缠绵 游戏

Back in the dormitory, Zheng Xunqian sent him another set of questions and asked him to take a look at it when he had time.

I didn't have time to talk about the individual knowledge points involved in it today, so you can refer to books and materials sent a few days ago.

If you don't understand something, just make a mark and explain it face to face tomorrow.

In addition, if you have other small questions, please feel free to send him a message.

As a tutor, Zheng Xunqian is really reliable.

But while feeling secure about his achievements, Jing Tian also felt another sense of crisis.

With such great kindness, the only thing he can do in return is "treat guests to dinner".

That's probably not what Zheng Xunqian wanted.

Thinking about it this way, he seems to have a little intention of taking advantage of Zheng Xunqian now.

Because he didn't clearly mark the price and expressed what he wanted straightforwardly, he deliberately pretended to be stupid and enjoyed his counseling.

Will it be bad?

But if you miss this village, there will be no such shop.

Thinking about it again, it can't help but feel a little weird.

Regardless of the cases he heard before, the emails he sent, or the content written in his notebook, Zheng Xunqian never liked to talk to him, and was extremely indifferent to him, and even showed obvious boredom.

Why have you changed your gender now?

Because of sleeping?

In the dead of night, Jing Tian lay on the bed, unconsciously put his hands behind his back, and touched the skin at the junction of his waist and hips.

Does the tattoo really have any magical power, which can make people who see it have a sense of responsibility for him?

It's ridiculous.

Jing Tian was ashamed of this stupid idea, and couldn't help pulling the quilt over his head.

There is still a lot of content in the notebook he found this afternoon, and he didn't have time to read it.

Should I take a look?

When this idea popped up from the bottom of his heart, he was immediately enveloped in a strange panic.

Those pages were filled with emotions that he was unwilling to face up to at the moment, so strong that he was embarrassed and resisted.

If only the notebook hadn't been found, he thought.

He didn't want to face it at all.

Just like what Zheng Xunqian said, Teacher Xia arranged for them a small study room in the school library.

Jing Tian, ​​who lost his memory, knew for the first time that in addition to the open public reading room in the library of University A, there are two small study rooms on each floor, only more than ten square meters, which are locked every day. If necessary, you can ask the teacher Make an application, it is very suitable for small meetings.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for two people like them to find a place to study, and it is difficult to apply for a trial through open channels.

Teacher Xia really helped a lot.

The library stipulates that only bottled drinks can be brought in.

In order to pass the inspection and enter safely, Jing Tian stood outside the gate, sucking milk tea seriously.

It was such a big cup that he was about to burp.

Zheng Xunqian stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"...Did you do it on purpose?" Jing Tian asked.

The milk tea was bought by Zheng Xunqian.

They made an appointment to meet at the gate of the dormitory area. When they met, Zheng Xunqian was already carrying the bag from the milk tea shop.

When Jing Tian was three-point shy, three-point grateful, and four-point apprehensive, he inserted the straw into the cup and took the first sip, only to realize that Zheng Xunqian only bought one cup.

Now, this person looked at Jing Tian who still couldn't finish his milk tea all the way from the dormitory to the library, and smiled gloatingly.

"Yes."

Zheng Xunqian said.

Jing Tian opened his eyes wide and looked at him speechlessly.

Zheng Xunqian's smile became more and more obvious: "It was like this last time."

Jing Tian bit the straw, was at a loss for half a second, and soon understood.

During the time he had forgotten, a similar scene had appeared.

"You were also standing in this position that time, holding the milk tea with a look of bitterness and hatred on your face," Zheng Xunqian said, "You obviously couldn't drink it, but you couldn't bear to throw it away."

Jing Tian thought to himself, that is really reluctant.

This milk tea is so delicious. It has a rich milk flavor and a mellow and smooth taste. The small balls inside are soft but chewy. After a couple of bites, your mouth is filled with the sweet aroma of yam paste. The top layer has a little The salty cheese milk cap is simply wonderful.

Even though his stomach was bulging, Jing Tian wanted to continue to force it.

"Drink slowly, don't rush in."

Zheng Xunqian said.

What a waste of time!Just as Jing Tian wanted to inhale hard, Zheng Xunqian spoke again.

"What is intensity?"

"..." Jing Tian opened his mouth, and the straw fell out.

"Don't remember?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

Jing Tian quickly replied: "Yes...it is the ability of the component to resist damage!"

Zheng Xunqian asked again: "How about the rigidity?"

Jing Tian answered quickly this time: "The ability to resist deformation!"

Zheng Xunqian asked several definitions in a row, and Jing Tian answered them all smoothly.

He deliberately tested some parts that were not mentioned yesterday, and Jing Tian was able to speak up.

"I've previewed it," Zheng Xunqian said, "Did you see it late last night?"

"...It's okay, just take a look."

If you look at it casually, you won't remember it so firmly.

After returning to the dormitory last night, he did all the questions sent by Zheng Xunqian, and wrote down the definitions and formulas involved in the next few chapters in advance.

What Zheng Xunqian asked, he had memorized them all by heart.

Reading is a very enjoyable thing. If you concentrate on knowledge, you don’t have to worry about your brain’s uncontrollable thoughts. It’s so safe.

