What if there are no inhibitors?

The special bell rang again, and the boy in the white shirt who was sitting in the study room picked up the phone.

——How much longer?

The corner of the boy's mouth hooked down, and his thin white fingertips tapped on the screen.

——Immediately, right away.

The news over there jumped out immediately.

--Not urgent.

--it is good.

Song Zhiwei put down his phone with a smile, and leaned over to make a picture.

They have just enrolled in the three major components, except English, PE, and Mayuan, which are basically required to learn.They also took women's clothing structure design in their freshman professional courses.

In class, the teacher talked about women's figures, saying that they are graceful and exquisite.

But he was always dazzled by the thought that his body, which he often touches at night and rests on his pillow, does not have the gentleness that the teacher said, but instead has a hard, powerful beauty.

Not making a dress for Han Yul himself is a waste of his model-like figure.

Although he doesn't know it yet, he is already teaching himself.

Doing homework today, he stayed in school a little late.

He prefers to do homework at school, and occasionally read professional books when he gets home.

In fact, it is not impossible to take home and write.But as soon as he got home, his bones fell apart in that warm atmosphere.

Either he slumped on the sofa eating and drinking, or he watched Ruan Ruan playing with his turtle friend, or he stuck to Han Lu.

Han Lu is more determined, and he will read professional books seriously when he gets home.

If the two of them were on the sofa, he would sometimes slip his foot into Han Lu's clothes and step up slowly from the tailbone.

Or put your head on his lap to sleep, see how long Han Lu can bear to take care of himself, and never tire of it.

College life is not as purely playful as he imagined, and professional grades still have to be taken care of.

But I do have a lot of free time to enrich myself and choose what I like to do.So overall it's still great.

After finishing the last stroke, Song Zhiwei lifted up the huge drawing and nodded in satisfaction.

It was only when I looked up that I realized that it was raining outside, and it was pouring.He speeded up his packing.

When he walked to the corridor, a huge cold wind blew on his face, his neck shrank subconsciously, and his pace quickened.

The sound of bean-sized raindrops crackling on the glass windows was even more pronounced, and he immediately went down to the first floor with the painting in his arms.

There are no people in the place that is usually overcrowded today, only one person came to pick up his roommate.The two left in a hurry with their umbrellas in hand.After walking two steps, the bottom of the trousers below the calf was completely wet.After the two left.

In the entire corridor, there was only one person standing with his hands in his pockets, looking casually at the weather outside.

"Why didn't you rush me?" Song Zhiwei ran to Han Lu and looked up at the drenched man.

Even if he looked like a drowned rat, this man was still in a calm state.The hair on the front of the forehead was all pushed back, exposing the smooth forehead, making the facial features more three-dimensional and handsome.

"You're still drenched like this." The tone was slightly distressed.

"It suddenly rained halfway, and I was not prepared at all. How do you let me hide?" Han Lu smiled helplessly, and bent down to pick up the open umbrella on the ground: "Even your school has only the last umbrella left." .”

"Okay." Song Zhiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When the two squeezed a small broken umbrella to the school gate, basically half of the shoulders and pants below the knees were wet.Not to mention the shoes, you can swim directly with your toes dangling in them.

The most unfortunate thing is that the weather is not good to take a taxi.

"I'll buy a car here, it doesn't need to be too expensive." Han Lu said suddenly.

Song Zhiwei, whose thoughts were emptied by the rain, suddenly raised his head: "Huh?"

Immediately he wanted to understand why Han Lu said that, "Oh." He said, "Okay, I'll buy it for you."

After all, all of Han Lu's real estate is with him.

Han Lu ate soft rice with peace of mind: "Yeah."

It was raining so hard outside that the surface of the umbrella made a dense sound of colliding water.Song Zhiwei felt that he hadn't been drenched much. He looked up and saw that Han Lu had hardly opened his umbrella, and the umbrella kept leaning towards him.

Unhappily, he reached out to hold the angle of the handle of the umbrella, and tilted the umbrella towards Han Lu.

"I'm all wet." Han Lu said.

The implication is that it doesn't matter if it rains a little more.

"No." Song Zhiwei stared at him: "What if I catch a cold?"

In fact, he was just persuading Han Lu like this, but he knew that Han Lu was in good health and almost never got sick.From being really beautiful to actually being a prophecy.

Han Yul had a fever the next day, 38.5.Moderate fever.His mental state was indeed not as good as usual, his complexion was pale and his skin was dry.

Seeing that Han Lu was uncomfortable, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Moreover, the doctor said that he should be hospitalized for infusion, but Han Lu said that he could just prescribe medicine.

The two walked out of the consultation room.

"It's better to be hospitalized sooner."

"It's okay." Han Lu said.

He really thinks it's okay, so he wouldn't ask for leave for this level, and Song Zhiwei will blame himself if he feels so uncomfortable.

"Why is it all right? I can't stand still." Song Zhiwei muttered.

"That's a child, I'm an adult." Han Lu began to put on his clothes.

Song Zhiwei was puzzled: "University courses are not as intense as high school, why do you have to go back to school?"

In fact, Han Lu is not such a rule-abiding person. If Song Zhiwei was sick today, he would definitely ask for leave to take care of him.

