[You who came from the stars] Bright Light Star

In the Academic Affairs Office, many teachers were already processing the test papers. I knocked on the door and walked in. There was a young teacher in front of me. He was holding a package of test papers and looking at the test papers on the kraft paper tape. The information does not seem to signify.

"Why is the time of this exam arranged like this?" He picked up another pack of exam papers, and also stared at the time and place on the envelope.

Generally, when professors come to confirm the examination papers, they just go through a formality, sign the paper package, and then they can leave after seeing the paper package is sealed.

After reading the test information, the young teacher opened the kraft paper again, pulled out a small dozen of papers, put down the remaining half of the papers, looked back and found that I was waiting for him, and said, "This teacher, You sign first, I'll take a look at the paper."

Saying that, let me go ahead, what a strange guy.I walked past him to the administrators and said the subjects and grades I taught.

There are more people in the academic affairs office now, everyone is busy with the things in hand, and has no time to care about what others are doing. I quietly waited for the administrator to find the test papers, and glanced at the behavior behind me through the corner of the mirror. Weird teacher.

Everything that happens suddenly is bound to be weird.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, he naturally put one of the test papers into his bag. There was no panic on his face. I could even feel that he didn't even have a trace of disordered breathing. Everything he did was so smooth and casual. .

I sneered in my heart, such a person can actually teach in school, it is really misleading.

But I didn't expose him, it's not my obligation, who he wants to help with this test paper has nothing to do with me.

I took the exam paper that the administrator found, signed my name directly on it, and watched him seal the envelope with a seal.

When leaving, the man also handed back the signed test paper to the administrator.

"I'm wasting your time. The paper is fine. It's the first time I've done this kind of thing. I've already signed it. What else do I need to do..."

The words "Jang Keun Suk" on the cover are written in a sharp style, exuding the same arrogance as that man.

After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, in order to avoid the chaotic signing event, I took a small path. There were not many students in the school on weekends, and today they were all attracted by the signing event, so I hardly met anyone along the way.

Just as I was about to walk out of the school, the originally noisy voices behind me suddenly became excited and excited. That kind of chaos mixed with screams was definitely not what an ordinary signing party should have.

I stopped where I was and listened carefully, "Qian Songyi is still in school." "Look around quickly, she left the stage." "It seems that I saw her assistant over there just now." "Look quickly, Look for it quickly, the opportunity is rare." "Or if you find it, can you hug her and take a photo with her?"

That woman is really a troublesome attractor, and such a thing can happen at a signing party, is it just a display to invite so many security personnel!

Because of those useless "furnishings", when I found her, she was alone.She hurriedly descended the stairs, and the panic on her face made it easy to see that she was walking around.

I stood there, waiting for her to come down, then grabbed her and covered her mouth to prevent her from attracting those students.

It must have been running for a long time, plus she was nervous, her hands were stiff and cold. Although I covered her mouth, the panic in her eyes was nakedly exposed.

"It's me, don't make a sound, follow me."

After seeing my face clearly, she obediently walked away with me without making a sound. I really don't know whether to be thankful or worried about her character of trusting others unconditionally.

The place where I met her was very close to the school museum, and since it was almost closing time, I took her into the museum through the back door.

She followed me quietly all the way, until I was about to reach the innermost exhibition hall, I suddenly felt the resistance in my hands, and she stood stubbornly where she was, and stopped.

I looked back at her, and she looked over the edge of the wall and stopped at an exhibit in the middle of the exhibition hall, with obvious, special emotions in her eyes.

Do you know that hairpin?Why stare at it?Why is there such obvious emotion in the eyes?

Just when I couldn't wait to confirm with her, she directly changed the topic, and the emotions in her eyes were swept away, as if the emotions that were vented last moment were just my illusion.

"What were you looking at just now?" I finally couldn't help asking her, but she obviously didn't want to show any emotion, or was she really distracted just now?

Unable to determine how I feel, and unwilling to force her to admit anything, I let go of her gradually warming hand and let her go.

