[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

There are probably countless timelines in this world. In each space, I will go to different places, do different things, fall in love with different people, and die in different ways.

In this world, the boy I like the most is indifferent and reticent. His kindness made me feel that only I am special, and then I was complacent and complacent. Finally, I realized that he is actually gentle to everyone, but he chose to approach me because of sympathy.

Something like that, if not quite sympathy.

[I am waiting for you in the future]

"What?" I muttered, rather than expressing my unhappiness and uneasiness, it was more expressing my deep incomprehension and loneliness welling up in my heart.

The fog in front of him began to dissipate, and the thin white smoke spiraled up, and finally dissipated in front of his face, leaving a hazy shadow.

Returning to the gymnasium again feels like a world away. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. It seems that many people’s eyes are focused on this side. When I approached the stove again, there was even a commotion in the stands.

I don't know what they were arguing about, the voice was very loud, Zhang Yunmu didn't know when he stood up, his face was very serious, his eyebrows were frowned, he danced and talked to the brown-haired boy next to him, and shook his head from time to time. Shoulder.

Withdrawing his gaze, there is a silver-haired teacher standing nearby. He is propping up the judges' table at the moment, looking at me nervously, opening and closing his mouth in a certain mouth shape——

Square dance?

Bike sharing in beautiful countryside? ?

Belt and Road Food Safety Air Pollution? ? ?

What do you think is the 2017 Chinese college entrance examination national paper I composition? !

Regardless of this guy, the key problem is that all the tofu that was prepared before have fallen apart, sticking to the plate softly, not forming at all, and there are only 10 minutes left before the deadline, so it is impossible to redo.

Making up my mind, I picked up one side of the egg and broke it, stirred the egg liquid, then took out the tofu just now, and poured the golden egg liquid on top without hesitation.

"What is this doing?"

"I actually modified the recipe without authorization!"

"It's over, this girl must be at the bottom."

"Where did she go just now? Why did she appear suddenly?"

There was a lot of noise around, and the crowd in the stands was chattering, and the order in the stadium became chaotic for a while.

Set up the frying pan again, pour all the tofu cubes into the oil pan, and fry them until golden on both sides with a crackling sound. Finally, put them in the sauce you just made, arrange on a plate, and sprinkle with chopped green onion.

"time up--"

Standing at the end of the line with a plate in one hand, I stared at the dishes in Natsume's hand in front of me with my eyes wide open, and rubbed my chin thoughtfully: "Well...that's really the case."

"Eh?"

The boy's soft brown hair was docile and tame, and was dyed a beautiful golden color under the sunlight overhead.Because of his doubts, he tilted his head slightly, showing a little more cuteness.

"Look at the tofu on everyone's plate, all the tofu will be broken after frying." I moved a little closer, pointed to the team in front of me and explained.

The boy's amber eyes lit up, and he looked down at me: "Well, but why?"

"Tofu is divided into southern tofu and northern tofu. The authentic mapo tofu uses southern tofu. Restaurants generally use southern tofu. The chef is good at cooking. Even when the southern tofu is cooked, it is not easy to break. Cook for such a long time. At home, there are generally more northern tofu, which is resistant to cooking, not easy to break, and has a relatively neat shape. After cooking for a while, it will taste better." When I said this, I paused, then lowered my eyes, and avoided it without a trace. The boy's figure is too close.

"So he did it on purpose. The material provided is some kind of homemade tofu that is softer and more crumbly than southern tofu... Natsume, please cover your plate first, otherwise the heat will dissipate and the finished product will not look good."

"Ah, okay." The boy blinked his eyes lightly, with a shy smile on his face.

"...Unqualified!"

"This one too!"

Jiuga Zhaoji sat in front of the brown-red wooden table, proudly put down the porcelain spoon, and waved to a black-haired boy as if driving away some annoying insects: "Your tofu has been broken into slag, completely fail."

What a strict and mean-spirited guy.

However, Mr. Sakamoto passed. His dishes are completely standard templates. The tofu is neatly arranged on the plate and arranged in a circle, which is as delicate as the dishes in a Michelin three-star restaurant.

The boss is also worthy of being a boss, with deep merit and fame.

"Did you process the tofu?" The yellow-haired boy concluded after tasting Natsume's dishes.

