Specific gravity

Like most of his peers, Cen Baiyan's exam week was full of chaos, and every day he opened his eyes was like going to the battlefield.

Reviewing is similar to previewing. The whole book is focused on highlighting. I look for seniors and sisters from the previous year to ask for notes. I go to the library one minute late and there is no seat. I drink at least two cups of coffee a day to be energetic. , Resolutely refuse to sleep until two or three o'clock in the morning at night-no matter whether the efficiency is high or not, at least you can comfort yourself and study for a long time anyway.

Cen Baiyan managed to survive until he had only the last subject left. He picked up Xuan Zhao and went home at night, and he hunkered down in the study and memorized textbooks.

"The four basic requirements of professional ethics," Cen Baiyan propped his chin with one hand, and his whole body groaned, "Love and work hard, be honest and trustworthy, and do things. Oh yes, do things fairly, what else is there? Fuck! How did you forget!"

Xuan Zhao sat opposite him, lazily flipping through the pages of the book, his eyes focused under the rimless glasses, and he was not affected by Cen Baiyan's noise at all.

"I|Fuck him, who the hell is this idiot who ordered Sixiu to close the book," Cen Baiyan cursed angrily, flipping through the book while talking to himself, "What is the fourth point?"

Xuan Zhao pushed his glasses with his index finger, and said slowly without raising his head: "Serve the masses."

Cen Baiyan hadn't found which page of the book the knowledge point was on, he paused with his fingertips, and stared at Xuan Zhao vigilantly: "How do you know? Did you also hide a copy of "Sixiu" in your hand, waiting for a joke? Am I?"

Xuanzhao raised the book in his hand - the thick "Pharmacopia", shrugged innocently at Cen Baiyan: "I have heard this knowledge point at least six times since you memorized it from the day before yesterday to today."

Cen Baiyan touched the tip of his nose resentfully: "Lu Xun said that no matter how talented a person is, there are times when he stumbles, just like me, occasionally I can't remember knowledge points."

With a playful expression on his face, Xuan Zhao stretched out his palm to Cen Baiyan, making a "please" gesture, signaling Cen Baiyan to continue.

Cen Baiyan is a typical person who puts more emphasis on logic than theory. The most annoying thing in his life is to memorize texts. There is no structure in the memorization. He is too lazy to sort out the big frame, print the knowledge points on a piece of paper, and memorize which one he sees.

"What significance do ideals and beliefs have for the growth of college students? What stupid questions," Cen Baiyan exhaled irritably, and recalled with his fingers, "One is to guide the goal of struggle, the other is to provide motivation, and the third is, yes."

Xuan Zhao picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of water, habitually licking the seam of his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue.

Cen Baiyan's throat tightened, and he thought that I was studying, why is this cripple so blind, can he not tease me at this time?

Xuan Zhao's evening study task was completed, he took off his glasses with his slender fingers, and gently kneaded the center of his brows to relax.

"Three is, yes." Cen Baiyan stared at the little water stain on the corner of Xuan Zhao's lips that reflected light under the desk lamp, but couldn't remember what the third point was.

"The third is to improve the spiritual realm." Xuan Zhao looked back at Cen Baiyan helplessly, and tapped his fingertips on the table, "Boyan, concentrate."

Cen Boyan was distracted and caught, instead of being ashamed of it, he snorted, leaned back into the back of the chair, looked at Xuan Zhao openly, and lifted his chin: "Come here and feed me a drink, I You can concentrate now."

Xuan Zhao raised his eyebrows, stood up with the edge of the table, supported the table with his hands, leaned forward with his upper body, and looked down at Cen Baiyan.

Their desks were facing each other, and Xuan Zhao's shadow was magnified countless times by the desk lamp, covering Cen Baiyan in the shadow.

Cen Boyan is much taller than Xuan Zhao, and he usually looks down at Xuan Zhao, and this angle makes him feel very fresh.

He raised his head, and he could clearly see Xuan Zhao's smooth and gentle jaw line, pulling his facial muscles when he spoke, and the slightly sunken scar at the corner of his lip was like a whirlpool of great attraction.

Xuan Zhao loosened the collar of his shirt, lowered his waist an inch, and the tip of his nose almost touched Cen Baiyan, with a smile in his eyes: "How do you feed? With your mouth?"

Cen Boyan crossed his arms, his throat moved violently, his eagle-like gaze moved up from Xuan Zhao's slender waist, and finally fixed on his pale lips, and said in a deep voice, "That's what I think."

He swept aside the book and pen in front of him, and just about to put his palm on the back of Xuan Zhao's head——

"Pfft." Xuan Zhao suddenly laughed out loud, and patted Cen Baiyan's face like coaxing a puppy, "Young master, your set is too rustic, did you watch messy soap operas when you were young?"

"." Cen Baiyan's palms froze in the air.

Xuan Zhaoshi straightened up and tidied up the desk: "Redo well, I'll get you something to eat."

Cen Baiyan gritted his molars viciously: "When I finish the exam tomorrow, you wait for me!"

"Oh, by the way," Xuan Zhao walked to the door, turned his head and smiled, squinting his eyes, "Student who will have an exam tomorrow, do you want to add eggs to your dough?"

Cen Baiyan snorted: "Yes."

Xuan Zhao rolled his eyes: "No, eggs won't digest at night."

"...Then what a fart!" Cen Baiyan slapped the table angrily.

"I'm mad at you." Xuan Zhao chuckled, turned the doorknob and left the study.

Cen Baiyan wished he could grab him, rub him in his arms, and bite him hard. Grinding his teeth, he continued to recite the significance of ideals and beliefs for the growth of college students.

Xuan Zhao served Cen Baiyan a bowl of noodles in clear soup, topped with scallion oil, and added two slices of char siu pork.

The refrigerator was full of fruit and vegetable drinks, as well as an energy drink that Cen Baiyan liked very much. When Xuanzhao closed the door, he was in a daze.

Although he could cook when he lived alone, he never had the habit of hoarding ingredients.All ingredients in imported supermarkets are few but refined, and Xuan Zhao only buys the amount for one meal each time.

But Cen Baiyan really likes the feeling of being full. He filled the refrigerator very full, bought books to fill the bookshelves, and filled their entire "home" - he added shoe cabinets in the aisle, and put them by the windows. There are several succulent plants, and various cartoon refrigerator stickers are pasted on the refrigerator door.

When he moves out, it will be troublesome to throw all these things away, right?

This thought suddenly came to Xuanzhao's mind, he stumbled on his fingertips, and shivered from the scalding of the bowl filled with hot noodle soup.

In fact, it is not troublesome.

Xuan Zhao sprinkled some ground coriander, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a cold straight line.

When Cen Baiyan moves out, he will not continue to live here. He will return to that well-decorated high-end apartment, and return to the expensive and exquisite imported supermarket. He doesn't even need to do anything here. It doesn't matter what you do.

Walking to the other end, Cen Baiyan opened the door and urged: "Where's the night snack? Where's my big night snack? I can already smell the fragrance!"

"Here we come." Xuan Zhao responded.

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