Something is true! ”

Yang Mobai's words made Tang Yu's eyes light up when he was nested into a skin shrimp in the parking space, but he instantly regained his energetic appearance, staring at the curious peach blossom eyes, quietly waiting for Yang Mobai to solve his doubts.

"It's shameful to sell cuteness, you know no!"

Glancing at Tang Yu, Yang Mobai said with disgust.

"Hmm~ I don't know!"

Being reminded by Yang Mobai like this, Tang Yu became even more intense, raised his hands and clenched his fists against his mouth......

"Gott~"

Yang Jianxiong, who was sitting next door, was suddenly not good.

"Oh my God, it's horrible, I'm going to get him farther away......"

Thinking like this, Yang Jianxiong really did this, and after retching, he hurriedly moved his buttocks, changed to Tang Yu's original position, leaned against the car window, added a seat through an aisle, looked out with a fat face, and tried not to look at Tang Yu, it was too spicy to see, and if you saw too much, you would be blind, really!

"Whoa!"

Yang Mobai's reaction was not as intense as Yang Jianxiong's, Xu was born after a long time, and he had developed antibodies, and he was already immune to Tang Yu's intermittent neuropathy. I saw him gently pouting towards the car door, and he didn't speak.

"it!"

Seeing this, Tang Yu, who suddenly remembered something, exclaimed, and hurriedly sat upright, but looking at Yang Mobai's eyes, the desire to learn did not diminish at all.

Tang Yu sold cuteness to disgust Yang Mobai, but he forgot that under Huang Hao's greeting, there would already be some choir girls on the bus, and they were looking at him with a look of surprise.

"It's a long story......"

With a chuckle, Yang Mobai adjusted the seat to make himself sit more comfortably, while slowly walking around in circles.

"Then you'll make a long story short!"

Sure enough, Yang Mobai's ink made Tang Yu more and more impatient.

"What's the hurry, it's still a long way, let's talk slowly!"

"Everyone is here, right? Well, it's full, Master, let's go! ”

While chatting, the bus was slowly filled with students, and then Huang Hao stood up, glanced at the crowd, and then turned to the driver after talking to himself.

"Whew!"

When the doors closed, the street trees on both sides gradually receded, faster and faster, and most of the people in the car were leaning on their backs to make up for sleep, and some of the energetic ones were bowing their heads and playing with their mobile phones.

Slowly, the originally noisy carriage fell silent, and only a few whispers remained.

……

"Dean Peng, are you looking for me?"

Pushing open the dean's office, Yang Mobai saw Peng Huan sitting at his desk, biting a red pen in his mouth, and looking intently at the "Great Dictionary of Ancient Chinese" on the table, which was comparable to the "Oxford Advanced English-Chinese Dictionary". Next to the dictionary is a stack of A4 paper covered with red notes.

"Oh, Mobai, you're here, find a chair to sit on first, I'll finish writing this paragraph!"

Peng Huan, who didn't raise his head, said casually, took the red pen from his mouth, and quickly scribbled on the A4 paper.

didn't listen to Peng Huan's words, Yang Mobai, who obediently found a place to sit, leaned over curiously, poked his head and glanced at Peng Huan's desk.

"A Study on the Origin and Diachronic Evolution of Chinese Repetition Sentences!"

This is the first A4 sheet of paper with the lettering in bold font No. 72. Seeing this, Yang Mobai probably knew that Peng Huan was changing his thesis, although he didn't know if it was his own, or the master's student he brought with him.

"It has nothing to do with me!"

Thinking of this, and didn't understand what was written in the article, Yang Mobai, who was lacking in interest, could only obediently find a chair and sit down, fiddling with his mobile phone boredly.

I don't know how long it will take, but I want to come for half an hour, just when Yang Mobai was about to clear the customs, Peng Huan behind the desk finally put down the red pen in his hand and looked up at Yang Mobai, who was playing energetically.

"You're at ease!"

"Eh, dean, you're alright!"

Hearing Peng Huan's voice, Yang Mobai hurriedly put down his mobile phone and lifted his head, which was about to be lowered to the crotch of his pants.

Knowing this, he realized that Peng Huan behind the desk had come to his side at some point, and was looking at the match game on his mobile phone screen with interest.

"Ahaha, what, I just waited to get bored, so I played a game to relieve my boredom, and I just played!"

explained with a dry smile, but Yang Mobai himself felt that this defense was so weak, especially after seeing Peng Huan's expression of smiling and not smiling at the "1203 level" in the upper left corner of his desktop.

"This excuse is so bad, I called you here because I need your help!"

didn't have too much to do with Yang Mobai, Peng Huan restrained his expression and went straight to the point.

"Words?"

Hearing Peng Huan say that he had something to do with him, Yang Mobai subconsciously remembered the calligraphy works he had said before.

However, Peng Huan shook his head, turned around and picked up the information on the desktop, and handed it to Yang Mobai just now the information he had written and painted.

"Huh?"

After taking the document, Yang Mobai looked at Peng Huan in front of him suspiciously, quietly waiting for him to give him an explanation.

didn't let him wait, seeing Yang Mobai's appearance, Peng Huan continued.

"This is a paper that I co-wrote with Dean Su of the Faculty of Arts at Soochow University, and he is the first author and I am the second author. I just changed some details, just wait for Su Lao to read it, and if it's okay, it's finalized. ”

Yang Mobai listened carefully and didn't interject, he was waiting for Peng Huan to finish speaking.

"How about you send me to Soochow University?"

“emmm？”

Peng Huan's words scared Yang Mobai, he really didn't expect that what Peng Huan said about doing him a favor was to let himself run errands!

Anyone who pushes the timeline forward by two months and is still on all fours, it's a trivial matter!

I really didn't expect Peng Huan to find himself who had evolved into three legs to run errands!

I'm afraid I'm not crazy!

Sitong Express understands? It's too slow, how about the tailwind?

"Dean, are you serious? Am I like this, go to Gusu? ”

Shaking the crutches in his hand, Yang Mobai asked in disbelief.

"You don't need to run, I asked, today their Youth League Committee has a bus to Soochow University, Weng Min told me that there is still a place, you just need to get on the bus here, get off there, walk a few steps to Dean Su, and then return to our school bus, and come back, it's not troublesome at all!"

"Huh!"

Yang Mobai worked hard to ensure that his smile was still amiable, and strived that the MMP that had jumped to his lips would not be revealed.

"Must go?"

"Well, definitely, I've already said hello to Su Lao!"

"It's not scientific!"

"Well, it's not scientific, but it's literary!"

“……”

Flipping through the A4 paper of more than twenty chapters that had been bound in his hand, Tang Yu concluded.

"So, in that case, you're there to deliver the papers?"

"Uh-huh~"

"Hehe, the sentence that blew up Peng Yuan's 'It's not scientific, but it's very literary', it's just incisive, I accepted it!"

Throwing the document in his hand that he understood every word, but when he put it together, he didn't know what it was talking about, and threw it back into Yang Mobai's arms, Tang Yu raised his hand and gently rubbed his chin and smiled.

"Your point doesn't seem right, don't you wonder why I have to deliver it?"

"Why?"

"I don't know!"

“……”

"Then you say a hammer!"

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