The Buddha has eight faces, and the human being is divided into two sides. Don't look at Li Yuan's usual grinning appearance, as if he doesn't care about anything, in fact, the feelings hidden in his heart are far more difficult than vomiting quickly.

At this moment, Gong Moliang and Li Yuan are walking on the street, and it doesn't seem to be a good place to talk to each other. But as long as the heart is connected, the sky is a feast, the ground is a table, and a true feeling is turned into wine, and everyone can also get drunk without getting drunk.

Even the wind in Jiangcheng in May is hot, blowing warm people's hearts.

At this time, Gong Moliang not only did not linger on the conflict in front of him, but also felt extremely ashamed of his departure halfway.

As the commander of the team, regardless of the overall situation and narrow-minded, any of these can bury the team's future in the game, let alone account for both.

There is a pair of parents who demand themselves as saints, even if Gong Moliang is resolutely rebellious, and when time passes, it will still be imperceptibly affected.

"Are you trying to persuade me with your own story?"

Maybe at first Gong Moliang didn't know why Li Yuan suddenly recalled his childhood, but now, if he still can't understand, Gong Moliang feels that the previous eighteen years have lived to dogs.

Li Yuan's smile was still very honest, and it did not change in the slightest because of Gong Moliang's face-to-face exposure, "I am a rough person, and I can't tell comforting words, so I have to apply a story." I don't know if this story will really affect you, and I'm afraid you'll laugh at me and alienate me. ”

Gong Moliang didn't answer, but pointed to the street lamp on the side of the road, "You see, during the day, they don't seem to be particularly obstructive, blocking the road of traffic coming and going." ”

Li Yuan looked at the narrow one-way street and nodded in cooperation.

"However, at night, they not only illuminate the main road for vehicles, but also the side road for pedestrians on both sides, which is also as bright as day because of their presence."

Gong Moliang turned his head to look at Li Yuan, his expression was very serious, "You, this street lamp." Usually not showing mountain dew, that is your low-key nature, once the time is in need of the partner, the light that blooms is a thousand times, ten thousand times that of this street lamp. ”

A blush appeared on Li Yuan's dark face, and he scratched his head shyly, "I'm not as good as you say." ”

"No, there are some things that are always poor in words, the sky is doing, people are watching, and the heart will not cover anything."

After being sensationalized for so long, Gong Moliang began to think about the aftermath.

"In this way, Brother Yuan, I will go to the journalism department to find them later, if you have your own business, then go and get busy first, I may not go back to the dormitory until very late."

Li Yuan also knows that the upcoming competition is related to many people's every move, "That's okay, it just so happens that my training goal today is only half completed, and I can't give up halfway, I'll rush back now to continue exercising." ”

When the two were about to part ways, Li Yuan turned around again and shouted loudly, "Remember, call if there is anything, I promise to be on call." ”

Waving goodbye, Gong Moliang followed the route of memory and walked towards the teaching building of the Department of Journalism of Hangang University.

After all, the time to arrive at the school is not too long, and the area of the school is too large, Gong Moliang, who usually doesn't like to visit everywhere, soon got lost at a crossroads.

Although there is a mobile phone map, the software in it is not so accurate that even the school's professional buildings can be displayed clearly and directly on the mobile phone screen.

At this time, it is necessary to rely on the most traditional tool for asking for directions - mouth.

With his good looks, while asking for directions, Gong Moliang was very teased by the cheerful senior sisters. A person may just ask for contact information, as well as some basic names and majors. Once the number of people reaches more than two, these "goblins" begin to become lawless.

was instigated to come up and ask Gong Moliang's skin why it was so well maintained, and wanted to try the feel, so he stepped forward to touch it; and pretending to bet, in fact, I just want to come up and kiss Fangze; What's more, I don't even want to be cheeky, it's like making a personal promise, shouting at my junior brother to help my senior sister, so as not to hurt my lovesickness later.

finally escaped from the daughter country, and the silk cave was entangled, and Gong Moliang's hue was able to be preserved intact.

Although these seniors are overly enthusiastic, they are not ambiguous at all in their business.