At this moment, when he has indeed gained something, he can also get a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

He likes reading.

"As for the formula, remember it all," Zheng Xunqian said again, "recite it to me."

Jing Tian was in a dilemma.

I remember, but those mechanical formulas are too complicated, and it is really hard to read them out.

But to write silently, there is no condition right now.

He hesitated for a while, Zheng Xunqian quietly took half a step forward, came to his side, and stretched out his hand.

Seeing Zheng Xunqian's hand resting in front of him and spreading his palm upwards, Jing Tian immediately understood his intention.

Zheng Xunqian wanted him to write on the palm of his hand.

Zheng Xunqian is taller than him, and his palm is slightly bigger than his.

Jing Tian raised his hand nervously, and tapped Zheng Xunqian's warm and dry palm skin with his fingers, his mind suddenly went blank.

Just after writing a σ, his fingers froze.

After being so stiff for two or three seconds, Jing Tian gradually became restless, and then panicked.

At this moment, the palm that was still in front of him suddenly moved.

Without any warning, Zheng Xunqian closed his palms, and gently held his fingers that didn't know what to do, and then grabbed his whole hand.

"Then go in and talk."

He said to Jing Tian.

Jing Tian lowered his head, looking at the hands held together by the two, his brain became more and more unsmooth, and he didn't make a sound.

Zheng Xunqian lowered the hand that was holding him very naturally, and said, "Drink slowly."

Milk tea is iced.

After holding the cup for a long time, the hands also became cold.

Jing Tian silently folded his hands together.

One is cold, the other is hot, and they feel very comfortable with each other.

The hand he held with Zheng Xunqian almost sweated just now.

"Still not impressed?" Zheng Xunqian asked while arranging the items on the table.

Jing Tian raised his head in a panic and shook it.

Zheng Xunqian took out the notebook from his bag, put it on the table, and connected it to the power supply.

His movements were unhurried and unhurried, and he looked very leisurely, and when he spoke, his tone was as flat as if he was just talking about a very ordinary little thing.

"You warmly invited me to come here to be alone with you that day."

If Jing Tian was a puppy, his ears and tail would stand up in shock at the moment.

Zheng Xunqian pressed the laptop's power button, sat down beside him, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Is the door not closed properly?"

Jing Tian turned around nervously, and found that the door not far behind was indeed ajar.

The urgent impulse to escape from Zheng Xunqian's side drove him to stand up immediately, but he only took half a step towards the door before he fell into hesitation again.

Wouldn't it be strange to rush to close the door in such a panic?

His movements became sluggish, in a dilemma.

"...You also forgot to close the door that day," Zheng Xunqian said, "and you were seen."

Jing Tian swallowed.

What did you see, you should explain clearly!

"What's the matter," Zheng Xunqian urged him, "close the door?"

"... Turn on the ventilation," Jing Tian said with a look of panic, "Can, can you turn it on?"

"Oh," Zheng Xunqian didn't insist, "Then what are you doing standing there?"

Jing Tian had no choice but to sit back obediently.

Zheng Xunqian moved the mouse and clicked on the information: "Let's get started."

Jing Tian couldn't calm down.

After struggling for a while, he summoned up his courage and asked, "Why did the two of us come here last time?"

"Can not remember."

Zheng Xunqian said.

Jing Tian was stunned: "Have you lost your memory too?"

Zheng Xunqian glanced at him, continued to operate the mouse, and pulled the pre-arranged exercises into the dialog box: "I was invited by you."

"……what about me?"

"I don't remember," Zheng Xunqian repeated, and then added, "You mentioned it, but I forgot."

"Oh, it's no wonder," Jing Tian muttered in a low voice, "You always didn't care about me before."

Zheng Xunqian paused for a moment, then quickly said: "It seems that... there are some class activities that need to be prepared in advance.

I'm just not interested in this stuff. "

"Then why are there just the two of us?" Jing Tian asked.

"You're late," Zheng Xunqian said, "because you bought milk tea, you can't get in until you finish drinking it, and you don't want to throw it away.

You make an appointment with someone who is late to do the finishing touches. "

"I didn't find a seat in the reading room. I wanted to go back, but I happened to meet you."

Only then did Jing Tian understand and heaved a sigh of relief.

Just now he said so ambiguously, so it turned out that I just invited him to come to the study room to read.

"When I came, I saw you drinking milk tea at the door, and when I left, I saw you scolding your classmates for being heartless."

"Accidentally looked twice, and was dragged into here by you," Zheng Xunqian said, "Buy and sell by force."

What he described seems to be a unique bridge in some ancient costume films.

The well-dressed and gorgeous women stand in front of the sensual venue at night, waving handkerchiefs and shouting "come objectively".

Jing Tian was ashamed by his own brain power.

In order to escape such emotions, he tried to resist weakly and in vain: "...who told you to watch it."

He spoke this sentence lightly and softly, without any confidence.

Zheng Xunqian listened, but was obviously stunned, and turned his head.

Jing Tian couldn't help shrinking his neck and pursing his lips, leaning slightly to the other side.

No matter how long they get along, he is still afraid of him.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Xunqian had no intention of fighting back at all.

He smiled at Jing Tian, ​​and said with some emotion: "I haven't heard you talk to me like this for a long time."