originally thought that she would be entangled with Song Miaomiao for an hour as usual, but she didn't expect that this time the reprimand was really a literal reprimand, Song Miaomiao didn't have any intention of contradicting the whole process, and it was so well-behaved that Director Ji was stillborn with a large list of words that she wanted to talk to her at the beginning, and she even frowned a little unaccustomedly.

The teacher in the same office, who was accustomed to the two of them choking each other, also raised his head frequently, and then exchanged looks with each other, thinking in the same heart: Why did this child suddenly change his character?

Cross talk all need a partner who sings and harmonizes with you, not to mention Director Ji, who is used to responding.

After chattering for half a quarter of an hour, the other party always bowed his head obediently and listened humbly, but in the end, Director Ji himself was silent.

After a long time, he sighed in a deep voice, motioned for Song Miaomiao to sit on the chair next to him, and pulled it casually, and the two sat facing each other for five minutes, just when Song Miaomiao looked up suspiciously to see if the other party was asleep, Director Ji finally made a move.

She patted Song Miaomiao's thick shoulder heavily, and opened her mouth as if she had finally made up her mind.

The two brothers walked side by side on the quiet path, which was the time when the classes were more intensive, so the path that was usually not crowded was even quieter.

Ning Lian seemed to be in a good mood, and his mouth never stopped along the way, and he kept babbling about this and that, as if there were endless things.

Ning Jian always listened quietly, never expressing an opinion, let alone interrupting. Looking at Ning Lian, who was so cheerful and cheerful as if he was merging with the rising sun, he couldn't imagine why he had such a strange disease with such a simple and beautiful nature.

On the way to the end of the conversation, Song Miaomiao seemed a little absent-minded, because she is now in her fifth year and does not have many courses, and more time is spent looking for internship units, so although she was delayed a lot of time early in the morning because of the bulletin board, she still feels that there is nothing else to do.

Calm down and recall the events of the morning, she shook her head helplessly, now thinking about it, she really can't understand why she is so angry, she has experienced so much in her previous life, and she will be tricked by this kind of little trick, thinking that this is not her character at all.

The sun was still very strong in autumn, and it was inevitable to walk into the dormitory under the scorching sun, and the second she turned the door lock, she suddenly stopped moving, and slapped her head with a look of chagrin on her face.

"Dizzy, I didn't take the document bag."

But he didn't know what the kid's major was or his contact information, he only knew that the other party said that he was a president in the future, so he couldn't let her be stupid to ask the teacher if we had a president department in A University.

Hey, it's bald just to think about.

When I entered the dormitory, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was no roommate at this time, and I was paralyzed on the table panting, and after everything calmed down, the sudden pain in my head was delayed.

Thinking about the stinky sweat all over my body, and the fact that I couldn't take a shower at the end of last night's hangover.

Wait, she couldn't take a bath, but she was neatly dressed when she got up in the morning, but the words that Ning Jian said in the morning were obviously vomited last night, and the battle situation should still be very miserable, so, who helped her clean up her clothes?

Thinking of this, Song Miaomiao's heart was shocked, and her already tanned round face was even more red.