Affectionate cannon fodder just wants to complete the subject research

After Yu Yinian returned to the dormitory, he calmed down a bit, then switched to the memo on his mobile phone, and started to complete one by one.From the theoretical knowledge of professional courses to immersing yourself in the questions.

The weather outside has always been gloomy, a little darker than in the morning. Looking from the window, it seems that it is about to be suppressed. The bedroom next door has also begun to take back the clothes on the balcony, for fear that it will rain again. Wash it again.

Sure enough, not long after noon, there was a thunder in the sky, and it rained heavily.

Yu Yinian paused his pen, raised his head from the book, Mo Tong looked out the window.The fine raindrops formed a rain curtain, which was reflected in his eyes, which was very beautiful.

He admired this posture for a while, then withdrew his eyes and continued to work on the question.

The continuous sound of the rain outside the window and the sound of the pen tip falling on the paper in the room are integrated, which is very soothing to listen to, and there is an inexplicable feeling of solidity, which makes it easy to think of some beautiful things.

It didn't take long for Yu Yinian to complete his set goal and straighten up.

He walked around the room, stretched his body, and walked to the window involuntarily.At this time, the torrential rain not long ago had passed outside, and the rain slowed down and became pattering, making the leaves outside tremble.

Yu Yinian took a look and pushed open the window.

The cool wind, mixed with the fresh smell from the rain, brushed against Yu Yinian's cheeks, making him squint his eyes comfortably, and the depression in his chest was also invisiblely dissolved.

Taking advantage of this buoyant mood, Yu Yinian turned on the computer and began to work on the project.

The topic of the project had been drawn up long ago, and he had already thought about the content. Even the materials were collected bit by bit during the weekdays.Yu Yinian imported the simple form in the mobile phone into the computer, compared and perfected it to make it more detailed.

It took another hour to do so.

Yu Yinian leaned on the back of the chair, admiring his own project on the computer screen, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

It's still a third short, and it should be almost the same in a while, and even the end of the term will be almost over.Correspondingly, I don't have to work so hard, and I can do what I like to my heart's content.As for the main character attacking or licking the dog, it has nothing to do with him, just stay where it is cool.

He tapped the table with his fingertips, thinking about the days to come, looking very happy.

I'm awesome, reward yourself with a cup of milk tea.

Thinking of this, Yu Yinian took out his mobile phone, clicked on the food delivery platform, picked out milk tea shops, and looked at them one by one.However, there was an impatient sound of keys turning at the dormitory door, which attracted his attention.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and stared at the doorknob.

The door of the dormitory opened and closed, and there was a drenched person in the room.

Yu Yinian's eyes fell on Hu Cheng, and he became a little bit more understanding in surprise, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

"How did you do this?"

"Hey, don't mention it." Hu Cheng stroked his wet hair, stood at the door and took off his shoes, threw the water-soaked shoes into the bathroom, and stretched out his hand to tug on his coat, which had become darker in color from the rain. , with a helpless look. "It's a little bit wrong the day after you left, but I thought it couldn't get off right away, right? Then I played for a while, which was good. I just got out of the car, and it got up and gave me directly from the school. The door was showered on the bottom of the dormitory.”

"Hey, no, it's really uncomfortable when the clothes stick to my body. I'll take a shower first."

With that said, Hu Cheng couldn't wait to enter the bathroom.

Yu Yinian smiled silently, and continued to look at his milk tea.

After picking out his share, he always felt that something was missing.After thinking for a while, his eyes fell on the computer screen that had not been turned off.

Yu Yinian suddenly realized.

We can't let go of this small opportunity, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, and the material is the same.

He switched back to the order page.

But facing so many types of milk tea, it was difficult for Yu Yinian to choose.After thinking about it, he made up his mind and raised his voice towards the bathroom to ask:

"Hu Cheng, do you want milk tea?"

A few seconds later, a somewhat vague answer came from inside accompanied by the sound of water.

"... drink it!"

"Okay, what do you want to drink?"

"... Taro paste bobo!"

Yu Yinian received the answer, and added it to the shopping cart after changing hands.

Serves two, warm.

When his share arrived, he took a sip of the sweet milk tea, thought for a while, opened WeChat, found Mu Xingfang's dialog box, and entered a line of text.

Yu Yinian stared at the text, deliberated and deliberated, finally nodded with satisfaction, and sent it.Then he turned his head and threw the phone aside, holding the milk tea and happily reading the book.

"How can I happen to run into your takeaway every time?"

Liang Yunyi had a bitter face, the rain flowed from his hair to his chin, and even the takeaway bag in his hand was covered with raindrops.

"I just came back from the rain, and I opened my eyes to see, oh, Mu Xingfang's takeaway!" He curled his lips, full of displeasure. "I should have called you and told you to go down and get it yourself in the rain!"

"Why should I get in the rain, don't I have an umbrella?"

Mu Xingfang looked at him coldly and said bluntly.

"Also, I didn't order takeaway either."

Liang Yunyi felt that his IQ had been insulted, so he threw the takeaway to him with a stinky face, not forgetting to glance at what was inside. "...Milk tea? Taro paste bobo? Or did it come from Yu Yinian?" He took the takeaway back and looked at it carefully.

Mu Xingfang had already turned his head to the computer to continue writing his thesis, but when he heard the name, he moved his ears and turned back without any trace.Noticing that Liang Yunyi kept looking at the cup of milk tea, Mu Xingfang's eyes darkened, feeling a little uncomfortable.He stood up and took the milk tea from Liang Yunyi's hand.

"Hey, I also want to drink the milk tea bought by Ye Daddy, it's sweet." Liang Yunyi looked at Mu Xingfang sourly, and sighed.But in a blink of an eye, he seemed to remember something again, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the phone: "I'm going to ask him if he plays games!"

Holding the cup of warm milk tea in his hand, Mu Xing Fang couldn't stop feeling a hint of secret happiness in his heart.However, after hearing Liang Yunyi turning his head to find Yu Nian, he concentrated his mind, squinted his eyes, and couldn't help reminding in a louder voice: "The paper will be handed in next Wednesday."

"There are still two days left, can you really finish writing?"

Liang Yunyi's typing hands slowed down, and finally turned off the phone directly, and put it back on the table, with happiness written all over his face, he walked slowly to the table, reluctantly turning on the computer.

Seeing this, Mu Xingfang's eyes flickered for a while, he stopped caring about Liang Yunyi, and slowly opened the cup of milk tea in his hand.

Seeing the girlish color in the cup, Mu Xingfang hesitated.

In fact, he doesn't like sweet things very much, especially sweet and greasy things like milk tea, which hardly appear in his recipes.

But... it was sent by Yu Yinian.

Looking at it, Mu Xingfang seemed to have thought of something, and the sight in front of him became more and more serious, which made him turn on the phone involuntarily.And in the status bar above, it seemed to hear his heartfelt voice, showing that wechat received a message from Yu Yinian.

Mu Xingfang held his breath and nodded gently.

【Yu Yinian: Drink some milk tea, warm your body, and be careful of catching a cold (^_^)~】

Every word was as sweet as if soaked in milk tea, which made Mu Xingfang look away suddenly as if he couldn't help it, and hurriedly threw the phone aside.

However, in the end, as the last word of the thesis was typed on the computer, the cup of beautifully colored milk tea on the table gradually bottomed out.