缠绵 游戏

There was something in the middle of the notebook, and as soon as it was opened, it fell out.

Jing Tian picked it up curiously. It was a folded piece of paper. After opening it, he froze for a moment.

On that A4-sized piece of paper, the words "Experimental Operation Standards and Evaluation" were impressively printed on the top.

After a long time of trouble, is this just an ordinary class note?

Jing Tian felt a subtle sense of loss in his heart.

He glanced down casually while sighing secretly, and quickly realized what it was.

In addition to the black Song typeface printed on the paper, there are also words written in blue and red ink pens.

The blue handwriting was a bit random, and some words that were probably experimental records were filled in the marked blanks very briefly.

Even if Jing Tian knew nothing about the content of this experiment, he could still see that it was extremely perfunctory, full of deception, and not serious.

Although it was a little messier than in his impression, he recognized that it was his own handwriting.

The red handwriting is irregular, slightly scribbled, and some simple comments are written in a very rough manner next to almost every line of blue words.

At the end of each comment, there is a number written, with a minus sign before the number.

At the bottom of the paper, there are flying and flying red letters: 35, failed.

There are also two chic horizontal lines drawn below.

Jing Tian soon realized what it was.

At the beginning, he deliberately planned to be in the same group with Zheng Xunqian and then was humiliated as a physical evidence.

Embarrassed for a while, he wanted to crumple the thing into a ball and throw it away quickly, so he raised his hand, and quickly stopped.

If it is just placed casually, this piece of paper representing unpleasant memories may appear in the pile of debris, caught in the middle of books that are never actively read, and placed naked in the corner of any drawer of the desk, which should not appear in such a place. place.

It was neatly folded, clipped into a notebook, put into a candy box, and placed in the most unobtrusive corner at the bottom of the cabinet.

Now unfolded again, it still looks brand new.

It's more like it's been treasured.

Jing Tian was dazed for a while, blushing.

Not so much, he thought, would he have been too... that.

He looked down at the notebook again.

This piece of paper is sandwiched in the middle. When you open that page, the handwriting on it is similar to the blue handwriting on the experiment report, but it is more neat.

On such a huge page, there are only two lines of large characters, ignoring the printed horizontal lines, and falling in the middle.

"That bastard did a good job today!"

"I am so angry!"

Jing Tian stared at the line for a few seconds, swallowed, and turned to the next page.

The content of this page is simpler than the previous one.

"ignore me.

It's so hard, does he bother me? "

Who ignores me?I didn't write it at the beginning, but the answer is not difficult to guess.

Jing Tian quickly turned another page.

This page has a little more content.

"He bought a bottle of oolong tea from the vending machine at the door today, the sugar-free one.

It's so bad that I drink it every day.

No taste.

I bought all the last three bottles, let's see what he buys tomorrow~"

Jing Tian turned back again, but unfortunately, he failed to see the expected follow-up.

What is written on the page is already completely irrelevant.

"Scorpio October 10-November 24

"Attribute: water sign

"Guardian: Pluto

"Lucky Colors: Purple, Black

"Best compatibility: Pisces, Cancer, Virgo.

"Worst compatibility: Capricorn, Sky"

The last two lines were roughly crossed out, and two oversized words were stamped on the side: fart!

I seemed to be copying, but stopped abruptly in the middle of writing, and got angry.

Jing Tian stared at the last lonely word "天" for a while, thinking, it probably refers to Libra.

His brain buzzed again.

It's very strange, too strange, he obviously doesn't believe in astrology.

He has never been interested in those metaphysics that are irrational, cannot be explained by science, and can only be used as comfort in the heart.

It's unbelievable that it will be copied so seriously in the notebook.

But the reason for it seems not difficult to guess.

Jing Tian was suddenly ashamed.

How could it be so naive, stupid, so irrational, so funny.

He recalled his initial guess after waking up.

I didn't have amnesia, I was transported through time, the person who occupied his body was a complete idiot, but he just happened to be in the same constellation as him.

Jing Tian unconsciously raised his hand to pinch his earlobe tightly, and quickly let go because he was not used to the soft touch from his fingertips.

"Aren't you tired of squatting there?" Yang Yue's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Jing Tian was taken aback, and the notebook fell on the tin box, making a loud noise.

"What are you doing!" Yang Yue was also taken aback, "Throwing things?"

"...something fell out," Jing Tian said, and hurriedly stuffed the notebook back into the box, put the box back into the cabinet, and quickly closed the cabinet door, "It's a bit messy, I'm sorting it out."

Yang Yue did not suspect him: "Want to help?"