After politely declining the personal guidance of the senior sisters, Gong Moliang, who made a detour, finally saw the teaching building of the Department of Journalism.

The domestic architectural style is similar, it is nothing more than a matchbox, which is indeed easy to make people aesthetically fatigued compared with European and American countries.

But Gong Moliang came here today to find someone, not to appreciate the level of architecture.

Walking through the door, a giant microphone fell from the sky. If you stand next to this metal microphone and look up, you will see that the entire building is passed through it. It's no wonder that when Gong Moliang looks at this building from a distance, he always feels that there will be a feeling that the sharp corners of the small lotus will be on the roof, and it turns out that this microphone is to blame.

When he came to the teaching building, Gong Moliang didn't know where Xiong Shaohai's classroom was, and he had to sell his hue and continue to throw stones to ask for directions.

"Hello, what floor is the sophomore journalism classroom?"

The girl who was stopped was in a hurry, walking quickly with her head down, and the moment she looked up, Gong Moliang could feel the obvious impatience of the other party. But when the eyes met, the image that had been repeated countless times before reappeared.

"You should give your name before asking for directions, right? Also, you'll have to tell me what major you're in, and if you do anything bad in this building, I'll use that information to find out what you're a villain. ”

Yes, he became a villain when he met, and he was able to say his name and professional way so freshly and refinedly, Gong Moliang was amazed and obediently handed over all the information that the other party wanted.

After learning all the information about Gong Moliang like checking the household registration, especially when she learned that Gong Moliang was still single, and even the rare thing that was almost extinct on the earth like first love was still built, the girl's eyes bloomed brightly.

Gong Moliang, who shouted that the wolf was in love with the sheep, hurriedly went straight to the point, "Well, can you tell me now, where is the classroom of the sophomore journalism department?" ”

If there is a pay, there will be a return, and the other party still has this credibility.

After the girl pointed to a classroom on the third floor above her head, Gong Moliang once again refused the "ill-will" of the girl to lead the way. In just a few minutes, he quickly figured out all the details of himself, and if he followed him all the way, he would not have to explain all the eighteen generations of his ancestors.

Suddenly, Gong Moliang, who had just arrived at a chill, took the elevator and came directly to the third floor.

After walking out of the elevator door to the right hand for about three rooms, Gong Moliang finally found the door of the classroom with the words "Department of Journalism of Hangang University" written on it.

As Xiong Shaohai said before, there are quite a few people in the classrooms of the journalism department, but they are all free. The teacher just sat in front of the podium and didn't care what the students were doing. Occasionally, some students would come up to the stage with books and computers to ask for advice, and only then did they remember their responsibilities as teachers.

said that it was a professional class, and Gong Moliang felt that there was not much difference from self-study in the third year of high school. Xiong Shaohai said that he advocated freedom, but Gong Moliang felt that this was just self-covering and ugly, and it was not too much to give him the feeling that he would let go of ducks.

I am a student at Hanjiang University, and I have no reason to blame the school education system, not to mention, this situation is more conducive to my own disguise, and I took the opportunity to sneak into it by fishing in troubled waters.

Carefully looking for a familiar figure at the back door of the classroom, after about a few minutes, I finally found Xiong Shaohai in the middle row of the classroom.

Walking into the classroom lightly, after showing a few slightly questioning classmates with a polite smile, the bold and careful Gong Moliang sat next to Xiong Shaohai.

Xiong Shaohai was completely immersed in the magazine in his hand, and he didn't notice that the table next to him had changed candidates.

Gong Moliang was a little curious, and looked at the magazine in front of Xiong Shaohai with fixed eyes, and found that they were all some of the world's high-end watches. With Xiong Shaohai's turning of the page, the names that can be called, except for the well-known "Rolex, Patek Philippe, Vacheron Constantin", the other Gong Moliang does not know.

Gong Moliang, who felt that he also had a lonely and unheard side, naturally poured his anger on the culprit Xiong Shaohai.

"The teacher is here!"

