Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

When the last stroke was dipped on the back, Song Zui's whole body froze, and the thin butterfly bones slowly closed like shellfish in shallow water.

After he reacted, he opened the distance and was about to leave when the man's hand suddenly hooked his collar, and a sloppy tone came from behind.

"your name."

He took a while to speak: "Song Zui."

The warm summer night wind blows towards his face, dyed with a faint scent of powder, daisy, chaotic grass, and when he heard the other party's casual tone, he became solemn.

"remember."

The curly hair on his forehead was blown by the wind, hiding Song Zui's slender phoenix eyes, as if this scene should have appeared a long time ago, his body unknowingly undulated slightly.

He said yes before walking forward slowly, the pinched collar scraped across his skin, he couldn't help but wonder if all the male models now know how to do this?

He was planning to walk into the school gate to go back to the dormitory, but remembered that the cat food he bought for Song Tiantian had arrived, so he went to the courier station to pick up the courier.

It was already eight o'clock when Song Zui returned to the dormitory with the cat food in his arms, and Song Tiantian, who was licking his hair meticulously by the window, immediately rushed to his lap to beg for food.

Wu Zhen, who was reading a book, stood up from his chair. He walked up to the young man with an anxious look on his face, "Go and ask the teacher if you can exchange the dropped test papers."

The more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. It stands to reason that Song Zui would get angry if he didn't write the test paper for Yin Zihan, but Yin Zihan didn't show any signs of anger on his face, instead he went to the bar in a good mood.

"it does not matter."

The teenager concentrated on dispensing cat food for the kittens.

Wu Zhen sighed as he watched from the side. The half-empty test paper had already been torn up by Yin Zihan and thrown into the trash can. He also had no real evidence for this.

Song Zui usually doesn't fight or grab, besides reading books and feeding cats, he grows flowers every day, and it's really not for a temperament that might choke with others.

This time, if Wu Zhen hadn't forced the teenager to do his homework, one would go to a bar and the other to study, the two of them wouldn't have had any interaction at all.

Even the top students who have been admitted from all over the world will more or less relax when they go to college, but the teenagers don't play games at all, and they usually read books while eating.

For more than a week since the start of school, even the classmates in the class have not spoken to each other. It seems that no one can disturb him to read and immerse himself in his own world.

Song Zui didn't know what Wu Zhen was thinking, he sat down on the chair after feeding Song Tiantian, turned on his mobile phone and logged on to CNKI to read documents.

The young man looked down at the screen, and there were shallow scars on his eyelids, which had faded due to the age, from the end of his eyes to the eye sockets near the bridge of his nose.

His eyesight is not very good at night, because the screen of the mobile phone is too small to read. It would be great if he could get a scholarship to buy a second-hand computer.

The lights in the dormitory were turned off at [-] o'clock in the evening. After washing, he turned off his mobile phone and slept on the bed. The touch of a man's fingertips remained on his back against the [-] blanket.

Song Zui, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, swiped open the phone next to the pillow, and saved a number.

He strictly changed the other party's remark, male model, five yuan, but later thought it was inappropriate to change it to A Ting. His address book was full of correct names, and it seemed that they were very close.

Because the details of the merger case had changed, Assistant Fang drove to He's mansion to deliver the materials, but He Shanting did not come back for a long time.

He guessed that his boss must have gone to an art exhibition or a high-end restaurant when he was free. He Shanting never treated himself badly in terms of enjoyment. At this moment, he heard a car parked at the door.

He Shanting got out of the car with something in his hand, and he immediately prepared to take it carefully, lest it was something expensive, after all, the man in front of him was capable of giving away the emperor's green.

But what Assistant Ling Fang didn't expect was that the bag turned out to be ordinary veal from the supermarket, and the words "today's discount" were written on the bag.

He thought he was too tired and misunderstood. Is this something He Shanting can buy back?Is their He family going to die?

