Teacher, he wants to do problems on the blackboard

As an ordinary male graduate student who only has game guides and world maps in his memory all year round, it is indeed not easy for Cheng Jibei to remember Ying Ke's birthday - after all, the last person who enjoyed this kind of treatment was Cheng Jibei Jibei, the singer who was crazy about Jiang Cheng when he was in high school, as a loyal fan, in order to make up 11 ginger dolls for Jiang Cheng's birthday on November 11th, he even sold his own blood in the game for three years.

Being able to remember Ying Ke's birthday is not a good memory for Cheng Jibei himself.

In the distant undergraduate period, Xie Zhili, who had just entered the university, joined the scientific research department of the student union with enthusiasm. At that time, it coincided with the academic exchange month. After working for only three days, Zhili was overwhelmed by Ying Ke's charisma, and when he returned to the dormitory at night, he kept talking about "our minister".

"Brothers, do you know? Our minister actually likes to drink American-style espresso. My father thinks that stuff is very bitter. He can drink it like water. It's a thief."

"Today, another girl confessed to our minister. Our minister told her to let her spend more time chasing stars, and don't think about such illusory things as falling in love."

"Our Minister's birthday is coming soon, have I told you? His birthday is December 12th, and we plan to surprise him on that day."

Hearing so much, the whole dormitory knows that Ying Ke is such a number one person, he likes to drink American condensed food, his specialty is changing plans while making phone calls, his birthday is December 12, and he is single.

Watching his roommate work so hard to secure his minister, Cheng Jibei seemed to see a shadow of himself in him——Xie Zhili would flirt with Cheng Jibei every now and then. The chairman joined forces, as if he secretly opened a Weibo trumpet to write about Jiang Cheng, actor Tang Xiu and Gao H□□.

It's just that there is a difference between nostalgia and substitution. Cheng Jibei, an old fritter in Yanyi, especially wants to strangle the kind-hearted freshman Cheng Jibei to death.

On the night of December 12th of that year, stars were shining in the clear night sky. The warmth of Christmas hadn’t faded, and the tension at the end of the term hadn’t come yet. Everything seemed to be just right.

Cheng Jibei, who picked up the courier from the west gate of the school, was about to go back to the dormitory to enjoy the wonderful night life, but a phone call from Xie Zhili disrupted all his plans.

"Rich! Help!" Xie Zhili yelled for help on the other end of the phone, "Hurry up!"

Cheng Jibei put the courier box in his hand under his armpit, resting his elbows on the side of the box, he was used to his roommate's fuss: "You'd better tell me a reason why I think I should come to rescue you, otherwise you will come back today You can only save yourself."

Hearing this, Xie Zhili hurriedly exaggerated his miserable situation: "I really encountered a very difficult thing! I have a hunch that this matter will not be solved, and I don't even have the mind to study for the final exam!"

"Oh," Cheng Jibei replied indifferently, "then you should make up the midterm homework owed to the geology teacher first."

"Old Zhu is temporarily unable to come due to gastroenteritis today, can you come over and help him with the opening dance?" Seeing that the roommate's increasingly cold heart could not be moved by playing emotional cards, Xie Zhili directly got to the point.

"The most difficult thing I have danced since I was a child is that the times are calling, you tell me to let me dance?" Cheng Jibei slipped on the soles of his feet in surprise, and almost threw away the express box, "You guys are doing something for your minister." Taiwan New Year's Eve party?"

"Isn't this cake a bit big and it will take a little time to push it... Just dance to divert the minister's attention first."

"But what has it to do with me?"

"Brother Bei, please, I will take care of all your meals for the next month."

"……make a deal."

So Cheng Ji, who was carrying the courier box, turned north and turned from the road back to the dormitory to the basement of the office building of the Earth Environment College.

When Cheng Jibei walked to the basement, twenty or thirty people had already gathered in the basement, and they were whispering together in small groups. The scene dressed up in a party atmosphere made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"If you have money, you can count it!" Xie Zhili saw Cheng Jibei standing there stupidly carrying a big box, and hurried up to please the roommate who was temporarily pulled in as a coolie, "It's thanks to you, otherwise our 332 How can the formation cover the cake?"

It sounds like I'm very big.Cheng Jibei put down the courier and complained in his heart.

The senior sister who was in charge of arranging the opening dance heard that Cheng Jibei was dragged to the rescue, and treated him as warmly as spring. I picked up the whole dance before, but it can be regarded as being able to draw from the beginning to the end.

The senior was very moved, and even gave Cheng Jibei one of the double Cs in the first row, asking him to lead the CALL and shout "Senior Ying Ke, you are so handsome".

Standing in the middle, Cheng Jibei felt quite beautiful to himself. He never thought that he could have such a good position in the first rescue dance. It seems that he still has a talent for dancing.

After [-]:[-] a.m., the junior in charge of tracking reported in the WeChat group that Ying Ke had been received, and all units and departments were put into a state of preparation for war.

With a "click", the door opened, and a tall figure appeared at the door.

