Hangang University covers an area of 3.36 million square meters, of which the construction area accounts for 2.24 million.

There are mountains and rivers on campus, the mountains are Luojia, and the water is the East Lake, even if there is no school here, it will also attract literati and tourists to come.

At the southwest corner of Hangang University, that is, near the end of the lake, a majestic palace-like building with a combination of Chinese and Western styles stands by the lake, and at the end of countless steps, the words "Hangang University Library" are hung vigorously and vigorously above the gate, so that people can unconsciously relax their steps after approaching, for fear of disturbing the ancient sages who are resting here somewhere.

There are three other buildings in total, and this is mainly a museum of arts and sciences that houses literature, such as philosophy, history, physics, and chemistry. It is said that arts and sciences are not separated, and here, it has been perfectly reflected.

The other three are engineering museums that collect documents on water conservancy, electrician, and civil engineering; Information Science Museum, which collects documents on photogrammetry, printing technology, and optical and electronic instrument design; Finally, there is the medical museum, which collects literature on basic medicine, clinical medicine, and nursing medicine.

The four sub-divisions are divided into four corners: east, south, west, and north, and because of the different factions on the side, it is inevitably reminiscent of the four gods in domestic mythology: the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu.

As for which branch library each divine beast corresponds to, it is a matter of the benevolent and the wise and the wise.

On the third floor of the Museum of Arts and Sciences, the sparkling water of the lake can be seen from the huge glass windows, and the breeze is still coming from time to time.

However, the students, who should have been sleepy, sat on both ends of the solid wooden tables one by one. Not only was the seat full, but everyone had more or less a few books in front of them to decorate the façade. Whether you're watching it with your heart or not, it's good to give outsiders a feeling like 'I'm a diligent and studious aspiring youth'.

However, here, there is only one "outsider" in the eyes of everyone, and that is Xu Han, who really dedicates his mind to the book.

A frown, a flirtation, or even a pause in thought can slow down the hearts of the wolf compatriots present by a few beats.

If you want to say why, only a poem can express the wishful thinking of everyone here.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Today's domestic gender ratio is seriously imbalanced, and even generally beautiful women can look forward to it, not to mention this kind of peerless beauty who can captivate the country with a smile.

Beauty is innocent, but it can always lead people to sin.

There were many people who wanted to get into the wrong at the scene, but none of them dared to make their intentions public. In addition to the fear of disturbing the beauty and shattering this beautiful picture from a distance, I am even more afraid that the peers around me will add their fists and feet and beat their parents to disagree.

Therefore, peace can only exist in a situation of equal strength, and only in the relative nature of time.

This song should only exist in the sky, but no matter how natural the sound is, there will be a time when the song will end and people will disperse. Used here, that is, no matter how careful the people present are, the beauty of snooping will come to an end.

Only this time, the one who breaks the good is not the rude man who doesn't open his eyes, but the beauty itself.

Putting down the carbon ink pencil in his hand, Xu Han unexpectedly took out the vibrating mobile phone from the schoolbag on the table.

Xu Han, judging from the name alone, this is a Zhongxiu woman who likes to be quiet and doesn't like to move. Although it is not as cold as ice, Xu Han's social circle is definitely not big, except for his classmates, even relatives and friends can be counted.

Xu Han has the habit of reading books and newspapers, which is undoubtedly related to the fact that he has been close since he was a child, always loves to hold a cup of ceramic strong tea, lie leisurely in the rocking chair, and have a stack of thick newspapers at hand.

Young boys and girls will always have lively and naughty days, which is somewhat similar to the beginning of human beings, which is inherently good. Childhood Mowgli, that's what it should say.

At that time, Xu Han, who was not much taller than his desk, would always pestering his kind-eyed grandfather, shouting to listen to stories. It doesn't matter if there are many times, but Xu Han's memory is not bad, he doesn't listen to repetitions, he doesn't listen to adaptations, he doesn't listen to clichés, and he doesn't listen to those who are not interested.

