Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

It seemed that such a picture had appeared in his memory, but all Song Zui could think of was the scorching sun, and the southwest was so hot that he couldn't breathe.

He withdrew his unclear thoughts and glanced out the window, walked to the empty corridor and said quickly: "Look."

This meant that there was no intention of meeting, but the other party didn't understand at all: "What is this?"

Song Zui could only walk out of the library slowly. The library was built on a mountain with a long road. It was the hottest time and there were not many people coming and going.

As soon as he walked out of the door of the library, his sharp and thin chin was suddenly lifted, and the man held his face in both hands, and he bumped into the other's blue-gray pupils.

"That's called watching."

Because he was forced to look up and was short, he subconsciously stood on tiptoe, and the distance between the two of them was extremely close. I don't know if it was his illusion, but the other party even pinched his face intimately.

Song Zui broke free from the man's restraint suddenly, but his face was heating up silently, probably because the weather was too hot, he lowered his head to avoid the man's gaze.

Coming out of the library every time is not a solution, he said tactfully: "You should find another customer."

"Why should I find other guests?"

He Shanting walked to the shady resting place and didn't sit down immediately. After Song Zui took out a tissue from his schoolbag and wiped it carefully, he sat down on the chair Shi Shiran and opened the bag of cranberry biscuits.

"I want to read literature and write a paper recently." Song Zui thought for a while and answered, "If the paper can be published in a core journal, the college will reward 5 yuan. I need this money urgently recently, and I hope to have a quiet environment to concentrate on my studies. "

Speaking of this, A Ting probably won't look for him again. Although the other party's temperament should not have many customers, A Ting seems to have no shortage of customers. His five yuan is just a drop in the bucket.

But before he finished speaking, a slender hand stuffed cranberry biscuits into his mouth.

The sour and sweet smell of cranberries instantly filled his mouth. As if he didn't hear his words, the man gently stroked the marks on his lips: "Is it delicious?"

Song Zui could only swallow the words back, nodded and evaluated objectively: "The taste is not bad, but the baking temperature of the biscuits can be increased by five degrees, and the skin will be more brown and crispy."

Just as he was looking at the cranberry cookies with a professional eye, he suddenly heard a sentence: "You are wearing clothes worth 70 yuan, why are you suddenly short of 5 yuan?"

As if saying that 70 yuan clothes should only be thrown into the trash can, Song Zui silently thought in his heart that A Ting's consumption concept could not be corrected, so he avoided this topic.

"I'm really going to study."

If it was Wu Zhen, he would definitely leave consciously, but the second after he finished speaking, the man patted his head.

"Next time I will go to the dormitory to find you."

Song Zui froze in place, took a few seconds before taking a deep breath and walking towards the library.

The sense of proportion of a gentleman's friendship seems to be easily broken, or the other party doesn't care about this sense of proportion at all, approaching his world carelessly inch by inch.

And He Shanting looked at the young man's thin back and thought of something and smiled softly. He tied the cranberry paper bag and made a call: "Help me find someone."

"The name is Song Zui."

Song Zui went back to the library to continue reading. He had a new idea for the thesis. He wrote down the inspiration in his notebook, and he didn't return to the dormitory until the library was closed.

As soon as he opened the door, Yin Zihan poured cat litter while holding his nose.

Yin Zihan saw him come back and hurried to please him: "Brother Song, you are usually busy with your studies, so leave the trivial things like shoveling cat litter to me. I cut the fruit on the table for you to eat."

Song Zui was not used to the flattering face of the 1.8-meter tall man, so he almost changed into the maid outfit. Thinking of this scene, he turned his head slowly not to dirty his eyes.

Song Tiantian was very used to Yin Zihan's service, and walked up and down beside Yin Zihan with his tail up, as if he was urging him to shovel up his master's cat litter.

After the lights were turned off, Song Zui was lying on the bed, still thinking about his thesis in his heart, wondering when Teacher Zhang's revisions would come out.

He is still clear about his own strength. Without academic experience, it is easy to publish papers in general journals, but it is difficult to publish papers in core journals by himself.

That's why he found Teacher Zhang to guide him.

He fell into a deep sleep on the pillow while thinking about his thesis, and woke up before six o'clock the next day. After washing up quietly, he went to the library.

He was looking at the white minaret at the foot of the mountain. He was not the first person to come to the library. Scattered students were walking on the mountain road with books on their backs. Some people joked that this mountain road was full of ascetic monks.

Song Zui walked up the first step, and more or less understood the principal's intention to build the library on the mountain. Given the status of the university, it was easy to approve land. Sitting in the library every day did not allow time for activities. Walking the long mountain road is a rare rest.

In the office of the nine o'clock teaching building, Teacher Zhang sat on a chair and corrected the first draft of Song Zui's thesis.