Assistant Fang turned on the phone and didn't see any unfavorable news about He's, so he couldn't help but fell silent, and began to wonder if his boss had changed his temperament after working too long this week.

He raised his eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you go to the supermarket to buy vegetables by yourself? There are wagyu beef in the kitchen every day."

"On the way."

He Shanting raised his eyebrows and said.

Assistant Fang looked at the words of Shanghai University Supermarket, and thought that this was not the way to go. Of course, he didn't have the guts to refute He Shanting, so he handed over the document.

He Shanting flipped through the documents while walking, the cuff buttons on his suit glowed with light and shade, and Assistant Fang followed behind: "The acquirer sent you mooncakes."

"Sweet?"

Assistant Fang realized that this old man had never eaten mooncakes while living abroad. He knew that He Shanting would not be interested in desserts, but the man closed the document and said, "Leave it."

The first class of the next day was General Physics, and the test papers would be handed out during the class. Wu Zhen woke up early and sat next to Song Zui.

The lecture hall was full of people, and even Yin Zihan, who often skipped classes, sat in the front and took out brand new textbooks.

"Squad leader actually came to class." The school committee asked curiously from behind, "Won't all the test papers handed in last time be confiscated? I heard that I almost missed the time."

"Only 39 copies were accepted." Yin Zihan looked in Song Zui's direction Ruoyou Ruowu, "I don't know who didn't hand it in, but I gave enough time at the risk of offending the teacher."

"The class leader is so kind." A boy wearing bottle cap glasses complimented him, "I just said why our class was the last one to hand in."

Sitting on the edge, Wu Zhen almost laughed out of breath. Who didn't know that it was Yin Zihan who took the time to copy homework yesterday. He couldn't stand it and stood up: "It's obviously you who didn't hand in the homework."

Yin Zihan did not expect that Wu Zhen, who had always been afraid of him, could speak, so he sneered in front of everyone and said, "To be a man, you must tell evidence."

"The paper is on the desk." He lifted his chin, "You can check to see if there is my name."

"The name can be changed."

Wu Zhen retorted.

Yin Zihan seemed to be tired of listening, and impatiently pointed to the podium: "I told you, you can go and look for evidence of my name change on my test paper. It shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Wu Zhen, who was originally sure, was taken aback by Yin Zihan's words. If Yin Zihan really took Song Zui's test paper as his own, there must be traces of his name smeared on the paper.

Just when he thought he had misunderstood Yin Zihan, an image flashed in his mind. He and Song Zui handed over the test paper to Yin Zihan at the same time, and the teenager didn't have time to write his name on the test paper!

After figuring this out, he was about to speak again, but his elbow was suddenly pulled by the quiet young man.

Wu Zhen was discouraged and understood that Song Zui didn't want to make this a big deal. Yin Zihan knew people in the society, and offending Yin Zihan would not have any good fruit.

Even so, he still felt resigned to being a teenager. There are many top students in the physics department of Shanghai University. Without his usual grades this time, it would be difficult for his grades to catch up.

Song Zui just sat by the window and read a book quietly, and occasionally took notes in a notebook.

Wu Zhen caught a glimpse of the library's English periodicals. Domestic academic English must be good, and many cutting-edge discussions have been published in foreign journals.

English is a headache for most students with science and engineering backgrounds. Although he passed 130 in English in the college entrance examination, it is impossible for him to read periodicals without looking up a dictionary.

He couldn't help being curious about the background of the young man, he didn't look like a poor student with backward educational resources.

At this time, Mr. Puwu walked into the classroom. He saw the test papers put on the stage by the postgraduate teaching assistant and said: "I am very disappointed with everyone's level in this test. As high-scoring students from all over the world, some people even got the top score, but they passed the test. The score is not good-looking, and some people even didn’t hand it in directly.”

"Although we pursue academic freedom, basic physics is the foundation of your knowledge system." The teacher said harshly, "Obviously some people are impetuous after entering university. The Physics Department of Shanghai University is not a gold-plated signboard. The annual graduation rate is only 70.00% .”