After not listening for a while, the grandfather could only put on his reading glasses again, put down the old-fashioned radio that never left his hand in the past, and looked for the most suitable interpretation story for his grandson's enlightenment from those clues that had been forgotten by history.

This old and young, speaking and listening, is three years in a flash.

Three years later, the virgin had lost her horns (the child's braids on both sides) and changed to the most popular ponytail of the moment. The red dot in the center of the eyebrows is not there, but there is a small schoolbag behind it that will never be satisfied.

Memories will always grow old, but who can say that these habits that have been handed down are not the fault of memory itself?

Caressing his hair, Xu Han had already told his friends beside him that he would spend the afternoon alone in the library, with nothing important, and he didn't want anyone to disturb him.

Right now, looking at this string of unknown numbers, if you don't answer, I will be shocked to the bottom of the sky.

After waiting for a while, after the screen that had been extinguished unexpectedly rekindled again, Xu Han pressed the answer button.

"Hey, hello, may I ask who you are?"

Just a few words are enough to arouse infinite reverie among the people at the table. In particular, the library is an overly quiet place, and even the best quality of the phone will allow the sound on the other side of the receiver to diffuse.

Several classmates from the same school closest to Xu Han turned pale after hearing a voice from the opposite side that spoke very fast, but it was obviously a male voice.

This expression spread ten, ten, hundreds, and soon spread to everyone's face like a virus. A lingering haze hung over the library.

But the phone is in Xu Han's hands, eavesdropping is the limit, if you really reach out to grab it, will you confess your identity as a flower thief when the time comes, or will you be wrong and empty?

The call lasted less than a few minutes, and Xu Han spit out a total of less than 100 words, but the male compatriots present deeply experienced the feeling of seconds like years.

It is said that if this group of ill-intentioned dog creatures heard the promise in Xu Han's mouth on the spot, it is estimated that it will be difficult for the daughter to buy a heartbroken voice.

Fortunately, Xu Han's most frequent words are also mood particles such as "en", "good", and "I know".

The people who put their hearts back then began to beat their chests again, trying to tear the person on the other end of the phone alive.

Seeing Xu Han put the pencil and a variety of items into his schoolbag, everyone present knew that the time for the countdown had come.

Finally, when someone couldn't help but want to tell his heartfelt feelings, and wanted to put his tender words into action, he got Xu Han's initiative to speak.

When he watched his lips open lightly and wanted to melt himself into the two red petals, the words that greeted him made embarrassment written all over his face.

"I'm sorry, let me go."

I thought that someone would be the first to get there, but in exchange for a sentence "A good dog doesn't get in the way", someone couldn't help laughing.

This time, the warrior who made a big flower face immediately showed the original form of a turtle with a shrunken head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After all, the words were right, and he smelled the fragrance of his dreams, and the man no longer cared about the wolfdogs who gloated.

Maybe no one could have imagined that this fairy in the painting, who seems to be born with poetry and painting, and has been soaked in ink since he was a child, actually set off to the same destination as Gong Moliang's walking route, which is known as the Hanjiang University E-sports Club!

And her identity is about to come out with the acceleration of her pace, nothing else, it is the official president of the Hangang University E-sports Club!

A goddess who is full of books, is a woman, and is still talented and good-looking, will actually be contaminated with a game that has not been recognized by the mainstream society, and even does not hesitate to use electricity to get addicted. If you say it, I'm afraid you'll be isolated as a madman.

But the big surprise happened right in front of him, Xu Han picked up his mobile phone again while speeding up his pace, and dialed one of the calls.

"Potato, where are you now?"

The name potato is not a real name when you hear it, and the voice on the other end of the phone fully proves this.

