No touching porcelain, no coquetry! [campus]

Bai Ming took half a step back to the corridor to avoid being bumped by Ye Jue who was jogging over. He pressed the knuckle of his index finger against the temple of his glasses and pushed it up slightly, smiling and waiting for the other person to speak first.

Ye Jue stopped the car in time in front of him, her fluffy blond hair trembled a few times following his movements, she looked like a little furry animal, and her tone of voice couldn't hide her surprise: "Brother, did you arrive this morning? Are you tired?" Not tired? What did my mother ask you to bring me?"

Without exchanging too many pleasantries, Ye Jue spread his hands forward and went straight to the topic, obviously he was ready to receive gifts after talking with his family yesterday.

Bai Ming tasted Ye Jue's passing greetings, and raised his eyebrows dissatisfied, but the smile in his eyes was even stronger, and he looked at Ye Jue's beautiful crystal blue eyes for a few seconds and was still defeated. Come on.

He hooked the exquisitely packaged white-bottomed floral paper bag to Ye Jue's fingers, ruffling the other's hair in a not-so-gentle way: "Thank you for your perfunctory concern, I'm not tired."

Knowing that he was wrong, Ye Jue pushed his glasses with a guilty conscience, smiled brightly at Bai Ming with the highest courtesy showing his teeth, and tried to fish in troubled waters: "It's not perfunctory, but it's sincere."

He couldn't wait to look at the things in the bag on the spot, and asked, "Brother, why do I remember that you didn't come back until the project over there in the middle of the year was completed, and it ended early?"

Bai Ming withdrew his hand, even suppressed his smile a bit, his voice was as warm and peaceful as his unique personality: "Well, something happened."

Hearing this, Ye Jue raised his head quickly, frowned slightly, and asked with some worry: "The new treatment is not going well?"

Bai Ming is five years older than him, and has already completed his graduate work for two years. Basically, he takes on individual cases to accumulate experience. If he receives an invitation, he will also cooperate with some large research institutes to participate in the design and promotion of some practical projects. .

This project Bai Ming mentioned to him again during the Chinese New Year. It is probably just a modification of the systematic desensitization method. Although it is not clear how to operate Ye Jue, according to what he knows, it should not be very serious. Serious questions are right.

At least it shouldn't be stopped suddenly like this.

After Bai Ming stared at him silently for a few seconds, he changed back to his refined look of smiling before saying anything. He shook his head and replied, "Not entirely."

Just as Ye Jue wanted to continue asking for details, Bai Ming took out a few exquisitely printed tickets from the pocket of his windbreaker, and tapped his lips twice with the side of his finger: "I signed a non-disclosure agreement, so I can't ask any more."

"This is for you. It seems to be a music festival in May. My colleague gave it to me today, but I probably won't be able to go. It just so happens that you can invite your friends to have fun."

As a related practitioner, Ye Jue of course understood the importance of signing a non-disclosure agreement, and immediately restrained his curiosity and stopped asking.

He took the ticket from Bai Ming's hand, and walked down the steps naturally: "Didn't you say that you will not accept cases for the time being this year? Why are you so busy that you don't even have time to join in the fun?"

"It's a blessing in disguise." Bai Mingruo sighed, and then continued: "Although something happened, I was lucky to meet an investor who was interested in my research direction. From the studio, when you graduate—"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang harshly, and Bai Ming gave a "tsk", obviously regretting that he forgot to mute the phone.

But when he saw the note on the screen, his expression changed instantly, he just hurriedly said "Contact me if there is something" to Ye Jue, and left in a hurry, even forgetting to say goodbye.

Ye Jue doesn't really care about this, after all, the relationship between the two of them is too familiar, the kind that they can't find a reason to make a fuss over a molehill.

Bai Ming used to be his father's favorite student, and because of his status as an international student, Ye Zhanyun would always take special care of him, and even take Bai Ming home every week for some potluck.

When they met each other for the first time, Ye Jue was still a disobedient junior high school student, and was often used by his father to compare with this beloved student who had the aura of "other people's child" and to criticize him.

In the beginning, Ye Jue was not very convinced. The proud son of heaven, who was spoiled since he was a child, ran into a rebellious period. At that time, it was difficult for the young version of the mixed-race sweetheart to regulate his emotions independently. The elder brother, whose father is more similar to the yellow race, felt some inexplicable sense of crisis.

