After being scumbag by my ex, I fell in love with his nemesis

Just halfway through the morning class, most of the people in the class have fallen down.

Lu Xingzhou asked with a pair of sleepy eyes that even single-player games couldn't save, "Xiao Gu, tell me the truth, what did you do last night? It was agreed to play basketball, but you gave me a break in the middle, and it was agreed to go back to the dormitory. , the result! I have been waiting for you all night, do you know?"

"Don't trust him." Zhou Yu said, "He was watching the live broadcast when he got back yesterday, and he fell asleep before twelve o'clock."

Lu Xingzhou clicked his tongue, and slapped the book into Zhou Yu's hands, "You pig teammate! You can't see what I'm saying!"

Zhou Yu chuckled, "With your skills, do you still want to talk?"

"Can't you!" Lu Xingzhou's consciousness gradually became clear, "Say it! Xiao Gu! You see, your status has changed from father to Xiao Gu! You still haven't told the truth to the organization?"

Gu Cixin leaned back on the chair, raised his eyelids, and said calmly: "Just now, Lao Shen asked me to go to the office, about the simulation contest."

"Well, what's the matter?" The school has this kind of competition every year, and there are so many tricks, but it has nothing to do with Lu Xingzhou. He blinked his eyes, obviously not understanding why the topic suddenly changed to this.

"I told him I'm not going." Gu Cixin closed the book and looked at him, "So I recommended you to him."

Lu Xingzhou's expression froze instantly.

Two seconds later, someone in the sleepy classroom suddenly yelled, "Gu Cixin! You cheated me!!! I rely on me to care about you. What did I do wrong?! I just passed a digital logic People, you want me to work on simulators?!"

Zhou Yu wrapped his arms around his waist and pushed him back to his seat, "It's still too late to study hard now, and besides, didn't your mother tell you to study hard? Wouldn't it be better to go back with a big prize?"

"It's too late!!!" Lu Xingzhou wanted to cry, "Oh my god! I'm going to die, I'm going to take off my school pants this time! You've let me down so much."

Gu Cixin turned a deaf ear to it, he swiped his phone and saw a circle of friends.

[Two tickets for the Aviation Pavilion are available, and Professor T will come to give guidance on the spot. Friends who like to explore the mysteries of the universe should not miss it! 】

There are quite a lot of comments below, it seems that there are many people who want to go, Lu Xingzhou is still crying at the side, Gu Cixin knocked on his desk, "I will help you with the simulator."

Lu Xingzhou: "??? What do you want to do to me?"

"I'll keep those two QAC season tickets for you."

The School of Computer Science and the Department of Art had to cross districts. Gu Cixin found a bicycle and stepped on it after class. When he reached the door of the classroom, he paused.

Jiang Ran should have just arrived. He put his backpack on the seat on the right, then took out a picture book and put it on the left side. I don't know what he thought of. He hesitated to pick up the picture book and put it down again and again. .

Gu Cixin looked at him, and suddenly remembered that during the chat last night, the "typing" on the dialog box was repeated for a long time, and no new message came in.

He smiled and went in with his backpack.

"Is there a place for me?" Gu Cixin asked with a smile as he saw Jiang Ran's new movements.

"Well." Jiang Ran pursed her lower lip, and said again: "No, generally no one sits here."

Gu Cixin said meaningfully, and after sitting down, he took out a small bottle of Yakult from his pocket, "There is no breakfast today, here is this for you."

Thinking of yesterday's omelette, Jiang Ran was still a little uncomfortable, he frowned, "No, I've eaten it, thank you."

"Well, fine." Gu Cixin looked at him, "Can you lend me a pen? I forgot to bring it."

Just as Jiang Ran was about to agree, Yakult suddenly rolled beside his book, Gu Cixin chuckled, "This is for you, thank you instead."

"..." Hearing what he said, Jiang Ran's thanks rolled in his throat and returned to his stomach.

Although the weather is not yet very cold, the classroom has already started heating. As soon as the class bell rang, the Omega in the back row was half down. In the warm classroom, the tireless voice of the teacher became a beautiful lullaby.

Today's art history teacher is a young female teacher who treats students very Buddhistly. She neither rolls names nor asks questions. The skipping rate is as high as 60.00%. Even if there are only ten students in the classroom, she can still give the lecture without being affected. over.

Jiang Ran looked at Gu Cixin while flipping through the book, and he was holding a mobile phone.

He carefully studied Gu Cixin's class schedule yesterday. It was very full and there were many classes. Except from Monday to Friday, there were occasional classes on weekend evenings, but in Jiang Ran's impression, it seemed that he was not in every class. I saw Gu Cixin in the school, but the other party didn't seem to have bad grades because of absenteeism. On the contrary, in the class, their grades were almost the same.

Jiang Ran dare not say that he has talent in painting, but Gu Cixin must have it.

Gu Cixin had a private chat with the ticket issuer in the group. The other party was probably an Omega, and he liked to use kaomoji when talking.

Gu Cixin's WeChat is not a secret at all in school. After all, there are such things as classes and groups. Although there are not many Omega in the computer, the communication ability is indeed super strong.

Therefore, unless he took the initiative to add people, otherwise, the general verification news would not be read.

