Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zuika's hands in mid-air were at a loss, they clenched into a ball and then let go, paused and continued to take off the clothes on his head, and got the last piece of clothes——

The fabric of the clothes was silk with a cold texture, and the other party's hands took off the clothes for him, just like uncovering the hijab on his head.

The cloth slipped gently from his forehead to the eyelids to his lips, and the man bent down again to meet his gaze, a pair of blue-gray eyes facing him, as if filled with a breathtaking mist.

Reason told Song Zui that he should refuse. He didn't think there was any difference in the clothes, it was just a layer of cloth wrapped around his body, but he agreed in a strange way.

He put the clothes in his hands into the closet, chose the most common shirt, and went to the bathroom to change.

He Shanting walked to the boy's desk, which was full of books on physics and mathematics, as well as related instruments, neatly arranged without looking messy, and a book was spread out on the table.

And Song Zui leaned against the door wall of the bathroom and didn't change his clothes for a long time. The sun was cast from the leaves of the blinds, and the shirt he held in his hand was covered with light spots.

He told himself it was no big deal, it was just a change of clothes, boys on the basketball court would change their shirts in public.

Song Zui hung the shirt on the hook on the tiled wall, took a deep breath and took off the thin sweater, and the clothes slowly left the skin from bottom to top.

Wu Zhen and Yin Zihan were not there, and the dormitory was particularly quiet. Fortunately, the rickety fan on the ceiling was making creaking noises, which more or less covered the sound of clothes falling off.

He was about to change his clothes quickly, when a man's voice suddenly came: "Are you studying every day?"

Song Zui didn't expect the other party to ask this question. He almost thought he was talking about Song Tiantian, but he stopped and answered, "What else can you do without reading?"

After finishing the words, the man chuckled lightly, the smile was low and low in his throat, the tone was nice but indescribable.

His ears warmed up.

"I can also go to the laboratory to do experiments, or participate in club activities, but I don't like to participate in this. I am usually busy reading books."

Song Zui wanted to get dressed properly and answered quickly.

"Freshman is so busy." One after another came from outside, "Want to publish the paper as soon as possible?"

"No." He shook his head and denied, "There is no money for publishing papers, and maybe you have to pay page fees, thank you."

The voice outside the door stopped.

Because he was afraid that the other party would be impatient for waiting too long, Song Zui quickly fastened the buttons of his shirt, not noticing that two buttons were loosely fastened, and broke free with a slight movement.

Although he changed his clothes quickly, he hesitated for a while with his hand on the doorknob, the door creaked, and finally he mustered up the courage to unscrew the doorknob and walk out.

He Shanting slightly raised his eyelids.

Song Zui was wearing a loose white shirt, the silky fabric hugged his skin, the first three buttons were loosely undone, and a large area of ​​smooth skin was exposed at the neckline, which contrasted with the tightly fastened buttons below, forming a sense of both Pure and lustful taste.

The young man's dark phoenix eyes were filled with a bit of cold lacquer, the skin around the eyes was extremely thin, and there was a slight blush, which seemed to attract people's attention, and made people want to cry on the desk.

Song Zui is not a person who is easily nervous, but when he realized that the other party's gaze fell on his collar, he suddenly became nervous for some reason.

He buckled the loose button after knowing it, half to ease the embarrassment, half to really want to ask, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Is it okay for me to wear this dress?"

He only heard an emotionless hum, and he breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, while He Shanting narrowed his deep and sharp eyes.

Not only is it okay.

He did not deny that Song Zui's appearance was the type he liked from the very beginning, the clothes were picked out by himself, and the appearance was what he liked, like an extremely beautiful work of art.

Time passed by, and from Song Zui's perspective, he could only see the man making a call calmly and turning around, he subconsciously asked, "Did you leave so soon?"

The other party just reached out and touched his head, then walked out of the dormitory and closed the door, which was a very clear affirmation.

Song Zui pursed his moist lips, sat on a chair and read a book as usual, immersed in the ocean of learning.

Compared with the old clothes that abraded the skin in the past, the soft texture of the clothes will not distract him, and he will not see the thread between his wrists when turning the pages of the book.

Smelling the imperceptible mist on his clothes, he sat up straight suddenly, staring at the closed door without blinking, feeling inexplicable emotions in his heart.

He hasn't even paid five dollars yet.

In the afternoon, Principal Zhou received an unexpected phone call. After walking out of the meeting, he deliberately changed into formal clothes and waited in the school hall. The principal's wife was beside him curiously: "Who is here?"

"Heshan Pavilion."

Everyone knew the weight behind these three words. When she heard the name, the headmaster's wife showed strong surprise in her eyes. Under the influence of good and restrained tutoring, she didn't open her mouth but just blinked.

He Shanting didn't have a background in studying in China, and he had never heard of this guy favoring any domestic university. This time he would unexpectedly visit Shanghai University, so they had to be fully prepared.

There are quite a few political and business celebrities who came to the school, so there is no need to be so hostile, because He Shanting is notoriously difficult to get along with, and he is afraid that he will be hated if he doesn't entertain well.

The principal and his wife were very curious about He Shanting's arrival. Unexpectedly, after He Shanting's visit, he just explained the funding of the School of Physics in an approachable manner. Principal Zhou's preparations were all in vain: "I thought you would be interested in the School of Economics."

The School of Economics receives the most funding every year, and the School of Economics has been in a state of no one's interest for many years.

"Science is the cornerstone of the development of human society."

It is true to say so, but the development of modern physics has slowed down, moving forward slowly in the cloud of quantum doubts, even if there are geniuses appearing, they are only small breakthroughs limited to the field, like a drop of water falling into the ocean.

Principal Zhou has changed his mind about He Shanting. He originally thought that He Shanting would be a very secular person, but he did not expect that He Shanting cared about the development of science, and he also knew a lot about artworks in his speech. A little bit.

They talked and visited the school. Principal Zhou led him into the library and said, "This is a newly built library in our school. The land has not been approved and we can only build it on the mountain. It took five years to complete it."

He Shanting's eyes turned to the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window. A young man with curly hair was reciting silently by the window with a book. He seemed to be in a bad mood. He calmly looked away.

"If it wasn't too sudden today, I would have made you a dessert." The principal's wife said regretfully, "The cranberry cookies I made are delicious."

"She enrolled in a class." Principal Zhou mentioned his wife with a proud tone, "Don't think she doesn't usually cook, but she makes decent desserts."

"I'm not doing very well." The headmaster's wife said modestly, "There is a boy in the class who is doing better than me. He was the one who asked for advice on how to make cranberry cookies, but he hasn't been to class for a long time."

"That's a pity." Principal Zhou asked He Shanting, "Why don't you come to our house for dinner tonight? The servants at home can cook authentic German dishes."

"Next time."

"Is there anything else to do at this time?" Principal Zhou asked.

He is going to cook a sumptuous Chinese-German dinner at home, paired with Munich malt wine. If he remembers correctly, He Shanting grew up in Germany, so he should not refuse his invitation.

He Shanting glanced at the young man by the window.

"It's been a long time, and there is a kid who is not happy."