

Reaching out and touching the back of the classmate in the front row, he asked, "Who handed this note?"

The classmate was dumbfounded: "There are so many people in front and in front, I can't remember clearly." ”

"Well, forget it, I'm sorry. ”

Song Baojun sighed, the note was suddenly snatched by Ye Jingchun's hand, and Gege smiled: "A beautiful woman has courted you?"

"Who can look up to someone like me? It's a hobbyist who wants to learn calligraphy and wants to talk to me. But even if there is really a beautiful woman courting, I won't be tempted. Because the little leaves are right in front of my eyes. ”

Ye Jingchun smiled lightly: "Think beautifully, you." When I opened the note, it turned out to be discussing the content of Su Shi, and the words were indeed written reluctantly, it seemed that it was really a junior student who asked Song Baojun for advice. So I put my mind down and gave him back the note.

Soon after, Qiu Yuancheng announced that he would leave class. Ye Jingchun said that he would have dinner with Song Baojun to celebrate his writing that shocked Zhu Lao.

The cute girl giggled and was a little shy, holding his hand and walking out of the classroom with the crowd.

Unexpectedly, a large number of people outside the corridor were waiting for Song Baojun, all of whom were students in the same class. Regardless of whether they knew him or not, when they saw him go out, they swarmed up, formed a group, and squeezed Song Baojun in the middle. Some want to exchange fat goose passes, some want to chat and talk, and some ask Zhu Lao's phone number, and the bustling noise is as lively as a vegetable market.

I don't know who proposed to invite Master Song to the restaurant, everyone responded, you grabbed your arm, I grabbed my sleeve, and hugged Song Baojun in the direction of Zhangshu Street.

A group of people were noisy in their ears, Song Baojun suddenly remembered the content of the note, and when he looked back, there was a slim figure standing in the corridor outside the door looking at him, with a slight disappointment in his eyes.

That figure is vaguely familiar, as if it is the Korean female student mentioned last time, the daughter of the president of the three-ball group, and the former member of the girl's thigh era, Lin Zhenxian.

Song Baojun didn't have time to think, and was dragged down the stairs by force.

There were twelve or thirteen people who went to eat together, men and women, mostly Chinese students, and several calligraphy enthusiasts from other faculties. Liu Xiyue didn't come, and when she saw Ye Jingchun pulling Song Baojun's hand, she was full of anger at that time, what else did she do?

When you come to Zhangshu Street, find a food stall to sit around a table and order food and wine. Everyone is a student, and has not yet learned to pay attention to pomp and vanity like adults in society, and basically orders home-cooked food and cheap "Chajiang cold beer". There are also people who timidly propose whether to AA system, so as not to end up with no money to pay the bill.

Finally, Song Baojun was generous, patted the table lightly and smiled: "Don't worry, I will treat you to this meal, if anyone rushes to pay the bill, they will not be able to get along with me Song Baojun." ”

Ye Jingchun, who is surprisingly tall and surprisingly beautiful, sits next to him, which does not make people feel incongruous, but gives people the feeling of "male talent and female appearance". Because Song Baojun's performance makes people feel that his talent is worthy of any kind of beauty of all kinds of models in the world.

Talented women, talented and beautiful, this is the most important aesthetic view of the match between men and women in China since ancient times. The talent of men is outstanding, and the beauty of women is unparalleled, which naturally makes people ignore other factors.

During the banquet, Song Baojun talked and laughed vigorously, those who came did not refuse, the wine was dry, and everyone praised him for his master's demeanor.

The group exchanged phone numbers and agreed to contact them often in the future. After eating, Song Baojun wanted to pay the bill, but a classmate grabbed it and settled the bill. Song Baojun carefully wrote down the name of that classmate in his heart.

……

It was already more than eight o'clock in the evening when he returned to the dormitory, and the beautiful man Qu Jingsen had been waiting for a long time, and Tan Qingkai was chatting with him. There is a lack of common language between the two, and they have been dry, and there is no sentence to say.

