The scumbag who was abandoned by me came to the door

On Sunday, Zhao Gun didn't come to Zeng Loujia to apologize, probably because he wanted to be cold to him. Those who are loved are confident, and those who can't get it are always in turmoil.

Zhao Bun thought that he should also be called Zeng to take the initiative to flirt.

The good news on Monday was like mynahs hovering over Zhao Yun's head in groups.

He successfully passed the extra exam, and then the freshman and sophomore had a class to be combined in the lecture theater, and the speaker happened to be Shen Yawen.

Zeng Loujia had a natural admiration for Shen Yawen, and he must listen carefully. He prepared two power banks with him, turned his mobile phone to silent, and placed them on the table neatly with the books.

The table was very long, and a row could seat about ten people. Zeng Loujia didn't choose a place, so he and Dai Yuanzheng sat in the last few rows.

It is said that Professor Shen's classroom is the only way for students to receive knowledge, hone their will, and make a success. The class bell has not yet rang, and the seats are already crowded.

Dai Yuanzheng looked sideways at Zeng Loujia's ten fingers that kept moving, and the small universe was about to explode on the 26 keyboards.

I asked worriedly: Otherwise, I will lend you the computer?

"No need, you need to use it too."

"But I'm afraid that the phone will explode and die."

Zeng Loujia smiled embarrassedly and promised to buy a computer in two days.

The two were whispering, when they heard a student in the row behind shout, "Zhao Yu, come here, the seat has already been taken for you!!"

Zeng Loujia immediately stopped talking and stared at the phone intently without looking sideways.

Zhao Gun politely said to everyone, please give way, thank you.Slowly move over from the long table.

The classmate who was helping to occupy the seat waited for him to approach, pointed at Zeng Loujia's back, and made an OK bracelet.

Zhao Gun thought to himself, they are not in the same row, what kind of K?

Dai Yuanzheng looked back, "Isn't this Junior Zhao? What a coincidence."

Zhao Gun glanced at Zeng Loujia's side face, and didn't intend to pay attention to him, did he?small sample.

He said politely and heartily, "Ape dung, let us reunite after parting."

Wei Wei pondered for a while, then reached out and patted the back of the girl in front of her, "Hello, classmate, can we change seats? I met an acquaintance here, so it's convenient."

The girl turned around, and the super handsome guy smiled and asked to change seats with her, then~ absolutely not, "You are too tall, you changed seats with me, wouldn't you block my sight."

Encountered a stubble.

Zhao Bun frowned and sniffed, and said, "I'm a little allergic to fragrances, Miss Sister's shampoo smells so good and she's pretty, if you sit in front of me, I'm probably going to be dizzy, so I don't have the emotion to study. "

Then raised three fingers and swore, "I will lie down on the table and try my best not to block your sight."

The girl couldn't help being praised, she pulled her black hair, and her freshly washed hair smelled delicious, "But it's so troublesome to change, look, there are people on both sides."

"I can carry you here," Zhao Gun aimed at the slightly loose tone of the other party, urging the other party to stand on the stool, with a bright smile on his face that captured the soul, and stretched his slender arms to invite the girl into his arms.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then desperately hugged the things on the table and stood on the stool.

Zhao Ju hugged the opponent's leg firmly, turned around and put the girl down in an even manner.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The first person who finds out will be contagious, and there is a burst of screaming in the classroom.

How is this, dog food? !

Everyone's eyes focused on the two people who were handing out food in front and back, there were jealous wailing sounds, and there were also deliberate booing.

The girl's face was so bloodshot that it exploded.

Zhao Yu quickly flipped over the table and waved his hand, "It's just a change of seat. Parents and folks, don't make a fuss. Hurry up and read your book and find your mother." Looking back with a smile, he took out a tissue and wiped the table for the girl. Say politely, "My name is Zhao Ju, thank you, beauty."

Dai Yuanzheng smacked the side of his leg with his elbow, and smiled in admiration and surprise, "I think you are a good hand who will never worry about not being able to marry a wife."