Hearing that someone hadn't handed in the test paper, Yin Zihan looked in Song Zui's direction, and Wu Zhen looked at the boy with worried eyes.

The teacher walked up to the podium and picked up the test paper and changed his tone: "However, I also saw a classmate who was serious about studying and worked hard, and got a good grade of full marks."

The teacher's voice fell into an uproar in the classroom. Yesterday's test paper was more difficult than last year's National College Physics Competition. How could anyone get a perfect score.

Feeling the teacher's gaze cast here, Yin Zihan couldn't help but smile a little, and his body felt buoyant.

What's the use of saying that a nerd is good at learning, if he is playing with him in the applause, the nerd he has dealt with the most in school is this kind of nerd.

"Students with a serious attitude should continue to maintain it without arrogance or impetuosity, but students who are not serious must be punished. I decided to cancel the usual grades of the two students."

"One is Yu Kaifeng from Class Three, and he didn't hand in the test paper on time." The teacher read out his name to the paper, "One is from Class One—"

Wu Zhen was very anxious when he heard the word "Class One" sitting on the chair. It is not a trivial matter to cancel his usual grades. No matter how good Song Zui performed, it would be difficult to get a scholarship.

Yin Zihan turned his head to look at Song Zui, calmly waiting for the teacher to read the boy's name, he would let Song Zui know that offending him would not end well.

The next second the teacher read out the name: "Yin Zihan from Class One."

Hearing his name, Yin Zihan was stunned in disbelief. He had no idea that it was him who had his usual grades cancelled, obviously there would be no loopholes.

All the people in the class cast their eyes on him, his face turned blue and white, the teacher finished speaking and the class began, and he hurried to the podium after class.

"Teacher, did you make a mistake?" Yin Zihan's tone was extremely anxious, "How could I not be serious when I handed in the test paper?"

He didn't know what went wrong, even if Song Zui secretly went to the teacher to make a fuss, there was no evidence, not to mention the young man didn't have the guts, he could only attribute it to the wrong name.

"Seriously?" The teacher's tone was very strange, "What do you think you wrote? The bull's head is wrong!"

Yin Zihan took the test paper thrown by the teacher. The words on the paper were messy and scribbled. Although each question was written densely, there was no connection between them, it just looked like the correct answer.

Sweat oozes from his forehead: "This test paper is not mine!"

"If it's not yours, who else could it be?" The teacher obviously didn't believe his words.

Yin Zihan almost said it was Song Zui's test paper, but fortunately his words got stuck in his throat and stopped in time.

"Your name is written here." The teacher said impatiently, "If it's not yours, who else could it be? Don't say that someone else changed your name. There is no trace of modification on it."

Yin Zihan didn't expect that he would lift a rock and shoot himself in the foot. He looked at the handwriting on the test paper and immediately explained: "The handwriting is different!"

"Look for yourself." Teacher Puwu threw over his last homework, "Is it exactly the same as the handwriting on this test paper?"

The messy handwriting on the test paper was exactly the same as his, no matter how he explained it, the teacher didn't believe it, and he even said, "I took Song Zui for this test paper."

But what made him feel cold all over was the teacher's words: "He handed in the paper in the last class."

The teacher lamented the disparity among the students in his heart. No one else had finished the test papers. Only Song Zui handed in the test papers right after class, and he still got full marks for the correct answers.

And Yin Zihan was heartbroken when he heard the teacher's words. If Song Zui handed in the test paper in the last class, why did he give this test paper to him?An incredible thought suddenly came to his mind.

The teacher ignored him and walked out of the classroom. He turned around and saw the boy was still sitting on the seat reading a book. He couldn't help but walked over and asked angrily, "Did you frame me on purpose?"

The boy was still studying quietly, as if nothing could disturb him, he raised his head and asked lightly, "But wasn't it you who took the test paper?"