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The large library of A occupies a very large area. The exterior of the five-story mirror high-rise building looks like an open book, surrounded by a neat gardening area in the center.

Zhong Xincheng followed Yan Shu to the fourth floor and opened an independent study room.

The windows are bright and clean, swivel chairs are placed neatly outside the large conference round table, the sun shines on the ground from outside the window, and the green radish on the window sill is shining brightly.Yan Shu put the bag on the shelf at the door, and said to Zhong Xincheng, "Let's find the information you want."

The library is very large, with a huge collection of books on humanities and social sciences. Zhong Xincheng and Yan Shu wandered among the rows of bookshelves, quietly shuttled by the index book numbers.Zhong Xincheng was not very good at picking useful documents, so he took out the ones that looked decent, and finally piled all the documents into Yan Shu's hands.

The tall and long-legged man tilted his head and leaned against the bookshelf, holding a thick stack of books, looking at Zhong Xincheng who was standing aside.

Children who have just entered university have no experience in writing practical reports. They are dazzled by a large row of books and can't figure out why. Every book seems to make sense.Like a distressed child standing on a variety of shelves holding banknotes, hesitating what to buy.

Yan Shu really wanted to rescue Zhong Xincheng who was trapped in the ocean of knowledge, but finally stopped the car.

There are some things that others can't say, and you have to do it yourself, suffer losses, and become familiar with it before you can count it as having experienced it.

Experience is, ability is, love is also.

But he is standing here now to save Zhong Xincheng from detours.

After finally picking out the books, Zhong Xincheng returned to the self-study room and sat down, and heard Yan Shu say: "Is there a unified practice report template for the school?"

"Yes." Zhong Xincheng turned on the computer, pulled out the unified template of the teaching management system, and opened it for Yan Shu to see.

"His practical report attaches great importance to the application of the knowledge points of the management department. It is not just a list, but the best way is to analyze it with cases and theories." Yan Shu pointed to the textbook Zhong Xincheng brought, "He doesn't care about the gorgeous writing. Just make it logical."

His knuckles tapped lightly on the crimson cover, a bit like a street gangster knocking on the glass on the cigarette cabinet in the canteen, presumptuous and seductive.

"En." Zhong Xincheng seemed to understand, he opened the book, hugged all the trophies he just seized from the library to his side, and began to do homework along the line of thought given by Yan Shu.

The two were relatively silent, only the sound of crackling keyboards echoed in the silent space.

An hour later, someone pushed open the door of the study room.

The lady's high heels failed to make a crisp landing sound when they stepped on the tiled floor. The visitor skillfully restrained the sound of footsteps, and even the movement of the door closing did not attract attention.Before Zhong Xincheng could look up, he heard the man say, "Director Wu's calls have already reached me, and they asked where you have been."

Zhong Xincheng blinked and saw Yang Ya standing next to Yan Shu, with exquisite makeup and elegant clothes, as if she had just returned from a large social party, exuding an aura of wealth all over her body.She raised her phone and looked at Yan Shu dissatisfied.

"What did you say?" Yan Shu leaned his neck on the back of the chair, spread the tablet in his hand, and asked.

"I said you went on a blind date all over the city." Yang Ya frowned, talking nonsense.

Zhong Xincheng buried himself behind the computer screen, for some reason, he always felt that when Yang Ya said this, Yan Shu glanced at him.

The plain but inexplicably complicated eyes look like blue clouds drifting away, or rivers rushing.

"Blind dates are not suitable for me, I prefer squatting." Yan Shu said.

"Call Director Wu, they are planning to put up a missing person notice and call the police." Yang Ya pointed to the door and said.

Yan Shu took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a series of missed calls, probably because he accidentally pressed the mute button during the report, so he didn't see it.

Yan Shu went out, only Yang Ya and Zhong Xincheng were left in the study room.

"Xincheng, where are you studying?" Yang Ya looked at Yan Shu's back for a long time, she pulled out a chair and sat beside Zhong Xincheng, asked politely without looking at Zhong Xincheng's screen.

"Well, I'm writing a practice report." Zhong Xincheng replied.

I saw Yang Ya fiddling with the embossed mobile phone case, her slender fingers slowly and rhythmically brushing the pattern of attracting wealth and wealth.She stared at Yan Shu's tablet across the table thoughtfully, and then looked at Zhong Xincheng with a smile.

The look was a bit inexplicable, and Zhong Xincheng was confused.

"You guys... did you make an appointment for self-study?" Yang Ya leaned on her chin, her raised eyeliner elongated her eyes against the smudged eye shadow, inexplicably looking a little probing and aggressive.

"En." Zhong Xincheng nodded calmly.

"It's very rare, he will make appointments." Yang Ya squinted and smiled, she pointed to the door, and whispered: "In the past, some of our ministers made appointments for self-study, and he was either not free or sleeping, and he couldn't see him every day. "

Zhong Xincheng glanced outside, and vaguely saw a figure around the corner, maybe Yan Shu was on the phone.

"Is it because there are too many classes?" He was looking for reasons for Yan Shu.

"Perhaps." Yang Ya said softly, she saw Zhong Xincheng sitting in an extremely upright posture, with a somewhat indifferent expression on his face, but his eyes stayed on the speaker.When thinking, he subconsciously purses his lips, just like just now.

"How does Xincheng feel about the office?" Yang Ya changed the topic.

