[Tomb Raiders Notes] Otaku Strange Records

Can't find anyone. "Xie Ziyang sat next to Wu Xie. His purpose in going to the library was not to review the subjects for the exam, but to find books related to his department. Although there was no exam for one of their subjects, it had to be done during the week of the midterm exam. Hand over a report, or he won't be bothered to get to the library.

"Fuck, I just wanted to ask if you were out of your mind, and you actually came to the library. It's going to rain red tomorrow?" Wu Xie looked at Xie Ziyang and clicked his tongue a few times before looking down at the books on the table. After just reading a few words, I started to feel annoyed, and even the notebook next to me was blank.In addition to the specialized subjects of the department, first-year freshmen also have to take some basic subjects, such as Chinese, English and history.

For Wu Xie, he is quite good at Chinese and history. Although he is studying architecture and his father is still engaged in civil engineering, his grandmother used to be a lady from a wealthy family, and the story books Wu Xie read since childhood were not others What foreigners often hear are fairy tales, but ancient Chinese legends one after another. He listened to it and became interested. Many notebook novels from the Ming and Qing Dynasties have been found by his grandmother for children to read. I read all the versions of the book once, and when I was in middle school, Wu Xie simply took the original novel and read it. To the extent of memorization, but for a few interested emperors and stories, it is not impossible for him to tell a few paragraphs.

Good Chinese and good history mean that he is patriotic, so his English has only one word to describe it, bad.

So, right now, there is an English-Chinese dictionary in front of him, which can cause concussions if you smash someone with it. There are also white and clean textbooks and almost clean notebooks spread out on the table.Up to now, the English class has taught three texts, and now he has not read even one, and he is almost desperate for the results of the midterm exam.

"If it wasn't for giving a report as homework, who would want to come here?" Xie Ziyang snorted, pulled a chair and sat next to Wu Xie, "and the dormitory is like that, who can read the book? I think you can't stay in the dormitory too Did you just come here?" Thinking about the exam next week, he still has a report to write, but the fat man is still watching those cartoons all day long and makes a lot of noise, and the sound of Zhang Qiling typing on the keyboard next to him is really annoying, what's more in vain Whether it's the black glasses who are painting and humming, or Pan Zi who is lying on the bed once and twice doing pull-ups and counting.

Wu Xie twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.He really couldn't stay in the dormitory, but the reason was not that simple.

But looking back, the other people in their dormitory really didn't have the slightest tension before the exam, but he didn't understand how the exams in other departments were handled. For art subjects, I'm not sure they are just preparing for their own exams. Maybe the midterm exam for the black glasses is to draw character sketches on the spot or hand in a comic, and Pan Zi is to run 1 meters or measure for [-] minute It doesn't matter how many push-ups you can do.

After Xie Ziyang sat down, he glanced at Wu Xie's blank textbooks and notebooks before snatching his book and flipping through a few pages.

"Why don't you read your own book and grab my textbook? Want me to find you if I fail the exam?" Wu Xie clicked his tongue and was about to snatch the textbook back.

"Wu Xie, which teacher did your English class take?" Xie Ziyang was looking at the cover of Wu Xie's English textbook.

"That Jude exam from the Department of Foreign Languages, why are you asking this?" Taking back his textbook, Wu Xie flipped back to the content of the first lesson. It was wrong to say that it was blank, and there were some ugly graffiti that belonged to Wu Xie. Doodling in class.

"I use the same English textbook as you, and it was also passed by Jude." Xie Ziyang grabbed an identical textbook from his bag, "I have almost read English, so I can lend you my textbook. If you don’t look at your textbooks for nothing, it will make people worry about whether you will pass the exam. I heard that he has high requirements for exam results. You should know that two exams account for [-]% of the semester grade.”

"Damn! You are a good fucking person!" Wu Xie's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile. He took the textbook handed over by Xie Ziyang and flipped through a few pages, "But don't you have to take the exam next week? Copy the notes and return them to you! If you blame me for failing the exam, I won’t be able to compensate your score.” Wu Xie smiled at Xie Ziyang.

Xie Ziyang was taken aback, and turned his head to say that anyway, he has been good at English since middle school, and the content of this textbook is only at the high school level, and it will be fine after a few glances before the exam...

"You kid, you're so proud!" Wu Xie patted Xie Ziyang's back forcefully, and with a "snap", Xie Ziyang was a little unsteady and almost fell onto the table.

"I, I'm going back to the dormitory first." Suddenly Xie Ziyang stood up, grabbed the book and was about to leave.

"Don't you think the bedroom is noisy?" Wu Xie looked at him puzzled.