[Gu: I have checked the fare, plus 200 for one speech, I want both, including your transfer, I will give you double]

[Jiang Jiang (*^▽^*): A god who doesn't need it!We are all classmates, so it is not easy to take advantage of it! (#^.^#)]

【Jiangjiang (*^▽^*): I was going, but I have something to do this week, so I can only bear the pain...┭┮﹏┭┮】

[Gu: Well, then I'll transfer the money. 】

[Jiangjiang (*^▽^*): Hey!Don't!Really no need!This ticket is not expensive at all. If you like the male god, I will give it to you. Anyway, we are all friends! 】

Just as Gu Cixin was about to type, the other party sent another message.

[Jiang Jiang (*^▽^*): Goddess!Can we add a friend!It’s so good to chat like this QAQ]

Gu Cixin frowned and replied.

[Gu: I see that your circle of friends said that you like Ring. I have QAC season tickets here. Next week, the game or transfer, you can choose one. 】

[Gu: Also, if I don’t add friends, I’m afraid that the person I like will misunderstand. 】

After confirming the ticket, Gu Cixin put down his mobile phone to look at the people around him. The small bottle of Yakult on the table had already been drunk, and Jiang Ran was listening to the class seriously.

Thinking of Jiang Ran's panicked look in class yesterday, Gu Cixin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He tore a piece of paper from the label, wrote a few words, and was about to throw it away when he thought about it. Ball, thrown into the pocket.

Teacher Jiang is a good student, so don't disturb him.

After the get out of class bell rang, Jiang Ran got up first and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he found that Gu Cixin was collecting water in the boiling water room next to him. He took a look and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

What Gu Cixin took was his cup.

"What are you doing standing here? Isn't it cold?"

After hearing Gu Cixin's voice, Jiang Ran quickly came back to his senses. The school's cleaners had just been cleaned, and the ground was still a little damp. The east-west windows were open, and occasionally the wind blew through.

"How do you...?"

"What?" Gu Cixin stuffed the water glass into his hand naturally, "Go back to the classroom, it's too cold here."

Saying thank you seems too pretentious, don't say it... Jiang Ran frowned, and just about to speak, an Omega in the same class suddenly said to alpha, "Thank you husband for helping me fetch water."

Jiang Ran froze for a moment, and quickly closed his mouth.

But silence is not a problem, he thought for a while, and raised the question from last night.

"Why did you come to the art department in the first place?"

In fact, he really just picked up a topic at random. After all, this question is so easy to answer, because he likes it, because he loves it, and because life needs art. He just doesn't want the surroundings to be too quiet. For some reason, the quieter Jiang Ran feels, the more Strange, it seems that he has actually known the people around him for many years, so he is so familiar that he doesn't even need to talk.

But they are clearly not familiar with each other, and they are occasionally embarrassed.Yu Xidu +.

He waited for a while, but did not get an answer. When he looked up, Gu Cixin suddenly said, "Do you really want to know?"

Jiang Ran was stunned.

He felt that Gu Cixin was very serious at this moment, as if there was a deep meaning behind this question for him, and he could not be easily perfunctory. He was about to nod because of this expression, when the history teacher suddenly called his name .

"Professor Zhou asked me to bring it to you. I have read your painting periodical. It is great. The teacher in the office has one copy. These two are for you two."

So the topic just now was put aside for the time being.

Gu Cixin was the first to open the journal. He flipped through it casually, and happened to see the group of paintings by Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran's paintings are not uncommon in the school. There is a glass painting exhibition on the first floor of the art department, which displays excellent paintings by college students. One of his characteristics is his multi-style, but this should be the first time for abstract paintings.

Pure, bright, irregular but full of humanity, simple color block blending into a new individual.

"It's quite different from your previous paintings."

Jiang Ran was looking at the catalog, and when he heard him speak, he raised his head, "What?"

"Your painting is very unexpected. It is not at all what I thought."

Jiang Ran didn't hear the amazement in his tone, and said bluntly: "You too, people have many faces. Some people say that a painting shows a person's heart, and there will naturally be a side that no one has seen before."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, "It's just like I used to, I never thought that you would cook and eat by yourself in the dormitory. Actually, this is quite interesting."

Gu Cixin narrowed his eyes, and his voice was suddenly a little fuzzy, "...Really?"

It was just a small talk, but Jiang Ran felt that the atmosphere was subtle. Some kind of interpersonal relationship theory hidden in his mind told him that this topic should not be continued, so he pursed his lower lip and turned to Gu Cixin's paintings according to the catalogue. .

The column with the same name as him has a total of five paintings, the first four are natural scenery, shrubs and houses amid overlapping light and shadow, and the last one is a little boy sitting in the bushes, whose name is childhood.

The overall light of the painting is dark, it should be in the evening, the little boy's curly hair is blown messily, the bushes around him are also tilted at an angle, the overall atmosphere is lonely and soft.

Jiang Ran straightened her body and looked at it from a distance. She always felt that the so-called theme and content were no longer important. It could be a forgotten childhood, or it could be waiting in a special sense.

Art resonates with people.

At least, he could see the emotional fragility, sensitivity and delicacy of the painter. With such a mentality, Jiang Ran asked, "Is this the childhood you forgot?"

Gu Cixin glanced over and landed on the bushes, "No."

Jiang Ran: "?"

Just as he was about to ask a question, Gu Cixin answered first.

"This is me." Gu Cixin looked at him, with a calm expression but a cautious expression, "I am the one who was forgotten, when I was a child."