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"It's okay, actually you helped me, the course selection is just a matter of course."

Song Shihe packed up his computer and planned to leave. Before he left, he smiled and said to Ji Yusheng:

"Actually, my class should not be very popular here, so you don't have to be so nervous."

Just when Ji Yusheng didn't know how to respond, a hoarse voice suddenly broke in.

"Professor Song, why are you here?" A man in a stiff suit asked.

"Didn't you say you had something urgent this morning? And you delayed the meeting on purpose?"

A trace of embarrassment flew across Song Shihe's face, but it was like a superficial touch of water, without causing any waves or other people's awareness.He immediately smiled and said:

"It was completed earlier than expected, so I came back earlier." He looked at his watch naturally, looked up and said to the man:

"It's almost time, Professor Wu, let's go."

Song Shihe gave people the feeling that he was a perfect person who did everything impeccably. Ji Yusheng couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if he missed.

But before the cornerstone of his imagination was laid, Song Shihe's words killed his imagination.

"Anyway, thank you for liking me..."

Ji Yusheng thought of the nervous selection of Song Shihe's class with his sweat-drenched hands just now, and his ears instantly turned pink, reminiscent of a piece of heart that was ripe enough to soften.

"The class."

"Looking forward to seeing you in class,"

The last few words were blown away by the wind, Ji Yusheng didn't hear clearly, but caught one of the words through his mouth

"pregnancy."

After the course selection, there was an economic tutoring class. Ji Yusheng rushed to the classroom while desperately cooling his ears with his cold fingers.But the wind blowing across the corridor was like a hot current, making his ears turn red and red.

At this moment, Ji Yusheng wished he could wash his face with cold water. He thought it was fine if Song Shihe was calling him "Shengsheng", but he even felt that Song Shihe's perfection made him have a similarity with his husband.

What the hell was he thinking about, Ji Yusheng shook his head, trying to get these strange thoughts out of his mind.

Because Ji Yusheng's tablet computer was out of battery, he couldn't use the tablet computer to read e-books while attending class, so he could only ask to sit next to him, who used to read books with his classmates in the same group.

"What's the matter?" The girl beside her had long brown hair and replied coldly, as if she was still angry about the library.

"My tablet is out of battery, can I read e-books together?"

"Don't you dislike economics classes? It doesn't matter if you have books or not."

Ji Yusheng's face turned pale for an instant, like a freshly painted white wall, and then waves of heat set off.

A friend of a classmate next to her touched her with her arm and yelled in a low voice,

"Zhao Tingting."

She looked back at the classmate who called her and said:

"Why? Didn't he not come to every non-essential activity of the Department of Economics, and never miss an activity of the Department of Art Appreciation?" The dissatisfaction with him in the words of the students was as clearly visible as the focus of an expensive camera.

The classmate next to him gave Ji Yusheng a funny look, and then the benefactor persuaded him as high as a golden bookshelf:

"Forget it, we are all classmates, so let's lend it to him."

Although the classmate beside him lent him the e-book in the end, Ji Yusheng felt his heart was tightly wrapped and imprisoned by cold silver threads throughout the class.

After class, Ji Yusheng walked alone on the boulevard. The trees on both sides of the road seemed to be able to understand his mood and firmly blocked the moonlight. The school funds were spent on the activities and research papers of the Department of Economics. The street lamps to be repaired flickered, and Ji Yusheng's shadow was looming, like a naughty cat scurrying around.

It's really sad to feel that there are no fellow travelers around you.Originally thought that if he was a little more accommodating, he would be able to make friends. These four years have taught him that values ​​​​are different, and it is really difficult to talk to people who pursue different values.

Talk to them about dreams, and they'll just think you're unrealistic, and to some, dreams really seem meaningless.

He bowed his head and walked on the road, when he suddenly bumped into someone head-on, and then there was a sticky texture on his hand, like a slug sticking to the floor after the rain.

Even on the dim road where the moonlight was looming, the other party could still detect Ji Yusheng's unhappy mood.

Before he could get his mind back from the friend, he immediately apologized to the convenience.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! It's so dark in here, I didn't see—"

The voice of the other party hastily apologizing stopped abruptly, and then was covered by a bright voice.It's like the weather that has been overcast and covered with a gray coat suddenly clears up.

"Yu Sheng!"