Teacher, he wants to do problems on the blackboard

As Christmas approached, the speed of express delivery slowed down a lot, but Cheng Jibei's record player finally arrived before Ying Ke's birthday.

The day of delivery was December 12th. When the courier called, Cheng Jibei was in the computer room watching a group of ignorant sophomores draw rectangles and triangles with CAD. Their minds were filled with monotonous images filled with monochrome.

Glancing at Ying Ke, who was sitting upright on the stage, Cheng Jibei sneaked out of the back door to answer the phone with his waist down, and he didn't forget to warn the boys in the last row in the computer room who were not giving up on how to break through the network restrictions to not mess around.

"Hi, hello, is this Mr. Cheng Jibei? Ximen has your courier, please sign for it as soon as possible."

Cheng Jibei turned his head and glanced at the wall clock—there were still 5 minutes before the end of get out of class, so he gritted his teeth and decided to leave early to pick up the courier: "Wait a minute, I'm in the computer room, and I'll be there in a few minutes."

Fifteen minutes later, Cheng Jibei was shivering in the school gate holding a huge box.

Without gloves and even leaving his coat in the warm computer room, Cheng Jibei, walking in the cold wind, felt like a little boy selling matches, out of tune with the hurried people walking on the road.

It takes 15 minutes to go to the computer room, and only 10 minutes to go back to the dormitory. Cheng Jibei hesitated for a moment, but decided to go back to the dormitory directly, and wait until the next time he goes to the computer room to pick up his coat.

Walking tremblingly on the main road leading to the dormitory building, Cheng Jibei felt that the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated several times. When the phone vibrated, it rubbed against the base of his thigh repeatedly, so he had to walk on tiptoe to relieve the embarrassing pain sensitive.

Don't let me see any acquaintances at such a time.Cheng Jibei prayed silently in his heart.

——Have you heard of Murphy's Law?I think this should be the most terrifying metaphysics in the world.

Just as Cheng Jibei was frantically adding stealth buffs to himself, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ears: "Junior Cheng, do you need my help?" He turned his head and saw a familiar SUV driving towards him quietly. Beside him, the car window was rolled down, revealing the face of the light of a certain earth ring that he least wanted to see at the moment.

Ying Ke actually took the overcoat that Cheng Jibei left in the computer room from the back seat with great concern and said to him, "Why don't you go out without the overcoat on? If you don't pay attention, you will catch a cold easily."

Cheng Jibei, who skipped class in the teacher's class and was successfully captured on the road, suddenly felt that the record player in his hand was heavy.

"Ah... the express delivery is urgent," Cheng Jibei explained stammeringly, not knowing what he said, "Is it clearer to wear less clothes?"

Ying Ke didn't accept Cheng Jibei's words, but the joy in his eyes still revealed his true thoughts: "Where are you going? Back to the dormitory? I'll give you a ride."

It was not the first time that he had lost face in front of Ying Ke, and in addition to the fact that the freezing weather really made people suffer, Cheng Jibei cheekily opened the co-pilot's door and sat in: "Thank you, boss."

"By the way, it just so happens that Professor Zhang has something to do with me, so I sent you to the family building." Ying Ke looked forward and chatted with Cheng Jibei, "What did you buy that is so heavy? Are you going to have a party for Christmas? "

As expected of Teacher Ying with rich teaching experience, he grasped the key points at a glance.

Cheng Jibei thought about it, but decided to tell the truth: "...This is a birthday present for you."

"Zhi——" As soon as the words were finished, Ying Ke suddenly braked suddenly, and the unsuspecting Cheng Jibei almost missed hitting the car window.

"Boss, your reaction is too big..." Cheng Jibei patted his chest with his hand, and muttered in a low voice, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, after all, he was still sitting in his car.

"I'm sorry," Ying Ke turned to look at the silly student sitting on the co-pilot, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "I've been a little busy these days, and I almost forgot that my birthday is coming. I didn't expect Junior Brother Cheng to help I remember."

Since they were all discovered by the person concerned, and the courier box was so heavy, Cheng Jibei simply handed the courier box to Ying Ke: "I originally wanted to give it to you on the 27th, so I will deliver it first, and I wish the boss in advance." Happy birthday."

Ying Ke took the box firmly with one hand, and smiled a little: "What did you give? Do I want to open it on the spot?"

"It's the record player and a few car CDs that I carefully selected." Cheng Jibei's casual tone leaked a little bit of trepidation, "Music always makes happiness eternal. I hope you will be happy forever, Boss."

Cheng Jibei said that his conscience would not hurt at all when he used the original words of Ying Que Si Ting as it were... What went against his will was the so-called "carefully selected discs". The CD was randomly sent by the store as a gift for buying the record player. Cheng Jibei can only hope that the store's own taste can keep up with the price of this record player.

"Junior Brother Cheng has a heart, and I happen to be missing a few CDs in the car." Cheng Jibei heard that Ying Ke was really moved, "Why don't we listen to the sound quality of these CDs together?"

