Self-investment

Fortunately, Luo Yimu was upright, guessing that Jian Ling had already stood firm, and after admonishing to be careful, he quickly let go of his hand and put a little distance away from her.Luo Yimu couldn't see it, but felt her lips touched something, guessed it was Jian Ling's ear, the temperature was slightly warm, and she pursed her lips unconsciously.

Jian Ling was only shy for a minute, when the distance was widened, the cold air cut off Luo Yimu's scent, and the heat on her face receded, she did not forget to raise her eyebrows, and teased Luo Yimu, "Good sister, So you care about me so much."

The half-true, half-joking tone, Luo Yimu heard, was very similar to that day in the bar, she hung limply on his body, and asked her frivolously if she wanted to try with her.

Luo Yimu's eyes flashed, remembering his rejection that day.

It's a lie to be indifferent, she was in a bad mood that day, she wanted to indulge for the first time, and she went to the bar just for the sake of sex, but for some reason, she didn't want to agree to Jian Ling's proposal in such a frivolous and indifferent manner .

As a human being, even the most primitive physical desires cannot be controlled, and you can meet naked and skin-to-skin with random strangers, so casual, what is the difference from animals.

Luo Yimu looked down on such brief orders, and he couldn't accept the same about himself.

She was lost in thought, and she raised her legs and walked forward according to her inertia, but was suddenly stopped by Jian Ling's elbow.

"What?" She looked at Jian Ling sideways without focus, with a dazed look on her face.

It is rare for a strict professor to show such a dull look. Only then did Jian Ling notice that her eyes would dilate unconsciously when she was out of focus, and her pupils would also dilate. They were all soft, and in a flash of inspiration, they quickly took out the phone, switched on the camera function, and captured Luo Yimu's cuteness at this moment forever under the lens.

"It's already here." After taking the photo, Jian Ling frankly put away her mobile phone, took care of Luo Yimu's face very intimately, quietly pulled her by the corner of her clothes, led her to the door of the classroom, and whispered in her ear: " I'll wait for you outside the door, so I won't go in."

Luo Yimu suffered from bad eyesight, knowing that Jian Ling probably took advantage of her when she didn't know it. There was no evidence, and it was not easy to get angry, so she just nodded and sorted out her expression. Taking a breath, he strode into the classroom, "Students, please be quiet, let's continue the class." Standing on the podium was another good teacher who taught seriously, and the cuteness just now disappeared.

Jian Ling took a few peeks through the crack of the door, and thought regretfully, it was really rare to see such a vivid professor just now, and fortunately he saved the photos wittily.

The professor was in class, and Jian Ling unlocked the phone and took out the photos, and looked at them with great interest. The more he looked at them, the more he felt that the professor had a little problem with his eyes. He was really naive. Just looking at it was not enough, and even set it as a screensaver, so that he would turn on his phone every day to see the photos. The first thing I saw was the lovely Professor Luo with wet eyes.

Jian Ling looked at it for a while, couldn't put it down, called out the address book, and changed the note to Luo Yimu to "cute".

……

The second half of the class lasted 10 minutes, and it ended quickly. Jian Ling was afraid that the professor would leave after the class, and she would not see her, so she didn't go anywhere, and just leaned outside the door to watch her finish the class. Afterwards, several students surrounded the podium with their books in their arms and asked her questions. Don’t look at her usually stern face, looking unapproachable. In fact, when students asked her questions, she was unexpectedly patient and cooperated with PPT and Handouts, answer questions for them carefully until they understand.

After all, such diligent students are a minority. There are more than 100 people in a major, and there are only seven or eight of them asking questions around the professor. The rest of the students only know the name Luo Yimu, King Yama. Mu announced the dismissal of class and told them to be safe on the way back to the dormitory. They immediately packed their bags, picked up their books and rushed out, not wanting to delay for a second. Wang there to die.These students left so quickly, nothing more than playing games online, having supper with classmates, or returning to the dormitory to watch small videos and watch dramas with nothing to do.

Jian Ling herself is a scumbag who doesn't like to study. After graduating from high school, she stopped studying and devoted herself to helping her father watch Internet cafes. Well, since the students are not serious, as a teacher, she is still a university teacher, and she has no obligation to these boys and girls, so why should she care so much about them?

Although only a few students asked questions, because Luo Yimu answered the questions in detail, it took a lot of time. The bell for the end of class was rang at [-]:[-], and when all the students were sent away, it was already a quarter past nine. Luo Yimu thanked them, and Luo Yimu told them to be careful on the road.The classroom that was overcrowded half an hour ago was now empty and quiet, only Luo Yimu was carefully sorting out her handouts and textbooks on the podium, and Jian Ling walked in with her pockets in her pocket. Luo Yimu glanced at her and said casually: "You Why haven't you left yet?"

"Why do you keep driving me away?" Jian Ling also walked up to the podium and stood beside her, "My good sister, why don't you want to see me like this? Is it annoying to look at me too much?"

Because of this sentence, Luo Yimu paused to tidy up the handouts, but soon recovered, and said calmly: "No."

Hate briefings?Not really.After all, Jian Ling can be regarded as a standard beauty, so the weird hair can't hide her beauty.

But I can't say that I like it. Jian Ling looks like the kind of person who is distracted about everything, and Luo Yimu has always lived seriously. Their personalities are completely different, and they are not from the same world. Luo Yimu just follows the social The basic principle is that you don't want to interact with people who you can't talk to at first glance. Obviously, Jian Ling doesn't have such a self-consciousness. Knowing Luo Yimu's personality, he still insists on getting close to her.

To put it nicely, it’s called indomitable, but to put it badly, it’s thick-skinned.

When Jian Ling heard Luo Yimu's denial, his eyes lit up instantly, the corners of his eyes curled up with a smile, and the natural and beautiful silkworms appeared on the eyelids, "So you like it?"

Being so obviously happy, Luo Yimu laughed, "Your world is so black and white?"

"I'm only like this about feelings." Jian Ling smiled and pressed Luo Yimu's hand on the handout, "Isn't love black and white? If you like it, you can communicate, if you don't like it, you can separate, how can there be so much ambiguity in the middle? "She tilted her head closer to Luo Yimu, squinted her eyes and asked, "Mumu, do you like or hate me?"

The face with delicate features was magnified in front of his eyes, Luo Yimu's eyelids twitched, and he was speechless for a moment.

Jian Ling moved closer and stared at her earnestly. There was less than ten centimeters between the tip of their noses, and their breathing could be detected, "Like it, or hate it?"