"Hey, Lao Yang, where are you? Can't wait for you? I've already cooked it for you! You're not as fast as when you were lame, you won't get lost! ”

Out of Peng Huan's office, Yang Mobai received a call from Tang Yu, and listening to Tang Yu's voice coming out of the earpiece, Yang Mobai couldn't help but want to hit someone.

"You're lost, your whole family is lost! I'm here in the Faculty of Letters, I'm walking to the cafeteria, wait for me! ”

Look, is this talking about human words? How many steps is the teaching building of the School of Management and Economics from the second canteen? Before and after, it is less than eight minutes to walk around in circles, if you can get lost in such a distance, then Yang Mobai will come to Xianlin to study in some university, go home and raise pigs!

Tsk, no, the technical content of raising pigs is high, and Yang Mobai, who will get lost, may not be able to learn!

In Grandpa Yang's words, such a big person can be lost, so it's useless to get it back!

hung up the phone and walked slowly outside the academy, Yang Mobai pondered Peng Huan's previous words by the way.

"The old guys are really calculating, don't let me write big characters, let me write words, give me this Zihao, this grass is fed so well, the horses can't help but run, take the benefits of people, don't do it!"

Sighing secretly, Yang Mobai could only praise the old foxes, playing tricks, and sure enough, he was still old, and he had to be convinced.

"Write a small letter? It's time to think about it! ”

got out of the elevator and slowly walked out of the gate of the Academy of Literature, holding a cane in one hand and patting his cheek with the award certificate in the other, Yang Mobai snorted and muttered silently.

"Yes, anyway, it's not in a hurry, it's just May, and there is still half a year before the end of the year.

After shaking his head and shaking off all the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Yang Mobai hurriedly took his steps and rushed towards the second canteen, where Tang Yu had already cooked all his meals, and if he didn't hurry up, it would be cold.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

"! How is it so far! ”

Yang Mobai, who took a deep breath, stopped, looked back at the gate of the Academy of Literature three hundred meters away, and then turned around and glanced at the second canteen a kilometer away, and couldn't help but be a little crazy.

"It would be nice if there was a car to pick me up at this time!"

As the saying goes, if you don't forget, there will be an echo.

As soon as Yang Mobai's words fell, he heard a sound of brake pads rubbing in his ears.

"Yang Mobai?"

Accompanied by the sound of brakes, there is also a clear sound.

"Ah, what a coincidence, senior sister, who are you?"

Hearing the sound, he turned his head sideways, and just saw Yin Yue's beautiful face, which caught his eyes, and Yang Mobai couldn't help but feel good.

It's nice to see a beautiful young lady, especially this beauty who is still the third on the school flower list. However, the most important thing is the car under Yin Yue's buttocks.

The black and white body is not in the middle of winter, the two headlights are figuratively pressed on the position of the eyes, the seat is not long, and the rear of the car is carrying a black tail box, like a tail, and the end is a post-modern art version of the rolling!

It doesn't matter if it's modern now, it doesn't matter if it's abstract, as long as it's still a car, Yang Mobai can ask for it with a shy face~

"Do you want to go to the cafeteria? Give me a treat! ”

"Why are you here? I went back to the dormitory and didn't go to the cafeteria, but I just stopped by and came up! ”

Rubbing the car or something, Yin Yue didn't refuse, but her eyebrows and eyes bent slightly, and she patted the back seat of the electric car with her backhand and motioned for Yang Mobai to sit on.

"Hey, thank you, senior sister!"

With Yin Yue's consent, Yang Mobai was suddenly overjoyed, even if he was still on crutches, but his movements were not slow at all, and he even jumped around the back of the fat roller, looking at the small space behind Yin Yue, he was just slightly stunned, and then sat down skillfully on his side.

After all, he didn't sit in Xi Yue's car, and he couldn't stop his waist as naughtily as he came, and it was Yin Yue in front of him, Yang Mobai was still able to restrain his heart to die.

"Senior sister, this is? Before class? ”

Sitting in the back seat holding a cane, if he didn't say something, Yang Mobai always felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward. Naturally, he re-asked the old question that Yin Yue hadn't had time to answer before.

"After class early, I went to the outer courtyard with the English teacher, that's it, what about you?"

Yin Yue, who was driving the car seriously, heard Yang Mobai ask this question again, and didn't think much about it, so she said it truthfully.

"Then we are very fateful, I am almost like you, Dean Peng called me to get the certificate, and then chattered a lot, and it was too late."

Yang Mobai grinned, patted the certificate pressed on the crutches and replied.

"Dean Peng? Dean Peng Huan of the Academy of Letters? ”

Hearing Yang Mobai's words, Yin Yue asked suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, that's him!"

Although Yin Yue couldn't see it at all when he turned his back to him, Yang Mobai still nodded.

"Dean Peng, I know, that's calligraphy!"

For Peng Huan, although Yin Yue can't say how familiar she is, but she can be regarded as an acquaintance, when she was a freshman, the school organized a charity sale, and all the income was donated to children in the mountainous area. The first is the commemorative badge for the 50th anniversary of the school donated by Yu School.

You must know that Xianlin University has been in operation for 99 years this year, and it will be 100 years old next year.

"By the way, what award did you win?"

Memories flashed in her mind, but for Yin Yue, who was concentrating on driving, it had no effect, but she was very curious, Peng Huan was a master of calligraphy, or the dean of the School of Liberal Arts, and Yang Mobai, a freshman in the School of Economics and Management, how did he intersect with him?

"Hey, hey, the province's 'pen and ink fragrance' calligraphy collection contest has won a small place!"

smiled very reservedly, Yang Mobai said.

"Little place?"

On a May day, the sycamore trees in Xianlin University have already drawn new shoots, and the fat broad leaves are crowded on the branches, and in just two months, the bare trunks have been embellished, and the sunlight has penetrated through the leaf cracks, adding a lot of mottling to the smooth asphalt road.

On the avenue that became long again, Yin Yue rode fat, and Yang Mobai, who was sitting behind him with a cane in his arms, and was sitting on the back seat slowly drove forward.

A breeze blew by, and occasionally pieces of sycamore leaves fell, scattering drops of joy.

Talking and laughing, the boulevard of one and a half kilometers seemed to become incomparably long, even if the fat rolling was always moving slowly at a speed of twenty yards, Yang Mobai did not feel bored.

It's just that......

"It's here~"