Zhao Gun smiled and said nothing, glanced at the silent Zeng Loujia over Dai Yuanzheng's shoulder.

With earphones plugged into Zeng Loujia's ears, he looked quietly as if he was addicted to studying and couldn't extricate himself. If it weren't for the thick eyelashes trembling slightly, even his flowing and smooth black hair would emit colorful light.

He was completely blinded by the little illusion he deliberately created.

Zhao Gun thought: "I don't see you for a day, and I think about it like crazy."

The cheapest is really nothing but himself.

Handed a sentence to the pretendingly indifferent person, "Senior Zeng doesn't even have a computer, how inconvenient is it to take notes?" He opened his Apple MacBook Pro solemnly, as if sliding over the beautiful shoulders, soft and ambiguous .

Zeng Loujia scolded himself for being stupid, took off the earphones, and said in a gust of wind, "You need to use a computer to take notes, but I don't need a computer. Just use this." He pointed to his brain, which is his brain Works better than a computer.

Dai Yuanzheng interjected with a smile, "How big is the memory in your brain, is it 12Tb?"

Zhao Yu also added, "The txt file package inside must be a mass storage with various types. When I plug in my USB port someday, senior Zeng will copy and paste a copy for me in batches, and ask the elementary school students to study hard. Let the sun go up."

The two joked together as if they were fighting against each other, which shows that Zhao Gun has completely won Dai Yuanzheng's favor.

Zeng Loujia replied in a low voice, "Has the toilet become a genius? You talk a lot."

"People's hearts are separated by breasts. Son, Senior Zeng said no, but in fact, he still wants it all the time." Zhao Yu held his chin and looked at the layers of color on Zeng Loujia's face with disinterestedness. The change of fading, I really like it more and more.

He suddenly understood why there were faint kings in the past dynasties. Look at Kagana's chest, which is obviously full of anger, and his face is still full of bright and moving coldness. You taste, you savor carefully.

Dai Yuanzheng rubbed the bridge of his nose, and asked back, "What does Zeng Loujia want?"

"Computer, haven't we been discussing about computers?" Zhao Bun patted the frame of the laptop, his heart beaming with joy.

Zeng Loujia immediately returned him a murderous look, letting him experience it for himself.

"The atmosphere in the hall is very hot today, so I will take it as your warm welcome and applause. Fortunately, I have the foresight to bring a wireless microphone." Professor Shen came in calmly from outside the classroom at the most correct time.

The humorous language drew applause.

As soon as Professor Shen's ppt was opened on the projector, all the students immediately threw themselves into the state of learning and fighting.

Zeng Loujia's fingers kept sliding across the screen of the phone, crackling and recording the main points of the information.

Suddenly a white light flashed, and a ball of toilet paper fell on his mobile phone, which bounced three times.

Zeng Loujia raised his eyebrows, and Zhao Gun said something malicious to him, and opened it to have a look.

Neuropathy.

Zeng Loujia completely ignored his ardent hand hints, and listened attentively to himself.

Zhao Bun took out four packs of tissues from his schoolbag and pocket. Persistence is the most expensive thing to harass. After taking out the tissues, he scribbled on each of them, and then threw them into the gap between Zeng Loujia's hands.

"Look, look~"

Zhao Bun threw another ball of toilet paper, Dai Yuanzheng couldn't bear it any longer, he clapped the paper ball back to Zhao Bun's face.

"Listen to the class carefully." Dai Yuanzheng stared at him rigidly, like the physics teacher who pointed a chalk tip at him and killed him with one blow.

Zhao Gun covered his face, his dark eyes were full of grievances, then you should not be caught between us, since Jiajia is not sitting beside me, it will be difficult for me to concentrate.

