The Records of the Library

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, time slows down like a pool of stagnant water. During the six-day working day, every time I look forward to the National Day not far away, it is a torture to the will.

So Mao Ziqi gave himself a holiday in advance. He recently started to live broadcast online to eat chicken. In order to make his live broadcast room more popular, he spent his class time trying to figure out the characteristics of the live broadcast of his predecessors.

This day, he was thinking about taking lessons, and he wore earphones, and suddenly laughed a few times amidst the drowsy crowd.

This burst of loud laughter was shocking, and the teacher who was busy reading PPT on the podium helped the reading glasses that slid to the tip of the nose, raised his head, and accurately captured Mao Ziqi with drooping eyebrows and bluish face according to the angle of the students' turning their heads .

The teacher cleared his throat: "Ahem."

Mao Ziqi's earphones were filled with the sound of bullets, and he didn't have the slightest sense of being caught. He didn't react until the kind-hearted classmate sitting next to him bumped his elbow, and he hurriedly grabbed the textbook and covered the phone.

The teacher's eyes locked on him firmly behind the lens: "That classmate in blue, answer the question I just asked."

Mao Ziqi looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him. He couldn't take off his clothes on the spot, so he had to stand up bravely and asked, "What's the problem?"

The teacher frowned, "Thinking questions after class."

Mao Ziqi picked up the book, flipped through a few pages indiscriminately, staring at the words on the pages and racing his head.

"Well, teacher, I'll think about it after class and then answer you."

Laugh out loud.

The teacher was so angry that he raised his voice: "Don't laugh, I'll see who laughs the happiest, and answer for him."

The audience was silent for a moment, Mao Ziqi stood abruptly in the crowd, with a sneer on his face that he didn't have time to close, he saw that the teacher's face was about to turn cloudy into a red warning of rainstorm, and he looked over the aisle for help, and landed on the first row. window position.

The contemplative class is taught in large classes. The engineering management department and the architecture department are in class together. The two classes sit across a corridor, fishing for fish and drawing pictures.At this moment, the one sitting by the window at the other end of Jianyuan, the dim light from the side of the window outlines a tall nose, deep eyes, and a handsome silhouette. Only he, Brother Ai, has such a fairy profile.

He Ai was writing with a pen, as if she was carefully arranging her notes, with a smile on her lips.

Mao Ziqi said: "Teacher, I think He Ai from the first construction class is very happy."

The teacher called He Ai's name.

He Ai stood up calmly, picked up the book, read the question first, and reported her answer in an orderly manner.

There was a commotion in the group of students below, and the teacher felt relieved when he heard the level answer. He didn't care about it, and let the two people who were standing sit down together.

After sitting down, Mao Ziqi was very puzzled: "Is this question difficult? Why are you blah?"

The classmate replied: "This question is difficult. I don't know which question it is. The teacher didn't say the page number and question number."

"Ah?" Mao Ziqi was stunned, and looked at his brother again, "It's amazing."

After He Ai sat down, she secretly took off her bluetooth headset and picked up her mobile phone to send a message.

[Aihe: Fortunately, there is you. ]

[Klein.L: Mr. Zhao has a routine in class every year. The PPT has hardly been corrected. It is because you are witty and know how to read the questions for me. We did this question in the junior high school entrance examination. ]

[Aihe: You have to tell me the question number.Are you playing chess with me while listening to the class? ]

[Klein.L: ...reviewing freshman courses, I am serious about it.It's your turn. Thinking about the next step?Just a hint, you're about to lose. ]

He Ai flipped through the draft book, and all the chess records he played were all failures, only the difference between losing badly and losing badly.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang in time, and He Ai put on the earphones again, and said while tidying up, "get out of class is over, let's continue to discuss next time."

KL snorted softly, "But at first it seemed that some people looked down on Gobang. I think Gobang might not be willing to come next time."

He Ai put on her bag and walked out, "Then I sincerely apologize to Backgammon, brother don't worry about it."

"Okay." KL said, "If Xiao Ai admits defeat, just secretly smile, I don't mind."

He Ai suddenly stopped in the crowd flowing in all directions, her gaze stayed on the strange faces passing by, she couldn't help observing whether everyone was carrying schoolbags on one shoulder or double shoulders, whether they were wearing sneakers or leather shoes, what clothes they were wearing today The color and style, the expression of the corners of the brows and lips when meeting him unexpectedly, the tone of the voice when talking and laughing with others.

Among all the people who rub shoulders with him on campus every day, will there be KL among them?When they pass by, will they look back suddenly as if they have a feeling?

Could it be that at this moment, KL is watching him somewhere.

He asked, "Why?"

KL smiled in the headset, "Psychology says that even a fake smile can infect people with positive emotions and make them happy. Although I can't see your smile, I hope you are happy, play chess and chat That's all."

The tips of He Ai's ears suddenly felt cold for a while, like a hot wind blowing past his ears, and a stream of heat flowed from his ears to his whole body.

Mao Ziqi walked behind He Ai, and was thrown off by his long legs. He vaguely heard He Ai mention Ziqi, apology, etc., and said that being a brother can't care about it, thinking that He Ai was playing with his mother Reported that he not only cheated his brother, but also angered the teacher by misbehaving in class, and retribution is imminent.Taking advantage of He Ai's inexplicable stop, he hastily chased after him and walked around in front of He Ai.

However, when he saw the face, Mao Ziqi was stunned as if he had been hit with a mace in the air. How long ago had he, Brother Ai, smiled so gently.

Amazing.