"No need," Jing Tian stood up, walked quickly to the table with his head down, and sat down, "I'm too lazy to clean up, let's talk about it next time."

There was a slight vibration in his pocket, indicating that he had received a new message.

Jing Tian took out his mobile phone, just as he saw the other party's name clearly, he felt flustered in his heart.

Zheng Xunqian reminded him not to forget to bring his tablet, as it would be more convenient to give him a lecture later.

Jing Tian did not reply immediately.

He couldn't help but think of the words he had just read.

Even if the emotional experience is deserted, I have never seen too many literary works of this kind of subject, but the meaning of those words that are secretly hidden in the corner and have no nutrition but are solemnly recorded by pen and paper is very obvious. .

Even in his mind, he didn't dare to express the word that could easily summarize his original intention.

These days, he listened to the various pasts told by others to him, and most of them lacked a sense of substitution, as if he was listening to a story.

Those, were different from what he had just seen.

The person occupying his body has the same constellation as him, writes the same handwriting as he thinks, and records things that don't belong to him.

Through every stroke, he can clearly feel the emotions hidden in his writing.

The strong sense of reality made him panic like never before, and he wanted to escape.

He turned off the phone screen and stopped reading the messages from Zheng Xunqian.

But the phone ringtone rang at this time.

Seeing the timid name on the call prompt, Jing Tian hesitated for a while, until Yang Yue raised a question behind his back, and had no choice but to press the answer button.

"When will you be here?" Zheng Xunqian asked on the other end of the phone.

Jing Tian held the mobile phone, thinking about some situations, why didn't he find out before, it turns out that Zheng Xunqian's voice is also very nice.

Is it because he always has to say some unsound words, so that he let himself ignore this point.

"...Are you listening?" Zheng Xunqian asked again.

"I..." Jing Tian lowered his head and said in a very small voice, "I'm not feeling well, I..."

Zheng Xunqian interrupted him: "Then I'll come here now."

What are you doing here?

Jing Tian bit his lip and easily overturned the preface: "...No need! I'm fine again, I'll go to your place as soon as I pack my things."

Zheng Xunqian's roommates are not there.

When Jing Tian discovered this, he felt uncomfortable and felt a little nervous.

Zheng Xunqian seemed completely unaware of his unnaturalness, found him a seat, poured him a glass of water, then turned on his laptop, and called up the information that had been sorted out.

"Is there any draft paper with a blank?" He asked Jing Tian.

Jing Tian nodded quickly.

Zheng Xunqian opened the book: "Where did you study by yourself yesterday?"

"The third chapter," Jing Tian reached out and poked on the table of contents, "I read half of this."

Zheng Xunqian nodded: "Wait a minute, I will find two questions for you, you do it, and see how much you have mastered."

Jing Tian nodded again.

Zheng Xunqian started to operate the computer seriously.

Jing Tian sneaked a few glances at his side face, and quickly looked away again.

The layout of this dormitory was not much different from the one he lived in, except that it looked more messy.

But Zheng Xunqian's desk and bed were very clean.

Except for the laptop and a few books placed in the bookends in the corner, there is only the tablet that Jing Tian just took out, and a half-drunk bottle of drink.

Oolong tea, sugar-free.

Jing Tian subconsciously remembered the words he had just seen in his notebook.

The next day, did Zheng Xunqian buy oolong tea?

"I'll send you the question, you..." Zheng Xunqian turned around, paused quickly, and asked, "What's wrong with this tea?"

Jing Tian hurriedly shook his head: "It's okay! It's nothing!"

"Do you want to drink?" Zheng Xunqian stood up, walked to the corner, and squatted down.

There is a cardboard box on the ground in the corner, and the words of oolong tea are printed on the box.

"You bought a whole box..." Jing Tian sighed softly.

Zheng Xunqian took a bottle, walked up to him, and handed it over: "Well, I like to drink this.

The vending machines at the entrance of the dormitory area are always out of stock, which is very troublesome. "

Jing Tian took it carefully.

After opening it and taking a sip, he immediately frowned.

Insipid, with a little astringent bitterness.

It's so bad, it's a taste he can't appreciate.

This person must be drinking such nasty water all day long, so he always speaks nasty things.

Zheng Xunqian looked at his wrinkled face and smiled softly.

"It really hasn't changed."

He said.

Jing Tian raised his head blankly: "Huh?"

"nothing.

I sent you the question," he pointed to the tablet brought by Jing Tian, ​​"you can take a look. "

Jing Tian put down the oolong tea: "Oh, good!"

It was difficult for him to concentrate on the screen.

He hoped that Zheng Xunqian would stop laughing.

When Zheng Xunqian smiled, he would really want to take a peek.