He glanced at it, then put his phone in his pocket.

Because he didn't often play the guitar in the dormitory, he put it in the counselor's office.

He knows that no matter how well he plays, sometimes he just disturbs the people.

He came out of the balcony and removed his shoes from the shoe rack at the door.

The roommate who had been listening with his ears watched him put on his shoes: "Eh, did you just refuse Mr. Wang's interview?" ”

Du Yuzhou glanced at him: "It's a delay, I didn't refuse." ”

Postpone?

The roommate raised an eyebrow.

Mr. Wang, whose natal name is Wang Minghui, is the most qualified old professor among the graduate students of their Academy of Letters.

All the graduate students of the Academy of Arts and Literature wanted to come to his command at that time, but only Du Yuzhou was selected.

The rest of the beings only heard of his name and never had the privilege of seeing him. Therefore, if the old man had a request, who of them would dare not say a word to him?

After several graduate students, Wang Minghui's old man has become a myth.

Postponement, in their eyes, is equivalent to rejection.

Because maybe today he said that it would be postponed, and tomorrow he will go out to give a lecture again.

He saw that Du Yuzhou didn't want to pay attention to people, and pulled him on his arm: "No, it has to be something big that can make you postpone the interview with your mentor." Are you crazy? ”

"As far as Wang Minghui's strength is concerned, 300 out of 365 days a year are outside the school, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see each other, but you still don't go?"

Du Yuzhou changed into his shoes: "You heard me tell him that it was postponed, and you must have heard me say the reason for the delay." ”

"Appointment?"

The boy asked, but Du Yuzhou didn't speak.

Isn't that a tacit acquiescence?

He got down from his seat and leaned over to Du Yuzhou's head. Because of the excitement, his eyes flashed: "Whose covenant?" ”

He really wanted to know whose appointment it was, so that he could refuse the interview of the old antique.

Du Yuzhou was not ready to answer.

He tied his shoelaces and took the keys and cards: "I'm leaving." I'll be back later. ”

"Where?"

The boy was unwilling and asked.

"Counselor's Office."

As soon as Du Yuzhou's words fell, the bedroom door was closed by him.

Leaving the roommate alone in the dormitory staring.

Have an appointment with someone, an appointment in the counselor's office? It's amazing, Du Yuzhou.

**

The counselor's office is located on the second floor of Office Building No. 4.

When Du Yuzhou walked, the office door was still open.

There were two students standing inside, and Qian Shuda, who was less white-headed, was coping.

The Academy of Arts is a large compound in Southern Jiangsu Normal School, with a total of more than 300 students in the four grades of the entire college. There are also many college clubs, and there are seven or eight large and small clubs at the bottom. So there are more counselors accordingly.

There are four in total. Qian Shuda is one of them.

Today, Du Yuzhou stayed in the office all morning, and it was all the business that Qian Shuda brought him to be familiar with. There were fewer students who came to run errands in the afternoon, and the young white head said to let him rest first. I'll go back tomorrow.

So I was surprised to see him at this time.

"What's coming?"

"Come get something."

There were also two girls standing in the office. When I saw him coming, I said hello to him.

"Hello teacher."

Du Yuzhou let out a "hmm".

Because I wasn't familiar with those undergraduates, I didn't pay much attention to it.

The two girls had obvious loss on their faces.

Qian Shuda smiled and took two pens from the table and slapped them on the table: "You two quickly changed the watch." ”