"Those boys in the fourth-to-last row, may I ask how bored you are that you decide to pass the book on toilet paper?" Shen Yawen's pleasant baritone voice suddenly rang through the loudspeaker, and quickly gathered all the students attention.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zeng Loujia pinched a few of them together and blew his nose, and the rest rolled down the hole in the table, then slowly got up and said, "Professor, I'm sorry, I just borrowed some tissues because I had a slight cold." .”

Shen Yawen narrowed his eyes slightly, it was this handsome boy with a kind of androgynous beauty again.

"Zeng Loujia, I remember your name correctly, right?"

In high school, being named by teachers, no matter whether they praised or criticized, students have a certain kind of arrogance in their hearts, but being nominated in college is mostly embarrassing.

Zeng Loujia's face remained unchanged, and he bowed very modestly, "I will take the initiative to find you to admit my mistakes after class, please save precious time for the students who are listening carefully."

The boy's attitude is quite cold and arrogant.

Shen Yawen remembered him more and more.

Zhao Gun quit, stood up straight, and bowed to everyone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zeng is too selfless in his studies, I really can't wake him up from the bottom of the study, so I had to do stupid things to interfere with the class. "

"After class, I will accompany Senior Zeng to apologize to the professor."

Shen Yawen smiled faintly, "You two are quite funny, you play your own routines and help each other, I just nodded, no need to apologize, just sit down." Suddenly he changed his mind, and said to Zhao Yu, "Since You took the initiative to stand up, looking quite courageous, then what I just said, can you repeat it?"

The ultimate move in the back is too bad.

Zeng Loujia raised his hand: "I will answer for him."

"Sit down," Shen Yawen smiled and nodded, "You have a very good memory, I remember it."

Even Dai Yuanzheng couldn't help but move his computer screen to reveal some information to help Zhao Bun through the difficulties.

This is a joke, there are many people in the crowd waiting to watch the excitement.

Zhao Bun didn't change his face, and his heart didn't beat. He pushed away Dai Yuanzheng's messy notes, took a look at the information on the projector, and spoke decently:

"Everything is architecture. It is the creed that Le Corbusier believed in all his life. He refused to accept the ready-made architectural classification and design tradition, and redesigned the architectural symbols and expectations of the architecture of his time."

"He lived his life on the creed that one can gain knowledge from everything and create new forms, and that one has the ability and responsibility to break out of established patterns."

"The revolutionary new technologies of that era, the succinct and comprehensive approach adapted to cultural, socio-economic and political movements, enabled Le Corbusier to acquire unique cognitive abilities, spatial intelligence and collective memory, and to extract from them A unique poetics of machines and metaphors, which in turn dramatically reshaped the way humans see, apply, and create architecture."

"However, it is the very same historical, contextual and cognitive conditions that both foster and hinder the new creation of space: inducing hallucinations and prejudices, and creating the unanticipated. The unconscious and the Unnecessary mistakes. In this way, Le Corbusier, as the designer of modern life, uses his own architecture as a shield and sword, telling us the energy and limitations of creativity, as well as the success and failure of the 20th century.”

Shen Yawen opened her mouth slightly in surprise, with an unconcealable look of admiration on her face.

Zhao Yu made a self-analysis in a chic way, "It's not that I'm smart, but I happened to read "Le Corbusier: The Poetics of Machines and Metaphors" in my spare time on Sunday, which was recommended by my senior Zeng Loujia. , if you are interested, you can look for Senior Zeng’s notes, the content is more comprehensive and specific than what I have said.”

By the way, help my wife to get a business, my wife should not be angry.

He smiled flatteringly at Zeng Loujia, while Dai Yuanzheng helped his chin that fell on the table.

Zeng Loujia was stimulated by his playful smile, and suddenly remembered something, and took out toilet paper from the hole in the seat, on which was written:

Don't listen to this bastard surnamed Shen, I have a book, come to my dormitory at night, and I'll lend it to you. PS: The phone screen is so small, my wife has worked hard, I will rub your hands for you~

Who is your wife, shameless.

Zeng Loujia somehow stretched the sore knuckles of his fingers, his cheeks were red and he didn't know it.

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