"Oh, I said don't call it a potato, Miss Ben's willow waist is thin, and you say that it is a round image. I can warn you, if you miss Miss Ben's marriage because of this, I will haunt you for the rest of my life, hum! ”

I wanted to laugh a few words with my best friend, but the familiar sentence "I will pester you all my life" seems to be more than ten years ago, in that courtyard overgrown with vines, a small little bit pulled the trouser leg of a gray-haired old man and said it coquettishly.

Things are not people, but this fragment has become clearer and clearer in the polishing of time.

"Don't think I can forgive you if you don't speak, it's because of you, now the outside world thinks of me as a bloated female dick, if you don't have three big meals, or introduce me to a few handsome guys with beautiful eyes, I will never forgive you!"

The same coquettishness, only one has grown up, and the other seems to have remained for eighteen years.

Envy is there, but it is so faint that it is negligible, because whether a person grows up or not, not by appearance, a person's real maturity begins from learning to be alone.

Maturity is in his thoughts, innocence is in his eyes, Xu Han unconsciously warmed up when he thought of Ma Lin on the other end of the phone, who had a pouting mouth and a smile in his eyes.

"Just let my maturity take care of your innocence."

The difference in thought didn't last long, and Xu Han quickly got back on track, "Haven't you been clamoring to see what the e-sports club looks like, give you ten minutes to clean up, if I push the door and don't see it..."

"Toot ~ Toot ~ Toot ~ Toot."

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Xu Han hung up the phone helplessly, "What a child who doesn't grow up." ”

This kind of behavior of hanging up the phone without waiting for anyone to finish speaking is obviously not in line with Xu Han's family education, but the object is a childlike girl who has no scheming and can always speak amazingly, making her lean forward and backwards, and she is unnaturally a generation older, bringing herself into the aunt, and even Xu Han, who is in the corner of her mother, has not complained once, and even hopes that this unique innocence can be maintained until she is old.

Ten minutes was a journey from the library to the dormitory, and the moment Xu Han opened the door of the dormitory, he unsurprisingly heard a scream.

After putting down the hands covering his ears, Xu Han pointed at Ma Lin's head with his hands.

"How many times have I said that when a person is in the dormitory, don't forget to close the door, he is a fool with no memory, and he always loves to lose everything. When the time comes, I won't be able to find anything, but don't go to someone else's bedroom to claim it, I can't afford to lose that person. ”

Without waiting for Ma Lin to hold her hand and be coquettish, Xu Han said again, "Also, this is the girls' dormitory, and the aunt downstairs is sitting at the door 24 hours a day, and even a fly of the opposite sex can't fly in. ”

After Xu Han finished speaking, Ma Lin said with a hippie smile, "I know, if you keep talking, you will soon become a nagging old woman like my mother!" ”

"You!" Xu Han raised his hand and gently placed it on Ma Lin's head, just like the green courtyard more than ten years ago, but his hands full of ravines have become today's Qianqian's thin fingers.

"What a kid who doesn't grow up."

A gust of summer wind hit, Xu Han inhaled hard into his lungs, but no matter how he could tell it, he could no longer find the smell of the year.

That year, there was the fragrance of tea, the fragrance of paper, and the sweet fragrance of honey that I had knocked over.

Xu Han looked at the thin figure snuggled in his arms, and snorted softly like a mosquito, "Silly girl, if you are so naughty, I will take you out and sell it like this pile of newspapers." ”

Xu Han knew that the old man must be coaxing himself. Because one afternoon just five years ago, I burned a room full of newspapers with my own hands.

After watching the newspaper that the old man once regarded as a treasure turn into wisps of green smoke, Xu Han said to the small mountain bag in front of him, "Grandpa, there are a lot of newspapers here, and my grandson has fulfilled the promise between us." ”

"But why don't you tell me stories anymore?"

Suddenly, Xu Han smelled the sweet smell of honey in the air.

Looking at the half-open canned honey on the table, Xu Han's hands became slower and slower, as slow as a gray-haired old man.

"Grandpa, if my grandson puts the honey back in again, can you tell me another story?"

"Not much, just one."