When I got home at night, I was sitting in the study, with the diary open in a daze, holding the pen in my hand, without missing a single word.

The people who moved next door had already left work, and after the noise disappeared, what was left behind was a thought-provoking tranquility.

In the end, I still chose to use my ability, came to this home that had not been visited by the owner, followed the rules to find the lights in the room, and the dark room suddenly became bright.

The taste belonging to the hostess of this house is shown in the colorful designer decorations here, which really fit the character of that woman.

The interior layout of 2301 is basically the same as that of my house. Walk through the living room still covered with a plastic dust cover, which is the bedroom, find the light at the door, press it to walk in, there is a huge photo in the room, and someone actually used his own The photos fill the entire wall, and the narcissism is dead.

I stood in front of the photo and looked at the woman in the two-dimensional picture. I have to say that I felt a special feeling when I first saw it. Now it seems that this feeling is a sense of similarity. As he grew older, he changed from pure to charming, but he could still tell at a glance that it was the same person.

Just watching quietly like this, the night seems to be very deep.

Monday is the school's exam week. My courses are divided into two days, Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday is the exam for the students of the School of Psychology, and Thursday is the exam for students of other colleges.

Because each exam must be invigilated by more than 2 teachers, and the number of teachers in the university is very limited, so from Monday, my invigilation work has been very full.

I went to the school to see today's invigilation arrangements, and I came to the classroom on time at 8:40 to participate in the pre-test organization.Walking into the classroom, many students are already waiting for the exam in their seats.

Seeing me entering the room, the teaching assistant who was writing the notes for the exam on the blackboard smiled kindly, nodded and said hello to me, "Good morning, professor, the papers are on the table, you can start typing."

I checked the information on the envelope and found that Yuanjia Road is narrow, and the exam was actually the class of the professor who stole the exam paper that day—biological science.

Recently, I am really prone to encounter "nosy things". When I open the paper after a while, I find that the number of copies is wrong, which is another trouble.

I put down the paper and opened it in no hurry. There was also an invigilator who watched the paper open together, so it would be easier to explain.

After the teaching assistant finished writing the notes, I didn't mean to open the test paper, "Professor, don't you want to open it?"

"Wait a while, there is another invigilator." The teaching assistant showed a clear expression, and I waited quietly with me.

Five minutes before the exam, the teaching assistant had already begun to announce the exam rules in the classroom and asked the students to put away things that were not related to the exam. Another invigilator finally arrived late.

Seeing him appearing at the door of the classroom, I felt very speechless. He walked in, nodded with me, very naturally picked up the paper bag on the podium, opened the seal of the test paper, and pulled out the paper inside without counting. direct development.

"This teacher, should I count the number of papers first?" I stood behind him and reminded him, he turned his head to look at me in surprise, as if I said another very unreliable thing.

"Besides, I heard that the school has a rule that teachers cannot invigilate students of their major. Are you the classroom for this course?"

My voice is not loud, basically only the two of us can understand it clearly. He turned around and looked at me, examining it carefully.

"First, I planned to count the papers just now, and second, the invigilator is the Academic Affairs Office." He said, and directly handed me the test papers that he had planned to hand out, "Now, please ask the professor to count them. , Are there any mistakes in the test paper?"

He and I looked at each other, the preparatory bell for the exam had already rang, and if we delayed with him, the exam time would be delayed. I started counting the papers in front of him.

There are 50 copies in total, and the number is consistent. I looked up at him, and he smiled provocatively, took the paper from my hand, and started to distribute it.

The exam lasted 120 minutes. He only showed up in the exam room for less than 30 minutes. He left the exam room 15 minutes after the start of the exam and came back 15 minutes before the end.

I was really too lazy to argue with a cynical guy like him. I waited for the assistant to collect all the test papers, watched her seal them, and left directly. It seems that he didn't take away the papers from this student.

Jang Keun Suk, you'd better hope that the exam where you took the exam papers away was not proctoring with me, and I'll see if you can still laugh like this.