"The atmosphere is harmonious, the brothers and sisters are very gentle, the work is sometimes complicated but you can do it... nothing wrong with it." Zhong Xincheng said the most pertinent words, unexpectedly seeing Yang Ya's surprised expression.

"Haven't you been beaten by Yan Shu this year?"

"Why did you have to be beaten?" Zhong Xincheng blinked, and suddenly thought of what Liang Tingting said earlier about Yan Shu scolding the girls in the ministry.

"Oh, it seems that when you get old, your temper will be a lot milder." Yang Ya laughed out loud, "He was a bully in the school back then, and he could quarrel with the branch manager for a long time because of the uneven distribution of booth seats."

Zhong Xincheng raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Yan Shu to be so hot-tempered.

After all, now it seems...everything is fine except for always being cute and shameless.

But with such a strong personality, it is estimated that he will suffer a lot of beatings when he enters the society, right?

When Zhong Xincheng thought that Yan Shu was going to nod and bow to Party A, his heart became inexplicably blocked.

"Has senior brother always been like this?" Zhong Xincheng asked.

"It doesn't count, he's just too strict with his work, he can't tolerate any sand; but sometimes he will be lazy with everyone. Strictly ignore him..." Yang Ya wanted to continue talking, but the door behind her was pushed open.

The protagonist leaned against the door frame, raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Ya with great interest, and sighed: "What kind of ecstasy soup are you pouring for my junior brother?"

"This isn't my junior brother?" Yang Ya turned around and scolded with a smile, she stood up and looked at Yan Shu's off-screen phone, "So fast?"

"A matter of two sentences." Yan Shu stepped past Yang Ya, stood still in front of Zhong Xincheng, lowered his head and said apologetically, "I can't accompany you for lunch, I'm going to meet my mentor."

He spoke in detail, and reported the itinerary easily, which made Zhong Xincheng stunned.

"Well, I'll just go to the cafeteria." Zhong Xincheng raised his head and said.

The main reason is that he himself didn't think about having lunch with Yan Shu, so why was his itinerary somehow taken over?

Yan Shu and Yang Ya left, Zhong Xincheng slumped in a chair alone, staring at the computer in a daze.

In the evening, there is a regular meeting in the office of the Student Union.

When Zhong Xincheng arrived at the office, Yan Shu hadn't appeared yet.

Liang Tingting and other sophomore ministers stood aside to discuss things, and the room was chaotic and noisy.As soon as Zhong Xincheng stepped through the door, he was greeted by Liang Liang. He was wearing a cap with a steel cable top, and the graffiti on the black clothes was eye-catching, like a disco boy who just came back from a nightclub.

"Xincheng, come and sit here." Liang Liang reserved a seat for Zhong Xincheng, he patted the stool and said.

Zhong Xincheng went over and sat down, smelling the smell of cigarettes from Liang Liang.He cast a few traceless glances from his long and narrow eyes, but didn't speak.

"I heard that Senior Brother Yan Shu won't come today." Liang Liang said as if he was relieved from a heavy burden, with a joyful look on his face.

Zhong Xincheng was not overly happy, he twisted the zipper of his clothes in his hand and asked, "Aren't you coming?"

Are you going to have another dinner with your tutor?

"No, I heard it's on a date." Liang Liang looked envious, his back was against the wall, his legs stretched long, like a bat stretched out. "That's great, I also want to date a beautiful young lady."

The zipper in Zhong Xincheng's hand fell off, and his teeth were icy cold, and it hurt a little when it was pressed against his fingertips.He let go slowly, looked up at Liang Liang and said, "Who said that?"

His expression at that time was uncharacteristically serious, as if Liang Liang could draw a knife and cut him immediately if he said something wrong.Liang Liang shrank her neck, and muttered: "Senior Sister Tingting, you said it when you didn't come."

Zhong Xincheng let out an "oh", shrunk into a ball and did not speak.

A thriving sunflower withered in an instant.

Feeling down is always inexplicable, it may be because the food you want to eat on a whim has been sold out, the performance you have been thinking about meets the roll call, the travel plan is interrupted by the rainstorm...or it may be because of other reasons.

During the regular meeting, Zhong Xincheng was absent-minded. He was bored and opened the WeChat interface, not knowing what to do. He habitually cast his eyes on the empty corner by the window sill, which was soaked in the night into a piece of cold ice.

Sometimes Yan Shu would stand there, listening attentively to the contents and speeches of the regular meeting, sliding his fingertips rhythmically when swiping his mobile phone; .

Only then did he realize that he didn't have Yan Shu's wechat.

No wonder it was a phone call he hadn't seen for a long time that woke him up in the morning.

A task was arranged at the regular meeting, which didn't seem to take time, and it was finally assigned to Zhong Xincheng and Liang Liang.The deadline is a bit tight - tomorrow night.Zhong Xincheng glanced at the schedule and felt that he could only rush to work passionately.

Liang Liang sorted out the data, and Zhong Xincheng consolidated the manuscripts. The workload was not much different, but the order was different.

The meeting ended quickly, Zhong Xincheng looked at the slowly turning clock on the wall, and suddenly wanted to start a live broadcast.

I don't know if Yan Wusheng is on the air, if it is, it might be more interesting than it is now.

Zhong Xincheng gripped his phone tightly amidst the noise, and went out the door without looking back.