When Jiang Sui said this, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, as if he was commonplace, standing in front of him, his expression was very relaxed, and he did not look the slightest shy.

It doesn't seem like the first time I've done this.

Zhou Jingmu lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the preparation of textbooks, he has been in regular script since elementary school, pay attention to vigorous, calm, meticulous, the pen can only be implemented, can not be elegant, not invisible.

Like his life, he is full of rigid rules, and even when he goes abroad to study, he is the group of people who abide by the rules and never let their desires run rampant.

My colleague was right.

He and Jiang Sui are indeed two types of people.

For example, now, she can stand in front of him calmly and say those rebellious words, but Zhou Jingmu can't pretend to be stupid and let herself be wrong again and again.

He clenched the pencil again, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Jiang Sui, today I will act as if I have never heard these words, tomorrow you will still come to class as usual, if I will not approve it, you go back first." ”

Jiang Sui was stunned for a moment, and saw him pick up the textbook and walk out, so he immediately followed, stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve, and shouted, "Zhou Jingmu." ”

She has always only called him Professor Zhou, and the suffix 'professor' seems very detached, but from her mouth, there is only a deliberately tarnished sense of banter.

This time, though, she didn't call it that.

She was straight and round, calling him 'Zhou Jingmu', and after removing the deliberately emphasized suffix, it seemed a little begging.

Essence stood behind him and asked, "Why?" I'm different from others, I won't rack my brains to think about how to get into the position, and it won't affect your professor's future, anyway, it's all about relieving desires, why don't you choose me? ”

Jiang Sui didn't understand.

No matter how pure Zhou Jingmu is, he is also a person in his thirties, and it is impossible to be emotionally blank, she thinks that talking to this kind of experienced man can save those unnecessary steps.

I don't know what I remembered, Jiang Sui frowned, and suddenly asked, "Could you be afraid...... Don't worry, I brought the medical examination report, it won't hurt you, and I don't have this ......"

"Enough!"

Zhou Jingmu turned around suddenly, looked at her through the lens, and looked at her hotly, but this time, she didn't see lust, only anger.

"Jiang Sui, don't you know that people should love themselves?"

Self-love?

She suddenly let go of her hand, stopped pulling him, and then took a few steps back, still with the same stubborn face, with a hint of stubbornness, returned to her seat, only took her mobile phone, turned around and left.

I didn't even bring a textbook.

Jiang Sui walked very fast, strode directly across the stairs, not wanting to leave through the front door with him, but deliberately went out through the back door in a big circle.

The air at Huada smells very good, the greening here is good, Jiang Sui loves to stand here and blow the wind, there is a smell of childhood.

There are many trees in the village, and they smell of spices.

There are some similarities here.

But today, when she smelled the smell, she just wanted to hold her breath and leave quickly, without even stopping her gaze.

Few people say that she doesn't love herself.

Because most of the people Jiang Sui met pushed her into the fire pit. For example, the manager in the KTV took 22,000 to stuff her chest, asked her to show off the 'wine culture', and persuaded her that it is a small matter to lose face now, and it is true that you have a golden pimple in your stomach in the future!

For example, in the studio, even Zhang Mengdie persuaded her that if she wants to climb up, don't take her self-esteem too seriously, no one can hold up and earn money.

Even if it is Pei Zhi, he will only throw the card on her badly, like a high-ranking master, treating her like this, and taking a second look is a gift.

That's how Jiang Sui grew up.

Someone laughed before, saying that her roots had broken early, and she happened to have inherited her mother's genes perfectly, and she still didn't know who her father was when she was pregnant.

Maybe Jiang Sui will return to the village after a while, or drag his children and daughters back.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sui smiled, she stopped, looked back at the door plaque of Huada, a few words very strong, you can see at a glance, it carries a historical background and authority that cannot be blasphemed.

It shouldn't be a place for people like her to be defiled.

Jiang Sui took out his mobile phone and found Zhang Mengdie's contact information from the address book, his finger stopped on the button, and he hesitated for a long time.

A few minutes later, she dialed the number.

……

Classroom.

Zhou Jingmu lowered her eyes and glanced at the textbooks on the table, she didn't take it away, maybe she didn't plan to continue to take it, so there was no need to take it away.

A few minutes later, the man walked over, picked up the book on the table, and took it with him.

*

Thursday, Professor's Office.

The colleague soaked the bowl of noodles, glanced at the office, and said, "Teacher Zhou, today is full of classes, I am too lazy to squeeze the cafeteria with the students during the recess, I will make a bowl of noodles, don't you mind?" ”

"No, feel free."

Zhou Jingmu shook his head, revised his paper calmly, occasionally took a few sips of tea as a relaxation, and after almost two hours, he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and unconsciously glanced at a textbook on the table.

It's brand new.

Because it's hers.

Jiang Sui is very qualified to be an errand student, she rarely takes notes, and only half of what she does, it seems that she can't keep up with the speed of the teacher's speech, so she simply gives up on herself and begins to scribble on the book.

The first few pages are all masterpieces of her graffiti.

are all cartoon characters, but I have to say that Jiang Sui's understanding of painting is good, but the writing is a little worse, crooked, and I can't see clearly.

But only, the word 'Jiang Sui' on the inner cover has the demeanor of some experts, as if someone has taught it, so the form and spirit are possessed, with the freedom of a little book.

Very few girls learn to walk grass.

Zhou Jingmu turned another page, looked at the illustrations painted on it, and laughed for no reason, although he didn't make a sound, but it exceeded his usual cold mood.

The colleague was obviously also shocked by this smile, and asked across the table, "What do you see?" It can't be a student's homework, right? ”

"Nope."

Zhou Jingmu closed the book and put it aside.

My colleague smiled: "I forgot, how many of the international classes you teach can hand in homework?" I glanced at the attendance sheet last time, and I didn't come to a few, I guess, in a few weeks, you won't have to go to this class. ”

"By the way," the colleague asked, "what about the girl who used to love to hand in her homework?" I haven't seen her in a while, have you taken a leave of absence? ”

"Well," Zhou Jingmu explained, "there are some things in her family, and these classes have no reason. ”

The colleague nodded and responded: "In this way, I thought that she was a new official and took office three times, but now that her interest is weak, she won't come." ”

Zhou Jingmu lowered his eyes and didn't answer this sentence, but when his fingers wiped the paper, he was cut by the sharp paper, and soon, blood oozed from his fingertips, and he quietly pulled out a tissue to hide the bleeding wound.

After the colleague finished eating noodles, he went out.

Zhou Jingmu calmly threw away the tissue, but his eyes fell on the pad of his thumb, there was also a scab there, which was almost healed, and the pain gradually became less obvious, just like himself.