"Yes, I used salt water and ice."

"So that's it... In addition to the beany smell and solid taste, the thickening is still prepared with a ratio of starch and water 1:1.5, how many times?"

"three times."

"Okay, you passed too."

The boy sitting at the table knocking on Erlang's legs had a subtle expression when he finally saw my plate, but he didn't say much, he just raised his eyebrows and took a quick bite.

"...how did you come up with the idea of ​​frying tofu with eggs?"

"Because the tofu you gave is too soft, if it is not kept warm in time after putting it on the plate, it will easily break."

"Have you ever thought that this is not mapo tofu, but another dish?"

"Yeah, but it's delicious, isn't it?"

The boy glanced at me sideways, his long yellow hair covering one eye, he sighed, and shook his head as if he had no idea: "You also passed."

I smiled triumphantly, and gave a thumbs up to the red-haired boy in the stands with one hand on my hip.His crimson hair was coated with a warm color by the warm orange light, his eyes were curved, and the corners of his lips widened, and he returned a smile to this side.

Natsume Takashi, who had witnessed everything, silently covered his forehead. The way these two people get along always gave him the illusion that he had strayed into the animal world.

Black-haired Rabbit: Look at my success!Isn't it super awesome!

Red Eyed Cat: Boast!Kiss, hug and hold high!

……

When I looked back, I saw Natsume's tangled expression, as if I saw some suffocating scene.

"By the way, Natsume-san, I have always carried the evil-proof secret treasure you gave me before!" Suddenly remembering this, I quickly rolled up my sleeves to reveal the blue crystal on my left wrist.

"Evil-proofing secret treasures are too exaggerated..."

"It really works. The evil spirits will be dispersed in one move, and the quality is guaranteed. From then on, I will never be afraid of harassment by demons and ghosts."

The young man pursed his lips, and his voice softened a lot: "As long as Bailisang likes it."

Natsume Takashi always says words like "I'm sorry" and "I'm sorry", and he also adds respect and courtesy to others, although this will give people the impression that this person has a good temper. But after long-term contact, it will create a sense of alienation, as if he has not fully accepted himself.

I thought about it, and scratched my head in embarrassment: "How should I put it, Natsume, can you just call me Baili from now on? We met several times during the winter vacation, so we can still be regarded as friends..."

He froze for a moment, the expression on his face was a combination of surprise and embarrassment, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Or, Natsume, you don't consider me a friend?"

"No, I didn't mean that..." The gentle boy apologized in a good-tempered manner, with a little blush on his face, "I'm sorry."

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder happily: "Don't worry, it's OK to just call Baili from now on."

"Well, Baili." The boy changed his words politely, and smiled slightly with the corners of his lips curled up.

The gymnasium of H University is huge, and the stairs to the grandstand are long and far away. Natsume and I walked around for a long time before finding the way. Just as we were about to step up the steps, a figure suddenly appeared behind the handrail.

The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his hair was fixed with hairspray, and there was a familiar smile on the corner of his mouth.

I took half a step back in disbelief, squeezed the corner of my clothes tightly with my fingers, and couldn't help but say: "...Dad?!"

Wasn’t it my father who moved to the next city with his aunt? He stood on the third step, his shiny leather shoes gleamed, and he was wearing the most handsome plaid tie I ever thought.

"Xiaoxi." He looked at me as always, with a very gentle tone, "Dad came to see you."

Although Natsume Takashi didn't understand what happened, just listening to these two sentences is enough to judge a lot of information.He hurriedly turned his head to the girl beside him to signal that he would go first, and walked up the steps faster.

But since it was his father who came to visit, Baili should be very happy.

The young man lifted his feet and walked a few steps, but turned his head frequently because he was worried, his heart tightened inexplicably, and the uneasy premonition began to amplify, as if it was a premonition.

"I found out that you are studying at University H after calling the counselor. I happened to be on a business trip in City W, so I thought I should come. Dad has something to tell you personally." The man approached his daughter kindly, raised his hand and touched her. Touching the top of her hair, she seemed concerned.

"Your mother didn't like the house that was left in City S before, so she sold it during the Ching Ming Festival holiday."

At this moment, the black-haired girl showed a stinging expression.