Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 370 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellious Period 74
evening.

A call is made.

When the phone rang nine times.

A deep and alienated voice came from the phone, the tone was unhurried, like a Swiss clock, stuck on a regular point every time.

"Hello."

Ji Ning'an's phone call.

It was completely beaten out by Shi Wei's nagging all day long.

Because there was no news from Shi Jingnian for a whole week.

Ji Ning'an even searched through his circle of friends, and only saw him share an art exhibition - to be precise, it was shared by his assistant.

For Ji Ning'an, weekends are no different. For two days in a row, she spends two days at home craving physics, practicing the piano at a fixed time, and taking time to paint.

Ji's mother enrolled Ji Ning'an in many interest classes when she was a child, and she has persisted until now, one is piano, the other is calligraphy, she knows a little about chess, and she is good at classical dance.

To this day, she still remembers that when she wanted to learn street dance, she cried and begged Ji's mother for a long time, and finally was forced into the classical dance class.

I was four or five years old at the time, and I didn’t know much about it. I just thought hip-hop was super cool, and it danced so beautifully. I thought to myself, wow, I must learn it.

Now that Ji Ning'an has money, she can learn hip-hop dancing by herself, but because she has too many things to do, she doesn't have a little time to spare, and she doesn't have the mood she used to have.

I can't wait to break 24 hours into 48 hours, but I still feel that it is not enough.

After going to bed at night, she stared at Shi Jingnian's chat page on WeChat, and got used to reading it every day, when she woke up, and before going to bed.

She slowly typed a sentence on the almost blank chat page without knowing how many times it was deleted.

[Pay attention to the weather and bring rain gear. 】

Did not send.

It was too late, and I was afraid of disturbing their rest, so I waited until the next morning before mustering up the courage to send this message.

No one has ever made Ji Ning'an entangled to such an extent, thinking over every word.

The other party replied at ten o'clock in the morning: [Thank you for your concern, Professor Shi is fine. 】

Looking at the news, Ji Ning'an breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to ask when they would come back, but she didn't.

When Shi Wei heard this, she hated iron and steel: "How many days has my uncle been to Wenzhou?! Thirteen days! If you don't try to show your presence, people will forget you!"

"It will bother him."

Shi Wei was speechless: "What's wrong with making a phone call? It will waste his minutes and seconds. Don't be so sensitive. Listen to me and call him directly!"

Shi Wei also looked up the quotations for Ji Ning'an on the Internet, how to talk to Shi Jingnian, how to tease people just right, and wrote her on a piece of paper: "Just read it as I wrote!"

"..."

As for Shi Wei's words, I really couldn't say them out, if I did, Ji Ning'an felt that Shi Jingnian might think she was a little sick.

In the end, Ji Ning'an firmly rejected Shi Wei's words, and said that Shi Jingnian was a little busy during the day, so it would be better to call at night.

When the class started again this week, Shi Jingnian still didn't come back.

The weather in October is getting colder, especially at night, the tips of the plants seem to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and the leaves of the ginkgo trees turn golden, sweeping the entire playground.

Ji Ning'an came out of the dormitory wearing headphones, and sat alone on a bench in the playground of Beijing University, suddenly recalling his figure standing under the streetlight that night.

The phone screen freezes on a string of familiar phone numbers, the most familiar and the most unfamiliar.

She hesitated for a long time, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she pressed down.

The street lamp reflected the dim light of the mobile phone screen, like a small cluster of burning flames, reflected in the pupils of the girl.

She was wearing thin clothes and stayed outside for a long time, her fingertips were a little stiff from the cold, she curled up slightly, listening to the voice of waiting to answer from the phone, holding her breath.

After connecting.

He said.

Hello there.

The sound of hello landed in Ji Ning'an's heart, causing ripples and ripples. He heard his voice again after thirteen days. Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was the network distortion, which caused panic and palpitations.

Her head was blank, she opened her mouth but there was no sound, the originally typed manuscript was stuck in her throat, a little dry, and she didn't say a word.

There was a long pause, and the other side of the phone repeated politely and calmly again: "Hello."

Ji Ning'an was sitting on the bench farthest from the basketball court, and she could vaguely hear the hustle and bustle coming through the wind. close at hand.

The fingers holding the mobile phone were tight and tight, and the fingertips were a little white. She suppressed the chaotic and blank thoughts, her voice was very soft, and the words were clear: "Hello, Professor Shi."

There was about two seconds of silence.

"Ning'an?"

The voice was calm and gentle, calling her name, for no reason, gave birth to a lingering meaning on the night in early October.

It was the first time he called her that.

Many people have called her that, but no one has ever said it like him, adding a three-point indescribable charm.

It made her feel that the two words that were originally ordinary became beautiful and beautiful.

This is really not a good omen.

Ji Ning'an's heart was beating violently: "It's me."

Wenzhou, the top floor suite of the hotel, the elegant and large office study has a large floor-to-ceiling window, which is large enough to overlook the night view of the city, and the computer is turned on in front of the desk. The content is about the landscape architectural design draft of the residential courtyard.

The table is clean and tidy, and there is a cup of mellow and bitter coffee next to the left hand.

The shirt facing the computer screen is smoky gray, cold and lazy, tied with a tie, and the collar pin is strict, rolling up and down with the line of Adam's apple when talking, mature and sexy.

His slender fingers clasped the phone, his side face was cold and gentle, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, without any frills, simple and abstinent.

Regarding the call from Ji Ning'an, Shi Jingnian was surprised for two seconds at first, with a calm expression, he listened intently to her voice: "In the playground?"

"How do you know?" Ji Ning'an asked subconsciously.

"I heard the sound."

Ji Ning'an blushed a little, and listening to the voice on the other side of the phone, she could completely imagine his appearance when he spoke, with light eyebrows and eyelashes, deep and clear.

She asked softly, "Are you busy now?"

"Not busy." Shi Jingnian leaned back, he didn't look at the computer when he was talking to her out of politeness, he closed the notebook with one hand, his posture was relaxed, and his tone was calm, "I'm drawing."

"What manuscript?"

"Landscape Design."

Ji Ning'an silently remembered how many zeros there were in the back of his design value when searching for him online, and suddenly felt that it was so cool that he could take his class for free.

At this time, a shadow fell from the top of his hair. The boy was wearing a sports uniform, holding a basketball in his left arm, standing in the night, with handsome features, and a mouthful of white teeth when he smiled.

"Sister, can you add a contact information?"

Not far away, a few boys who were playing ball gathered together, and they all looked this way, not knowing what they were talking about.

(End of this chapter)