It's just that it's my turn, and I don't want to make such a big fuss.

Han Lu followed Song Zhiwei's words and said, "Today is Professor Li's professional class, which is very important."

He is telling the truth, but no matter how important it is, private lessons are fine.You can still ask for leave if you are really sick.

Song Zhiwei sneered: "What class is so awesome?"

Han Lu paused while putting on his clothes, and looked down at the sarcastic person in front of him.

Song Zhiwei frowned, and bit the flesh on the side of his mouth hard.

Suddenly stretched out his fingertips to grab Han Lu's sleeve, his voice dropped a few degrees,

"I don't have class today, so I'll help you attend the class and fill up the notes, okay?"

"So is it okay to be hospitalized for infusion?"

good or not?

Can Han Yu say it's bad?

At this time, his children's brains have not turned around, and they don't know how to borrow other people's notes.

But Song Zhiwei ran this trip in person, why did he look forward to it so much.

"Okay." Han Lu said.

Song Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly pushed Han Lu back: "Let's go, go for the infusion, I'll go out and buy porridge for you later, and go home to pick up books, and then go to class in the afternoon. By the way, what class is it called?"

Han Lu smiled and said the name of the textbook.

Song Zhiwei wrote down the name and clenched his fist hanging by his side: "Okay, I see."

Han Lu saw him smug, like an elementary school student carrying a schoolbag to school every day to perform well in order to get the teacher's praise.He rubbed Song Zhiwei's head with his palm: "You are so obedient."

"roll!"

Taking good care of Han Lu, Song Zhiwei took the letter and went to the designated classroom.

When I was dating before, I came to Han Lu's class, it was like listening to the heavenly scriptures.But he didn't do it for the class, but he missed the time when they were at the same table.

He just went to class in a serious manner, and didn't hold hands secretly, or took the opportunity to touch Han Lu's thigh when he bent over to pick up something, that was only done at home.

But even if they are in class like this, there are still quite a few classmates around who know that they are in a relationship.

This time without Han Lu's company, Song Zhiwei deliberately took a seat in the corner.

Soon the class bell rang, and a middle-aged bald man walked in.The middle-aged man wore square-framed eyes, carried a book bag under his arm, and walked swiftly and resolutely.

Song Zhiwei was very impressed with this teacher. Among the several ice university teachers he had heard, this one was the most amazing.

This teacher doesn't like to use PPT very much, and often writes on the blackboard to give lectures.This is convenient for Song Zhiwei.

He set up a stand on the table and recorded the video with his mobile phone.The pen is full of notes, and he doesn't know where to focus, anyway, he writes what the teacher writes on the blackboard.

Time passed very slowly, and I finally got through the two difficult classes.

The professor unscrewed the teacup for drinking water, took a sip, and finally concluded: "That's all for this class, do you have any questions?"

No one raised their hands.

The teacher said again: "Then I will smoke casually." He walked to the end of the classroom and pointed to Song Zhiwei's row: "Sixth classmate, come here."

Song Zhiwei couldn't believe what kind of luck he was.He slowly closed the pen cap and stood up slowly: "I have nothing to ask."

He is still in extreme doubt.

The classmates next to him saw his embarrassment and all laughed.

"Why are you laughing? He doesn't have anything to ask but he knows. How about you?" The professor bent over and looked at the crowd with a questioning tone: "Huh?"

What did Song Zhiwei say, he knows what a fart.Alien texts are not as difficult as yours.

Fortunately, no one dismantled his desk, so he sat down with a sigh of relief.

Then the professor started to ask questions, and the answers of several people in succession were correct, but none of them were to his satisfaction.

The professor's heart moved, and he called Song Zhiwei again, "Yes, it's you, you answer."

He deliberately chose a student master who studied hard to set a good example for others.The kid looked at him all class with big eyes eager to read, of course to be satisfied.

Song Zhiwei was even more nervous when he yelled this time than last time.

"I do not know."

After saying these words, he strangely calmed down, because he had already foreseen his own ending.

"I don't know?" The professor wondered, "What time did they all answer?"

"I really don't know." Song Zhiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Teacher." Someone helped him: "He is not in our class."

"Oh?" The professor now has a better impression of Song Zhiwei, no one has ever come to listen to his class.His class is not generally difficult, and non-major students can't understand it at all, but this classmate is so studious.

The professor's eyes sparkled: "Do you like this class?"

"No." Song Zhiwei couldn't get off the tiger, "My friend is sick, so I'll help him take a note."

After he finished speaking, the whole class began to erupt.It seems that the malicious intentions brewing from the beginning have now exploded.

It's just that this malicious intention is not malicious, it is a mixture of curiosity, excitement, shock and the jealousy of a single dog. At this moment, I hope that Song Zhiwei, the person involved, will feel embarrassed.

The booing was too loud, and the professor asked, "What's going on?"

The people below shouted: "Nothing."

The professor didn't get the answer he wanted, so he dismissed the get out of class and let everyone disperse.

Someone asked Song Zhiwei: "How is Han Lu?"

"38.5, infusion in the hospital."

The person who asked was relieved: "I just said, if it is really serious, are you still in the mood to come to class?"

And some people have already found Han Lu's private letter to complain.