I don't know if it's because Gong Moliang is talking in his ear, or because Xiong Shaohai brought the habit of reading miscellaneous books in class from high school to college. In short, after hearing the words "the teacher is coming", Xiong Shaohai stuffed the magazines on the table under his buttocks at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and then pretended that I was reading carefully and staring at the blackboard carefully.

After Gong Moliang laughed, Xiong Shaohai realized that this is a university, and the teacher doesn't care what kind of book you read in class, as long as you don't fail the exam.

Then, Xiong Shaohai felt that this hateful voice was a little familiar, turned his head to look, and scolded excitedly, "Damn, it turned out to be you kid." It's quite bold, so I slipped away to our journalism department alone. ”

Hearing Xiong Shaohai's meaning, Gong Moliang couldn't help asking, "Are you saying that all the girls in your department are demons and monsters?" ”

Xiong Shaohai knew that he was "unfortunate in his words", and looked Gong Moliang up and down playfully, until he saw the other party's hair, and then said, "Demons and monsters are used to describe their personalities, but they are very appropriate, and in terms of appearance, they are still naturally beautiful." ”

Gong Moliang pursed his lips, "No matter how beautiful you are, you can't go up when you see people." ”

Xiong Shaohai laughed even louder, "Are there many girls who want to stick it upside down on you, aren't you impressed?" ”

Touching his nose, Gong Moliang decided to answer with silence.

Xiong Shaohai, who already had the answer in his heart, explained for the girls in his major, "I don't rule out that there are some girls who do have a different purpose for beautiful men like you, but don't get me wrong, more girls are looking for your contact information, in addition to showing goodwill, in fact, they want to ask you to go back and be their model." ”

"Models?" Gong Moliang suddenly thought that he was stripped naked, like a lamb to the slaughter, and those girls were sharpening their knives and walking towards him.

"Hey." Xiong Shaohai noticed Gong Moliang's frightened expression, and knew that he had misunderstood again, "Don't bring the plot of the movie to reality and think about it, they just treat you as a fitting model, which is commonly known as a 'hanger', such as the watch in my book, let you take a few panoramic and a few close-up photos later." ”

"You really don't have to strip naked?"

Xiong Shaohai sneered, "Unless you are asked to shoot your underwear, do you think you have that fame and let a big-name underwear factory ask you to endorse it?" ”

Gong Moliang was still puzzled, "Aren't you from the Department of Journalism?" ”

Xiong Shaohai said angrily, "The journalism department is also divided into editing and photography, you think everyone is a copywriter, and they just deal with paper and pens all day long." Besides, even if it's an editor, I work part-time as a photographer to earn some extra money, and why not live on living expenses, and you're not a Pacific policeman, why do you care so widely. ”

Hearing that Xiong Shaohai still had a little resentment in his heart, Gong Moliang deliberately did not talk to Xiong Shaohai's classmates, for fear of leading to that unbearable relationship.

"Do you want to train together in the afternoon? The time for the game is getting closer. ”

Xiong Shaohai had already spread out the magazine and put it on the table, but more than ten minutes had passed, and not a single page had been turned.

After waiting for a long time, Xiong Shaohai sighed and said, "In my state, I'm afraid it's difficult to support until the end of the game, right?" ”

Gong Moliang would give him a chance to do it halfway, "Don't forget, the e-sports club was asked by you to join in the first place, whether this competition can win a prize or not, for me, it's really not the same thing, but for the e-sports club, it's tantamount to life." If you don't care yourself, I don't have anything to say here, anyway, four-legged toads are hard to find, and people with two hands and two feet are all over the street. How to do it, it's up to you, not me. ”

"What time is it?" After thinking for a long time, Xiong Shaohai spit out two words.

"After dinner, at half past five, we'll see you in the Flying Fire."

Xiong Shaohai didn't agree immediately, "I'll try my best to appear at half past five, and appear in the Flying Fire Meteor." ”

Gong Moliang had already gotten up, "Remember, it doesn't matter if you let others down or not, the most important thing is not to let yourself down." ”

After speaking, Gong Moliang left in a dashing manner.

Watching Gong Moliang walk out of the back door, his back disappearing, Xiong Shaohai muttered in a low voice.

"Don't let yourself down?"