When I arrived at the infirmary, the girl who asked me figured out that he was not suffering from a strange disease, but that he had psychological problems, had paranoia, and mistook the old sow for a beauty.

The other girl didn't know what she was muttering, so she asked her what it was, and the girl's face turned red and became the aunt who came at the beginning of the month, and she didn't dare to answer her for half a day. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But since that time, Li Fulai has been nicknamed Little Tent. And that girl also got the nickname, called that Dongdong. If it was Li Fulai and that girl walking together, the classmates would point at them and say, look, the little tent, that Dongdong. People who don't understand will always find it funny, and ask what the small tent is and that thing, and those who know always answer like this, a small tent is a small tent, and that thing is that thing.

Li Fu came to see Deng Chudi, it was normal for him to react physically, and it was strange that he couldn't react. Just like the first time he saw Deng Chudi, something wet his underwear, wet and cool. The little secretary next to her saw that he was very funny, and she felt funny when she looked at him, but she didn't dare to laugh, because she knew that Professor Li in front of her often liked to play old and indecent things.

When the little secretary saw that he seemed to be dying, she hurried away, and she was afraid that he would pretend to shake hands with her and touch her pink little hand later. As soon as the old fellow's hand took hers, he had to touch it before letting go.

"Professor Li, you're busy, I'll go to the library to find a book."

"You go, you go." Li Fu watched the little secretary leave, so he stretched out his hand and touched Deng Chudi's face, thinking to himself, "This fucking woman is also beautiful, it's even more mouth-watering than the crystal grapes hanging on the big branches!" If you can get this woman to bed for a few nights, you'll be tired to death if she doesn't fucking die! ”

He looked at Deng Chudi in the photo stupidly, and he didn't even know that his saliva was dripping.

The sunlight shone in through the gap in the window, so soft that it was like a bean curd that had just come out of the pot, and it was impossible to say that it was tender. In the air outside the classroom, the whistle of the whistle dove shook the mangled Amano, and a snow-white cloud seemed to be tired of walking, lying alone in the sky above the library, looking like the sleeping appearance of a giant.

The little secretary did not go to class, she stood quietly at the end of the corridor, staring blankly over the library, and he remembered that a blind librarian had chanted such a poem - the sky was like a library. 、

Is the sky what a library looks like?

The sky is as big as the ideas contained in books.

There are a lot of things that you can't think of, and those books are very clear, as if a wise man is not in front of you, as long as you want to know the question, it will tell you clearly.

That's why some people say that reading is a conversation with a wise man, and that's to the point.

We need a lot of wise people to guide us to life, study, work, if we are willing to get off the shelf, read a little book every day, then we will know more about life, study and work, more deeply know why people want to live, study and work, if a person is born without reading, all day long only know how to eat, drink and have fun, then sooner or later this person will be eliminated by the times, and will go further and further away from this society.

More than an hour had passed, and the little secretary guessed that Professor Li should leave, so she returned to the office casually, she still had several emails to deal with, and if she couldn't finish it today, she might be criticized by Dean Zhao Min tomorrow.

Zhao Min usually doesn't criticize people easily, but after a long time, she still criticizes people, of course, she criticizes people and others are a little different, she never shouts and scolds people, and never criticizes a person in front of other people, she criticizes people in a gentle manner, every sentence seems to have been carefully crafted, so that you sound extremely useful, and I feel a little sorry for her if she doesn't correct it.

Although she walked back to the office slowly, the moment she walked into the office, she was still stunned by the scene in front of her, - God, Li Fulai, Professor Li, is still staring at Deng Chudi in the photo!

Are women really that good-looking?