The night is dark and the lights are shining.

Bright crystal chandeliers illuminate the entire empty and silent living room, and the hum of the air conditioner can be faintly heard.

The living room was empty.

After a few moments, the rocking chair on the balcony shook.

A magnificent green skirt bounced on the dark wood floor for a moment, then was lifted up again and disappeared over the legs of the chair.

A long, white arm reached out from the chaise longue and placed a stack of scripts on the round table next to the rocking chair.

After reading the script for several hours in a row, Shen Qingzhao felt cold and stiff. She stretched and got up from the recliner.

She crossed her arms, walked quickly around the sofa, stood on tiptoe slightly, reached the thin blanket hanging on the hanger, and draped it on her backhand.

Cashmere is gentle to the touch and sits snugly on the shoulders and arms. The feeling of warmth instantly enveloped the whole body.

Shen Qingzhao was draped in a blanket and walked to the bar to drink water, when he happened to catch a glimpse of the mobile phone he had placed here.

The phone breathing light flashes. This indicates that there are unread messages.

Shen Qingzhao stretched out his hand and tapped twice on the phone screen.

The lock screen lights up, and it is a screen full of WeChat messages.

Unlocked, Shen Qing looked at it one by one.

The one who sent the most messages was Tyson:

10:23 a.m., Shen Qingzhao, why don't you get back for me!

10:25 a.m. I see you're getting fat! Do you dare to play with me?

When I get home at 3:15 p.m., I read the script carefully! Be careful with my surprise spot checks.

What about 5:46 p.m.? Don't pretend, I know you can see me!

At 6:55 p.m., I just received the news that Sister Li took another actress. In this way, all the artists I took over have won the actress and the actor.

6:58 p.m. Except for you! Shen, Qing, Zhao! You are simply a big flaw in the history of my brokerage!

Was I lame when I dug you up? Or did you give me a Gu?

I'm ashamed to say that you were brought out by me. If you don't play this "Streamer" well, I'll hang you to show it, do you believe it or not?

Shen Qingzhao supported his forehead with one hand, maintained a smile, and continued to flip through the screen of his mobile phone.

At 1:47 p.m. I joined a project team for this year's Mathematical Modeling Competition.

A quiet little strip, mixed with the upper and lower marketing accounts [shocked! Explode! The news looks unremarkable.

If Shen Qingzhao hadn't drawn slowly, maybe he would have skipped this news.

The taste of doing his best for grades and scores is already far away from Shen Qingzhao.

But this type of competition sounds like a lot of power.

Shen Qingzhao pondered for a moment, moved his fingers, and replied with four words - awesome, come on.

Almost the next second, a new message from Hesbai appeared on the screen:

7:39 p.m. Are you interested in mathematical modeling?

The speed was so fast that Shen Qingzhao was stunned.

Before Shen Qingzhao could come back to his senses, a new message appeared on the screen-

At 7:40 p.m., I'm going to attend a popular science conference on Sunday, would you like to come to our school to observe? It's about mathematical modeling, and you can learn a lot.

Shen Qingzhao, who doesn't know what mathematical modeling is, ......

This discipline may be a little far away from her life.

The word "forget it" was solidified in his fingertips, and Shen Qingzhao, who had always acted neatly and neatly, finally encountered a difficult time-

She looked at the phone screen and hesitated.

He Sibai must be very fond of mathematics and attach great importance to this conference, so he wanted to invite her.

She still remembers that when she and He Sibai first met, He Sibai was working part-time while doing math problems.

What kind of hard work is this...... She can't discourage the enthusiasm of the schoolboys.

Shen Qingzhao was silent for a moment, and still replied very against his will-Okay, then we'll see you on Sunday.

Shen Qingzhao didn't know that at this time, on the other end of the phone, He Sibai was standing in a back alley smoking.

He just got another job.

His right hand was wrapped, making it inconvenient to do some high-intensity work. The owner of the club is very good, and after knowing about this, he not only did not take the opportunity to fire him, but also let him take a paid break.

But he felt that it was not good to owe the boss a favor like this. So I took half a month's leave directly.

Now he works as a cashier in a small supermarket, responsible for the work in the second half of the night, with fewer customers, and quite idle.

After he saw this news, the corners of his lips, which he hadn't smiled all afternoon, finally curled slightly.

He can help Shen Qingzhao, this feeling is very good.

He exited the chat window with Shen Qingzhao and opened a group called [Jiang University Mathematics Competition Group].

Under the group name, there is a group notification:

At 1:40 p.m., Saturday is the discussion meeting, and Sunday is the meeting between teachers and students in the department.

There are a total of 6 students in the group, and five students enthusiastically replied at the moment the message was sent.

This competition, in the eyes of many students in the Department of Mathematics, is a grand ceremony.

Except for Horphyll.

He is interested in mathematics, but this interest has become insignificant under He Fanglin's years of poisoning.

He understood early on that he had to earn money to keep himself alive before he could have the opportunity to think about hobbies and interests.

Now that He Fanglin is missing, he needs money even more when he doesn't know how much debt He Fanglin has left behind.

It takes a lot of money.

If it weren't for Shen Qingzhao, he wouldn't have participated.

He Sibai moved his fingers, and finally belatedly replied six hours after the group announcement was issued-

Roger that.

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Saturday, early in the morning.

He Sibai worked all night at the supermarket last night.

So when he arrived at school, his eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was wrapped in low pressure, and his surroundings were a few degrees colder than the cold wind.

He was sleepy now and wanted to sleep.

But there is still a morning of math seminars - since he has promised Mr. Zhou, he will never be absent.

Seeing that it was still early to leave the meeting, he stood downstairs, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly.

The cigarettes he smokes are always spicy and very refreshing.

The wind was cold, it was the weekend break, and the downstairs of the School of Mathematics was quiet. Not far away, there was a sound of giggling, which was very eye-catching.

It was a group of students, like stars and moons, who were walking towards the direction of the school building with an old man in their arms.

He Sibai didn't pay attention, but he didn't expect the old man to recognize him first: "Sibai? ”

He Sibai followed the prestige and nodded politely: "Teacher Zhou is good." ”

"Smoke less, it's not good for your health." Teacher Zhou stopped and looked at He Sibai, his tone a little helpless.

He Sibai smiled and snuffed out his cigarette, but did not respond.

"Come in with me," Mr. Zhou asked with concern, walking side by side with him, "Are your hands better?" ”

"Much better."

"You're lucky this time, hurting your tendons is a big deal in your life. It's better to fight less. ”

The two of them spoke in familiar tones, and the group of students followed behind He Sibai and Teacher Zhou, each with a puzzled expression.

Is this Teacher Zhou's student?

It doesn't look like it.

Seeing that he had already walked to the door of the classroom where the seminar was held, He Sibai was still following.

Just when some students couldn't hold back and wanted to remind Mr. Zhou that there was still something to do.

Teacher Zhou patted his head, as if he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at the students, and said with a smile: "Look at my head, I forgot to introduce it to you." This is He Sibai, a student who joined our team. Everyone should get along well, work together, work together, and contribute wisdom to the mathematical model competition. ”

Several students behind Teacher Zhou were stunned.

Everyone cast surprised glances at He Sibai-

It turns out that this is the person in the group last night, who suddenly joined their team for some reason?

Well, it's the back door, right?