It wasn't until several teasings ended in Bai Ming's counter-sanction that Xiao Yejue died down and tried to shake hands with this young man who gradually became a non-staff member of the family.

But just after he got used to it and treated Bai Ming as a brother, he suddenly disappeared for more than a year without saying a word. When he reappeared, for some reason, the student had transferred from clinical medicine to the psychology department .

Afterwards, he discovered that Ye Zhanyun's attitude towards Bai Ming was also much colder, and he would even hide out for various reasons when the other party came to visit. Fortunately, Bai Ming didn't feel embarrassed, and he never took it to heart.

After the reunion, Bai Ming doesn't seem to have changed much, but his personality is more gentle. Even facing Ye Jue, a cruel young man who has entered high school and started to play with his personality, he is still able to handle it with ease.

But Ye Jue, who is naturally more sensitive to emotional perception, always feels that the other party is a little less popular, and somehow there is a shadow that he can't understand.

The boy who used to rub Ye Jue's head in a place where no one was around to make him calm down, and even held his collar and called "little boy" seemed to have completely become a qualified adult.

People can never get used to it, but they can't fault it.

Ye Jue also tried to use Ye Zhanyun's words, but the result was that his father fell into silence after losing his temper and broke up unhappy, as if Bai Ming had done something heinous and completely broke his heart...

"Ms. Ye, Ms. Ye!"

The librarian's voice brought Ye Jue back to reality from his memories, and Ye Jue hurriedly stuffed the tickets he received from Bai Ming the day before yesterday into a drawer, and put on his standard business smile: "Sorry, sorry, Just thinking about something."

Aunt Zhang waved her hand to signal him not to care: "I'll put the information you want here for you. I'll see if there's anything wrong with it later. I'm just here and I'm not familiar with it. If you need it, call me. You send it over."

"That's too much trouble for you. I can find what I need by myself, and I can also chat with the beautiful aunt." Ye Jue smiled sincerely, and said while taking a box from the snack basket he prepared to make by himself finger biscuits to each other.

Ye Jue has always been very popular with elders because of his good manners. After returning to China, the superior and exquisite Caucasian face inherited from his mother makes this passive skill even more invincible.

The faculty and staff have to go to the library to clock in in the morning, and Ye Jue never came to work on time after getting acquainted with the administrator, Aunt Zhang, because of the small snacks and sweet talk offensive.

The ability to adapt to the environment can be described as quite outstanding.

After Aunt Zhang left, Ye Jue was still busy for a while, and finally freed up time to read the stack of materials sent by the other party.

Although he had already applied for a student assistant on the official website before, Ye Jue started to organize it by himself after asking the Academic Affairs Office and getting the answer that "it will take 3-5 working days at the earliest".

The clutter in the office not only affected his mood, but also made the visiting students feel bad-although under the apologetic control of Principal Li, there have been a lot fewer people who have come to join in the fun these days.

Ye Jue flipped through the forms in his hand, but he couldn't find the information he wanted until he saw the last one, so he couldn't help frowning, feeling faintly that something was wrong.

The visitor's signature and personal information file from five years ago do not match, it seems... how many are missing?

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Ye Jue's train of thought. He calmed down, quickly stuffed the file back into the brown paper bag, and then cleared his throat and called "Enter".

The maroon wooden door of the office was pushed open, and the metal that lacked lubrication at the connection made two quick "creaks", and a faint scent of grass and trees mixed with the smell of sunlight broke into the room.

The tall and thin boy still didn't wear a school uniform, his slender phoenix eyes were carelessly bent, and his expression was half a smile, not a smile. He couldn't tell whether he was in a good mood, but his voice was refreshing with the chill of early spring: "Report."

"Miss Ye, I'm Pei Yanqiu, your assistant this semester."

The wind blew past the window and the willow tree that was taking new buds, the thin branches shook, and the two sparrows were scared away. The songbird that had been silent for a long time called tentatively twice, probably because it was hoarse again before the time came. .

The get out of class bell rang on time, and young laughter came intermittently from the playground.

Often associated with the beginning of a story, spring is also perfect for sowing surprises.