So the two of them, consciously or not, both forgot the reason why they took a ride along the way just now, and sat in the car to unpack the courier.

Out of respect for the price of the record player, the courier box was packaged carefully, and it took Cheng Jibei a full 5 minutes to open the courier.After unloading the first layer of outsourcing with brute force, Cheng Jibei finally removed three discs of CDs with the words "Car Classic Selection" on the outer shell from a pile of plastic film packages. The hard-working people After wiping off the sweat of hard work, he happily handed the CD to Ying Ke.

After Ying Ke took the CD, he randomly selected a disc and put it into the CD player, and pressed the play button smoothly.

"The boundless sky is my love, the flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills, what kind of rhythm..." The passionate music sounded suddenly in the small compartment, and Cheng Jibei shook his hand, which was originally used to help unpack the express delivery The key slipped down onto his lap.

Ying Ke's expression became a little strange: "It seems that you are very filial to your elders, Junior Brother Cheng."

"...We have to sing the best! It hurts! Come on!" Linghua was still singing passionately, while Cheng Jibei could only smile awkwardly and quietly reach out to the cut button of the CD player.

"Horseshoes! Yo! Hooves! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

"I am like a fish in your lotus pond, just to wait for the bright white moonlight with you..."

"My lady~ aha!"

After cutting four songs in a row, Cheng Jibei finally confirmed that this disc was probably the best selection of Legend of Phoenix's ten-year masterpiece. He withdrew his hand and cautiously suggested: "...how about we change it?"

Ying Ke smiled and handed over the other two CDs: "Junior Brother Cheng, you choose."

Cheng Jibei has never regretted his talkativeness as much as he does now, so he can only bite the bullet and take the CD, close his eyes and choose one of the two to replace Phoenix Legend...

The so-called practice is the only way to test the truth. Cheng Jibei finally determined the contents of these three CDs through diligent practice. □□ Featured live version.

Silently stuffing the first two albums back into the plastic film, Cheng Jibei put Xintianyou on the table: "...is this the essence of Chinese classical music?" The excuse was so bad that he didn't have the guts to say it a second time.

Ying Ke didn't care, and reached out and took out the two CDs that Cheng Jibei had forced back into the courier box, and put them on the CD player together with the one on the table: "It's pretty good. It is not easy to drive tired when listening to these."

"By the way, Junior Brother Cheng," Ying Ke seemed to think of something, with a warm smile in his tone, "It's rare that you also like classical music. It just so happens that I have two concert tickets here, why don't we go and listen together?" Bar."

I'm not, I didn't, the store hurt me.Cheng Jibei wanted to cry, but he pretended to be so shameless that he had to pretend, so he had to pretend to be ecstatic and replied excitedly: "Okay, it's really nice to go to the concert with the boss." Very good!"

After Cheng Jibei got off the car, Ying Ke rolled down the window and called him to stop him: "Next Tuesday at six o'clock in the evening, I'll wait for you here."

Cheng Jibei responded with a psychological shadow, and looked back to see those familiar good boyfriends from downstairs in the dormitory, the Front Alliance brothers, looking at him with inscrutable faces.

"Brother, you have to take the initiative to be a human being." The art man still came up to him and patted Cheng Jibei's shoulder, and persuaded him earnestly, "Tomorrow is Christmas, don't leave your regrets for tomorrow."

Cheng Jibei shook his head blankly: "I have no regrets."

The artistic man looked at Cheng Jibei with a little sympathy in his eyes: "You are not really happy, your smile is just the protective color you wear." Several people came over in turn to pat Cheng Jibei, and squatted down full of sympathy Back under the big tree.

Cheng Jibei, who didn't say anything but was read and understood a novel, had no choice but to turn sideways, pretending not to see those meaningful gazes, lowered his head and hurried back to the dormitory.

Xie Zhili had left a message to himself on WeChat saying that he would not go back to bed tonight, and planned to play World of Warcraft all night with his new acquaintance to celebrate Christmas. Cheng Jibei wandered around the empty dormitory, and finally returned I sat down at the table and resigned to my fate, opened WeChat and yelled at a group of people to open black.

Qian Chaoduo: Super sharp mid laner 1=4, let us gather in Summoner's Canyon and spend this unforgettable Christmas Eve together.

It is expected that all the friends in this circle of friends have betrayed the organization one after another, and it took 15 minutes for a lonely comment to express their distress for Cheng Jibei's Christmas Eve arrangements.

My girlfriend is the cutest in the world: My God, Cheng Jibei, why are you still playing games on Christmas Eve?

I play games on Christmas Eve and eat your spicy rice ((‵ ′))?Cheng Jibei angrily closed Moments, and decided to seek comfort with cute little fans on Weibo.

@墨色直播-向北师V: In order to celebrate Christmas Eve tonight, why don’t I change the live broadcast time to today and talk about the Nordic part of world geography?

Shaking M students who love to study will be very happy, Cheng Jibei rubbed his hands expectantly.

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