Raiders President

Lu Yuanshan is taking a bath.

Wu Shizhen took off his clothes and went into the bathroom. The two of them were honest with each other now. Wu Shizhen's muscles were far less muscular than Lu Yuanshan's. Under the bushy beard, his slightly thin body stood in front of Lu Yuanshan's strong body. , Attack and receive points.Lu Yuanshan looked down mockingly: "If you don't exercise well, can you take pictures with so many beauties every day?"

"It's because I took pictures with so many beauties, so I don't need to exercise specially." Wu Shizhen pushed away Lu Yuanshan who was washing the body wash under the nozzle: "Walking around, I've been washing for so long, I'm not afraid of the skin wrinkled."

Lu Yuanshan playfully flicked the foam onto Wu Shizhen's face: "It's still handsome even when wrinkled."

"Boring." Wu Shizhen bathed in warm water, looked around the bathroom for a week, and was suddenly surprised: "There is no soap?"

He couldn't help complaining: "When I was in England, they would have one in their bathroom."

"This is not England."

The thin Wu Shizhen reluctantly accepted this fact, walked over and squeezed the body wash, who would have thought that a lot of it would slip out and fall to the ground, Lu Yuanshan, who didn't pay attention, wanted Wu Shizhen to go aside and let him go After washing, his feet slipped, and he threw himself on Wu Shizhen. Wu Shizhen blushed and slammed into the wall of the toilet. Lu Yuanshan reacted quickly and supported the wall with his hands. Ding dong, perfect wall dong.

"You!" Wu Shizhen found that his voice was getting smaller, as if a breath of energy was rising in his body.

"Looking up close, your stubble is even more annoying."

"Shen Xin." Lu Yuanshan called a name.

"Shen Xin?"

"Huh?" Wu Shizhen actually answered.

God, what's going on here?

"Shen Xin!" The Heyang lion roared angrily, and Shen Xin, who was lying on the table and sleeping soundly, was shocked and jumped up. There was still some saliva on her face when she was sleeping, and her eyes could not be completely cleared. Opening it, the pictures of Lu Yuanshan and Wu Shizhen's fragrance were instantly shattered. She blushed, and when she regained consciousness, he found the teaching director standing in front of her with an angry expression on her face.

"Come to the office after school."

Shen Xin stuck out her tongue mischievously, and after sitting down, she tugged at the clothes of her deskmate: "Why didn't you tell me that the teacher is here?"

The deskmate was watching "Welcome to the Nightmare Game" fascinated, and didn't feel anyone pulling her clothes at all.

Stretching, Shen Xin felt that she would become a big hit in the comics world in a while. Thinking of the two handsome male gods she saw in the cafe where the murder happened not long ago, she was so excited all day long. Couldn't sleep all night, and because of that, she started manga.

In a quiet cafe, a murder took the life of a girl. The handsome male protagonist and his rival male second are sitting gracefully by the window. They are talking about the case?Or are you talking about something else?

The comic "President Detective" will reveal to you the love between an unknown man.

"Saigao!" Shen Xin was so excited that she had an inspiration, so she thought about it, and wanted to know more about the life of the first male and the second male. It would be the best if she could observe and paint at a close distance.

Yang Shulin, who was in the same class, looked at Shen Xin who was called to the office by the dean and shook his head. Although he didn't understand why the dean of the university valued discipline so much, he also didn't understand why Shen Xin kept giggling while sleeping. The only thing he understood was, It is that he is being entangled by a person named Zhao Yin.

Things have to go back to a day ago, in the art room, he was painting for a male model invited by the school.

Zhao Yin is the male model.

This male model is mean-spirited, aside from his good figure and handsome face, his tone of voice and contrived movements can only be compared to the hooligans in TV dramas.

This reminded Yang Shulin of Wu Shizhen.

It's just that Wu Shizhen gives people a decadent, free and easy maturity, while Zhao Yin is a complete hooligan.

After he put on his clothes and trousers, he walked behind Yang Shulin, looked at his lifelike self in the drawing board, and couldn't help complaining: "How can I be so short?"

He is indeed not short, a full 1.8 meters.

"The drawing board is so long, what can I do?"

Judging from the proportion of the drawing board, Zhao Yin's height is already very tall and straight, but the hooligan said: "Next time get a 1.9-meter board to draw, otherwise you should draw a turtle." A place was drawn in a circle, and Yang Shulin felt insulted, so he stood up and pushed him away: "Oh, I'm still angry." Zhao Yin refused to let go, he followed Yang Shulin out of the classroom, Yang Shulin turned his head suddenly: "Don't Follow me."

Zhao Yin said with a smile: "Whoever is with you, I will go this way too."

When Yang Shulin walked to the library, he ran into Zhao Yin again.

He was sitting in a position at this moment, looking at a book intently.

""math"."

The title of the book is very simple, but the content of the book is not. Yang Shulin remembered that it was a book that only professors would read. Could this rascal just pretend to understand?

A girl sat across from Zhao Yin. The uncle in his 30s obviously didn't notice, and he was still concentrating on reading the book. The girl kept making small movements to attract Zhao Yin's attention, but the latter was unmoved , still concentrating on reading.

The girl finally couldn't bear it anymore and called him in a low voice: "Professor Zhao."

Only then did Zhao Yin raise his head and saw someone he knew: "Hey, why did you come here?"

"I. I..." The girl became nervous all of a sudden, and when she finally remembered what she wanted to say, Zhao Yin lowered her head to read again, but the girl finally didn't have the courage to say anything.

At this time, Zhao Yin suddenly said: "Fibonacci sequence."

The girl opened her mouth subconsciously: "1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, she seemed to want to continue talking, but Zhao Yin interrupted her: "It's not enough to memorize it, you know what's in it. Meaning? "

The girl shook her head: "I don't know."

Zhao Yin sighed in disappointment: "Go back."

Girls had to go.

"This is just a simple addition problem, and your student is too good." Yang Shulin sat in front of Zhao Yin pretendingly, showing off his mathematical knowledge.

Zhao Yin raised his head and saw that it was the student in the art room just now. He didn't seem to have any airs of a teacher, so he immediately asked another topic: "6, 2, 8, 2, 10, 18, 4, 12 , 10, 6,

"It's a sequence again?" Yang Shulin went through the sequence Zhao Yin mentioned in his head, and suddenly said: "Is this the sequence obtained by multiplying each digit of pi by 2?"

Zhao Yin was taken aback: "You know the truth so quickly?"

Yang Shulin said with a smile: "When I paint, I prefer to use mathematics to think about the length of each line and the distance between each image to be considered beautiful."

"So in order to draw a good circle, I introduced the value of pi myself."

Therefore, Zhao Yin pestered Yang Shulin, saying that he was the student who impressed him the most in school.

"I am Professor Zhao Yinzhao from the Department of Mathematics." He introduced himself like this.