As the music sounded, a group of junior dancers of the crash course began to dance wildly with the music, spinning, jumping, raising their hands, and changing formations... Cheng Jibei looked ahead and faced his fledgling artistic life with a serious attitude.

Occasionally, out of his corner of the eye, he would see the legendary "our minister" Ying Ke who was still standing at the door, as if admiring the dance of the crowd. From the first impression, he was indeed a good-looking young man.

While Cheng Jibei was half-distracted, the music finally came to an end. He heard the senior sister standing behind cough lightly, and immediately realized that it was time to shout the slogan.

Cheng Jibei stood at attention, posed the closing action in the middle, and shouted in the self-taught voice that many people praised: "Senior Ying Ke, how are you?" The focus of the field shifted from the door to himself.

Damn, I don't know what happened.

Especially because the breath could not keep up with the dance just after the dance, that "you are good or bad" even had a hint of coquettishness.

What I am most afraid of is the sudden silence of the air.

In the end, it was the people behind pushing the cake who broke the boundless silence, and a group of friends who knew nothing about the embarrassing live scene shouted excitedly: "Minister, are you surprised or surprised?"

Cheng Jibei saw that the corners of Ying Ke's mouth were raised obviously, and then Shou Xinggong said meaningfully: "It's quite unexpected."

Cheng Jibei's last memory about that day is Ying Ke's gaze full of meaning, and then he sneaked out of the basement with his neck curled up while everyone was sharing the cake, and he didn't even have time to get back his box of cakes on Taobao. Hard-earned second-hand books.

Later, in the second year, Ying Ke went to open a studio with others and quit the student union. Xie Zhili voluntarily transferred to the Department of Literature and Art because he wanted to pursue a certain tenor from the music school. Ying Ke's name gradually changed in Cheng Jibei's ears. He became "that very powerful senior of the Earth Ring Academy", and no one mentioned some trivial things about his life around him anymore.

It wasn't until three years later that Cheng Jibei was admitted to the school as a graduate student, and saw Ying Ke again in the lecture hall.

Ying Ke seemed to have completely forgotten the brief encounter between the two a few years ago, and casually said to a few uneasy students: "Professor Zhang is usually busy, so you can come to me first if you have any difficulties. My name is Ying Ke. Respect, what should be done, and what should be done.”

The impatient Xie Zhili jumped to his feet as early as the first time: "Minister, Minister, it's me, I thank Zhili!"

There was a faint smile in Ying Ke's gentle eyes: "I saw your name when I was looking at the pre-admission list in March. I wanted to call you to congratulate you, but I was too busy and forgot."

"Hey, it's okay, remember to cover me in the future!" Xie Zhili boldly expressed that he didn't care, and hurriedly pulled Cheng Jibei who was pretending to be dead, "Minister, this is my roommate, Cheng Jibei, people are true students Ba, you have to cover up too!"

Ying Ke's eyes fell on the slightly stiff Cheng Jibei, and he stretched out his hand almost in a second: "Junior Brother Cheng, it's the first time we meet, please give me your advice."

Cheng Jibei, who had been worried since he entered the lecture theater, was completely relieved—it seemed that only he cared about his embarrassing things.He took a long breath, put on a decent smile and held Ying Ke's hand: "Then I will trouble Brother Ying to take care of me from now on."

……

Now is another December 12th, Ying Ke has changed from "our minister" in Xie Zhili's mouth to "our boss" in Xie Zhili and Cheng Jibei's. He received a lot of care from Ying Ke.Since I knew about his birthday, why didn't I have the nerve to give him anything.

Just what to give?

Cheng Jibei watched with a headache looking at the bunch of "specially romantic and practical DIY customization for boyfriend" that popped up from searching for birthday gifts on Taobao. From hourglasses to mugs and even photo-shaped night lights, none of them fit Ying Ke's temperament. of.After much deliberation, Cheng Jibei finally decided to send a post that blocked Ying Ke's own news to ask the almighty Moments for help.

Qian Chaoduo: Ten thousand votes, what kind of gifts do you usually give to men who are more outstanding and feel like they have everything?

Within a few minutes, Cheng Jibei received a bunch of flashy replies.

Chen Jingtao: Does he lack a girlfriend?You take me to see him off!

Yu Chihao: Beizi, you actually know this kind of person, so hurry up and introduce me so that I can hug my thigh

True Love Mask: Come to my WeChat store to buy a box of volcanic mud mask and give it to him!This mask adopts the European royal court production technology, absolutely no side effects, and the relatives who have used it say that the effect is very good!

Cheng Jibei still couldn't find a feasible solution from several effective replies after blacklisting the wechat merchants who accidentally added them.

It wasn't until around dinner that he realized that there was an unread message on WeChat, and when he clicked on it, it turned out to be Ying Que Siting.

Y: Who are you going to give it to?

The author has something to say:

Teacher Cheng: Ready to sing—I will give you a CD from the past~

Teacher Ying: Listen to our love at that time.

Teacher Cheng: There was no love in the past ((‵ ′))

Teacher Ying: Be good, don't act like a baby.