"Oh, that, I forgot something... yes! I have to go back and type up my notes into a report! I'm leaving first." After speaking, Xie Ziyang left in a hurry.

Xie Ziyang's appearance before he left was a bit inexplicable, but Wu Xie didn't think too much about it. He pulled his attention back, opened Xie Ziyang's English textbook, looked at the neat and neat notes on it, and started his great task of transcribing.

As he was writing, Wu Xie didn't notice that someone was sitting across from him with a book, and the other party was just reading the book in his hand quietly, until Wu Xie copied the notes for the whole lesson and felt his hands were sore, His neck was sore, and when he was about to rest for a while and raised his head, he noticed that Zhang Qiling appeared out of nowhere and sat opposite him again.

His heartbeat seemed to miss a beat suddenly, and he was guilty of being caught on the spot after doing something wrong, Wu Xie blinked, and looked down at his textbooks, notes, dictionary and It doesn't take a few seconds to clean up the stationery, and it doesn't seem easy to sneak away.

The point is, Zhang Qiling is looking at him now.

It's okay, it's okay, it's impossible for Zhang Qiling to do nasty things to him like the novel on the desk with black glasses——Wu Xie lowered her head a little artificially, pretending that she didn't meet Zhang Qiling's eyes just now, while thinking in her heart He told himself this over and over again, but he just couldn't stop himself from thinking about the embarrassing content in that novel——I said, why is this boring oil bottle staring at me? Could it be that I have lunch on my face? Rice grains?I rely on!There are really rice grains, why didn't that guy Xie Ziyang remind me just now?

Now Wu Xie can only describe himself as a mess in his heart, a mess in his head, but he can only force himself to be calm, as if nothing happened.There is no way for the situation to continue to be so embarrassing. If someone notices something wrong with him and asks the reason, Wu Xie will definitely not have the courage to tell the truth.He couldn't let people know that he didn't stay in the dormitory to read recently because he wanted to hide from Zhang Qiling, and the reason for hiding from Zhang Qiling was because of the novel about him doing that kind of thing with Zhang Qiling written by someone on the desk with black glasses.

correct!To get to the bottom of it, why does Black Glasses have that kind of novel?Wu Xie seemed to have finally caught a driftwood that appeared out of thin air in the boundless sea of ​​consciousness.There is still a word on it asking Black Glasses to make storyboards of those novels, and what are they doing as comics?

Suddenly there was another excitement in his mind, and Wu Xie shouted in his heart that something was wrong. The novel alone made him dare not even look at Zhang Qiling's face. If he really drew such content into a cartoon... Wu Xie took a deep breath, and his heart Do you still want to live?

Zhang Qiling, who was sitting across from Wu Xie, didn't know what Wu Xie was thinking. He only knew that in less than a minute, Wu Xie's expression was surprised, troubled, red and white, and now it was a look of realizing that the sky was falling. When he got down, no one helped him to bear his painful expression, and he wondered how someone's face could make so many changes in an instant.

But he is not an idiot, he knows that Wu Xie has been deliberately avoiding himself these days.

"Wu Xie."

"What, what are you doing?" Wu Xie almost jumped up from his chair, and he spoke so loudly that people around him rolled their eyes. Then he apologized to others in a low voice, and then continued to look at Zhang Qiling in embarrassment. Secretly slandering the other party for scaring him into doing something, causing him to be embarrassed.

And Zhang Qiling just stretched out his hand, pointing to the textbook spread out in front of Wu Xie.

Wu Xie subconsciously followed the direction Zhang Qiling was pointing at, only to see that his textbook had been drawn circle after circle of meaningless lines by the blue pen in his hand, not to mention that he just copied it. Even the original printed words in the textbook are invisible.

"Damn it..." Wu Xie cursed in a low voice, thinking that it was a good chance not to draw it in Xie Ziyang's textbook, or else he would have nothing to pay back, "Damn it, I have to print Xie Ziyang's textbook now... Wu Xie frowned, looked at his textbook and sighed.

Zhang Qiling looked like a normal person again, lowering his head and slowly reading the book in his hand.

That's why Wu Xie was a little curious. Although I haven't known Zhang Qiling for too long, judging from his usual performance, it's hard to imagine that he would come to a place like the library and read books!

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Wu Xie asked, reaching out his hand to grab the book in front of Zhang Qiling and looking it up, he found that it was a book related to modern history, "Preparing for the exam next week?" He asked asked with a smile.

Zhang Qiling silently nodded.

Then, Wu Xie had the urge to laugh for no reason. He wondered what he was doing by hiding like an enemy a few days ago?His mother's article was not written by Zhang Qiling, if you really want to talk about it, Zhang Qiling is also a victim