"Comrade Xiaoting, you saw a couple walking on the side of the road and asked me to fall in love, you saw the hero and heroine kissing in a Korean drama, and you wanted me to fall in love, and now I am writing a novel, and you want me to fall in love. Falling in love, falling in love, can you think of something else in your head besides falling in love? Frostdew spread her hands and smiled teasingly at her.

Uh, is there one? I really want to fall in love to the point where I thought of it! Xiaoting thought.

Someone snorted, disappreciative, put his hands behind his back, and paced around the dormitory, making the appearance of a storyteller.

"Our great Grandpa Mao said that practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, and you have to fall in love before you can write better romance novels!" Tang Xiaoting turned to look at her again.

Grandpa Buddha, if you want to think like her, then wouldn't I have to practice when I write Xianxia novels, wouldn't I have to jump off a building when I write a time-traveling novel, and wouldn't I have to handle cases when I write a mystery novel! Frost Dew thought.

"Well, that's true, but I'm going to write a horror novel next time, why don't you pretend to be a ghost for me?" Han Shuanglu grimaced at her.

When Tang Xiaoting heard her words, she didn't know how to go back, she just wanted to send her away immediately.

"Okay, little ancestor, hurry up and get out of the dormitory for me to listen to the fire lecture, I'm going to be late!" Urging you to do this all day long, urging you to do that, I'm about to become your mother! Xiaoting used her hands and feet to push the frost dew out.

Listening to lectures is really not a good job, for Han Shuanglu, she tries to escape from lectures as much as possible.

Sitting there all day listening to the people on the stage talk about it, and the people below playing with their mobile phones and talking about their mobile phones, it is really not interesting.

But today is a little different, Han Shuanglu is going to meet her male god Zhao Yiming, he is the male protagonist in her recent novel.

"Let's let, let's let! Sorry, let's go! ”

Han Shuanglu took Ling Bo's slight steps, walked through the crowd, rushed to the 4B05 lecture hall, and found the designated place in their department to sit down.

"Two twenty-nine, great, not late!" She took out her phone and quickly checked the time.

The most people in their department are the most busy, and every time they give a lecture or something, the people in the student union have to name them.

But Han Shuanglu doesn't care about this at all, all she cares about is the senior Zhao Yiming who is holding a camera in front of the left.

Han Shuanglu, I didn't expect you to empathize so quickly, I will have to punish you well in the future, Wei Xi thought.

In a corner of the two rows behind Han Shuanglu, Dongfang Weixi was paying attention to her every move.

The fire lecture is nothing more than talking about some common sense issues, and then showing some fire fighting items to the people present, what fire hats, fire coats, fire hydrants......

"Okay, students here, who wants to give it a try?" The fire brother glanced at the little brother and sister who were present, and pointed at Dongfang Weixi: "This classmate, please come out for a while." ”

Dongfang Weixi couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw that the fire brother asked him by name.

God, next time you go out, you must look at the yellow calendar, he thought.

As soon as Weixi came out, the gossipy elementary school girls talked about it.

"Wow, he's so handsome, why haven't I seen him before?"

"That's right, it's just a male god!"

Han Shuanglu looked at their expectant appearances, and couldn't help thinking: Handsome is not yours, does the male god have a half-dime relationship with you, uh......

No, no, I'm not the same! Shuanglu looked at Zhao Yiming with round eyes.