"Brother Jun!"

"What kind of wind blew the beautiful man here?"

Qu Jingsen hated this nickname, but there was nothing he could do about it from Brother Jun's mouth, so he responded: "It's nothing, I came to talk to Brother Jun about the progress of work." ”

"It's Huang Shimian's thing, right? Tell me, what are the good suggestions and opinions? Song Baojun took the cigarette handed by Tan Qingkai and said, "Why don't you kid play the Devil Beast World?"

"I'm not really a homebody. Tan Qingkai said and sent a fat goose chat message on his mobile phone.

"you. Song Baojun waved his hand impatiently, and said, "How did you do with Huang Shimian?

Qu Jingsen was a little embarrassed, and said: "Last night, I went to the downstairs of Huang Shimian's dormitory, and a woman took the initiative to ask me for my phone number. ”

Song Baojun and Tan Qingkai were stunned for a moment, and the latter stammered: "Hua Meinan, can you leave a way for me to wait for dicks to live?

Qu Jingsen showed a look of disgust: "That woman has a fox smell, if I don't remember Brother Jun's explanation, I wouldn't have come within three meters of her at all." She asked me to go shopping this afternoon, so I went shopping with her. ”

Tan Qingkai hurriedly said, "Then why are you still staying here? Are you afraid of the smell of foxes? Just spray a few more bottles of perfume on your body. ”

"Where do you understand, to sleep with a woman, it's very simple, you don't have to think about it. But if you want to get into her heart, you have to take it step by step, and you can't do it in a week or two. ”

Tan Qingkai became more and more depressed: "You said it's easy to go to bed? Lao Tzu is still a virgin for twenty years, are you fucking showing off in front of Lao Tzu?"

Qu Jingsen said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were still a virgin. ”

Tan Qingkai said angrily: "I don't have a common language with you, don't talk to me in the future!"

"Okay, actually, I just want to say that to get that Huang Shimian, I'm afraid it will take more than ten days. ”

Song Baojun nodded: "It's okay, you just have to relax your mentality, it doesn't matter if you succeed in the end, don't put too much pressure on yourself." If you rush too much, it may backfire. Finally, think of a way to get out of it, don't trap yourself in, your Shan Nuan Nuan is a good girl, don't do anything bad to be sorry for her. ”

Qu Jingsen smiled bitterly: "If you really want to see me and Shan Nuannuan get along, then don't ask me to betray my hue." ”

Tan Qingkai shouted: "This is Brother Jun's recognition of your work ability!

"Okay, okay!"

……

On Thursday, there was a basketball match between the second-year team of the Department of Chinese and the third-year major of the School of Architecture, and Song Baojun organized the otaku brotherhood to play as usual.

Due to the victory over the powerful archaeological team in the last game, Song Baojun and his brothers have received more attention this time. The number of Chinese students who came to watch the game was ten times more than the last time, a full 100 people - the audience of the Chinese department in the last competition was only ten. Among them, half of the students in the first and second classes of the second grade of Guwen were in the class, and they barely came over by relying on the personal charm of the class leader of Liu University.

Another fifty or sixty garden landscape students came to see the beauty of the Chinese cheerleading team, sitting in the spacious stadium audience, the crowd was sparse, far worse than the thousands of fans of Pang Yuhan last time, and it was clearly an unremarkable game.

The landscape team is also a weak team, which did not qualify last season, and the team members are all well-mannered scholars, and the "tea school sick man" Chinese team has a fight. They won a hard-fought 35-22 victory over the Conservatory's Music Education Professional Team in last week's match. It is worth mentioning that there are only five male students in the whole department of music education, and there is not even a replacement. What's even more ridiculous is that in last year's league, the Chinese team and the music education team met and were defeated by each other.

The game has not started yet, and it has been listed as the least interesting ball in this round by the commentators of the "Sports Hotspots" column of the tea school TV station three days in advance. (To be continued.) )