The conference room on the first floor was filled with students who were coming for the mid-term assessment.

"Can you sit over there, you're sitting here with a little blocked?" She looked at me, who had moved a stool and sat next to her.

"There's someone over there." I followed the direction of her finger and looked at the innermost position, where I had just been sitting, and then I left because the man who had put the iPad in the seat had returned.

"Over there." She pointed me in another direction.

"Wait for someone to go out, I can let it go, it's fine. "I replied to her in a calm tone, and I was actually a little influenced by her, 'What the hell does she mean, does she want me to go?'

The Doctor's brother talked incessantly, and I listened to it with relish, and from time to time she followed me and looked out the door.

I didn't look at her, and when I looked down at the PPT on my phone, I saw a foot wearing strappy sandals, and my mind was all over the place. Bifurcation. The appearance of the child, very, tender, white, white, my heart at this time has completely forgotten the PPT in front of me that is being reported, although my eyes are staring there, but my afterglow and my thoughts are the feet of that girl, I think the girl with these feet should be a very beautiful strange beauty, she is wearing a white short skirt, a very gentle one, looking up along the foot, can see her slender calves, I feel that my heart is full of her at this time, I really want to see her appearance, But I'm not too embarrassed, because there are really a lot of people around, and most of the girls next to me are from my grade, because I usually have a cold and lonely personality, and I don't know many women.

I can still see her silhouette in my afterglow, slender shadow, looking in my direction from time to time, at the end of the third doctoral defense, when the teacher commented, she actually walked directly in front of me, looked at the defense list on my side on the door, my heart was full of how to look at her face in the right way, my expression returned to the usual kind of looking at people is very plain like looking at a casual glance, very strange without emotion but not indifferent kind, I was just about to look over, a gust of fragrant wind blew over.

At most ten centimeters in front of me is her chest, my heart throbs and can't dissipate, I'm really embarrassed to look up at her directly, I suppressed my emotions, and tried to let myself see the content of the defense on my phone, so fragrant fragrance, originally dull and nervous mood, this moment feels very good, at this time I have to wait a long time to my annoying heart can not stay like a change, if I can, I want to be able to stay a little longer, as if she is consistent with this posture, she is slim. The body is in front of me, and I am still the kind of expression that is very common to everything, I really hate myself, can't I look at her directly and provocatively like the particularly rich and handsome in the TV, I feel that I am fixed in my body, and my head just can't be biased towards her, but my eyes have swept to her chin, so clean, except for a thin invisible faint point, she is all in vain. And she suddenly lowered her head, just for a moment, she looked into my eyes, she was looking at the PPT on the mobile phone in her hand before, as if she didn't notice her existence at all, she was really angry.

So that just sat back in place, the pen in her hand fell to the ground inadvertently, rolling down to the seat of another girl in front of him, he lowered his head, picked it up, turned his face slightly, and handed the pen to her hand, he just looked at it quickly, and in the afterglow was her hazy appearance, so beautiful, I really wanted to take another look, he hadn't completely imprinted her in his mind,.

"Thank you." She said politely. I didn't hear his reply, but I saw him nodding slightly, his side face was so handsome, it was the kind of TV it looked like, she looked sideways in his direction from time to time, still looking at the ppt in front of her very quietly, as if she really didn't see herself at all.

'He really thought I was watching the door, so angry'. She simply turned her head a little more sideways and chatted with the female classmate next to her.

I saw that there were still thirteen more before I arrived, and there were already two PhDs who had finished defending, and I felt that I was too poorly prepared, and then I was too nervous to walk back to the office and talk to myself again, and I was worried that the seat with my graduate student handbook would be occupied, and when I tried to return to my seat from the back door again, I didn't think that the back door had already closed, and as soon as I opened it, I saw a pair of clear little girl's faces looking at me, not her, I couldn't get in.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, as the last graduate student of the report, I basically told all the content without reading the PPT, except for the ten teachers in the central position, the surrounding student positions were just full, and I didn't remember the girl's appearance at all in my heart, but I still had that pair of feet wearing strappy sandals in my mind. Bifurcation. Child.