Song Zui's thesis is an improvement on the calculation of electromagnetic scattering by the T matrix. He originally thought that there was room for improvement in the calculation method, except for the flaws in the proof, it can be said that there is no room for modification.

When he was grading, the old professor in the office walked in: "I was reading the paper early in the morning, have you heard the news from the courtyard?"

"what news."

"In principle, you will not be re-employed after the short-term employment period ends." The old professor persuaded him earnestly, "You have done a good job in teaching, but you are still not good enough in scientific research."

"Your employment period will end in November. I saw that you are short of a core paper. Now you know the review period for the thesis." The old professor said in a low voice, "Hurry up."

Teacher Zhang was helpless when he heard the words. He also knew that he had to pay close attention, but no inspiration means no inspiration. Under the promotion-or-leave system, less than one-third of young teachers can stay in Shanghai University every year.

Although he knew everything the old professor said, it still cast a heavy shadow in his heart. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Song Zui's first draft.

It wasn't like a manuscript that could be written by a freshman, and it could be sent out without any major revisions and refinements. If it was entrusted, it could be sent out this month. He looked at the manuscript with a struggle on his face.

Song Zui didn't know Teacher Zhang's struggles. He was just preparing his thesis in the library, and the study time always passed quickly, and it was the end of the month before he knew it.

Teacher Zhang has not responded to the guidance on the thesis, and he said he was busy when he went to the office to ask. He politely said hello and did not bother again.

He finished his first dissertation without the guidance of any teacher, which meant he could take a breather from the vast sea of ​​English literature.

Song Zui and Wu Zhen walked out of the classroom after the line substitute class was over. Hou Quan, who was in the class, went downstairs with them, asking Song Zui questions as they walked.

When Hou Quan was flipping through the book, Wu Zhen asked Song Zui, "Are you still going to the library today?"

"Not going today."

"I thought you were going to stay until the library closed again." Wu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, "You go to the library every day, but you didn't see how crazy Yin Zihan was in the dormitory, holding two durians yesterday."

Song Zui wrinkled his nose when he heard that the word durian was so imperceptible.

After checking the books, Hou Quan asked curiously: "Do you go to the library to study every day? No wonder you know all kinds of questions. I only spend two hours reading textbooks every day."

Upon hearing Hou Quan's words, Wu Zhen immediately retorted: "Do you think he went to the library to read textbooks?"

As Song Zui's roommate who gets along day and night, he can guarantee that Song Zui has never read the textbook after class, and he even suspects that the teenager doesn't listen to the class, just to show the teacher face.

"Otherwise what can you do?"

Hou Quan pushed his glasses with thick caps. Although he only read textbooks for two hours, he spent a lot of time on homework after class. In his opinion, everyone was sprinting toward grade points.

"Our Song brother is already writing a thesis." Wu Zhen unconsciously used Yin Zihan's address to Song Zui, "It's still a paper related to group theory."

Hou Quan's eyes showed deep surprise. He didn't expect that he was preparing a thesis in his freshman year, and he wrote the group theory they taught in his junior year.

He thought that the two were on the same track, but he didn't expect Song Zui to distance himself from the beginning, so he couldn't help asking: "What is it written?"

Song Zui replied: "The application of group theory to the problem of symmetrical structure of electromagnetic scattering."

Wu Zhen just got a headache when he heard such a long topic, and he didn't understand how the boy typed out the thesis word by word in the library.

When Hou Quan heard the name of the paper, a look of strangeness appeared in his eyes. Seeing Hou Quan's reaction, Wu Zhen couldn't help asking, "Why is the expression on your face so weird?"

Hou Quan opened his mouth, still hesitant to speak, turned around and prepared to walk towards the canteen in the North District, but Wu Zhen finally grabbed Hou Quan: "Speak up if you have something to say."

Although Hou Quan is not good at interpersonal communication, after all, there are not many in his class who are good at it, and he also knows that there are some things that cannot be said in person.

When he was about to break away and leave, he suddenly saw Song Zui's dark eyes, and the young man said softly, "You can say whatever you want."

Hou Quan stood still as if he was under control, and hesitantly said: "This paper has been published."

"Did you read it wrong?"

Wu Zhen knew that Song Zui read the literature day and night, and if it was a published paper, he would definitely have an impression. The only possibility is that he accidentally crashed a car recently.

"It's written in the school newspaper."

Hou Quan took out the school newspaper.

He didn't know whether the bumping into the subject was intentional or unintentional, but it was understandable if it was unintentional. If it was intentional, he could only say that Song Zui was too courageous, even daring to copy the papers of associate professors from other colleges.

Song Zui took the school newspaper from Hou Quan's hand.

The news that a young teacher was promoted to associate professor was congratulated in the newspaper, and this paper was included in the book, and it was published this month, and the teacher was none other than—

It was Zhang Xiao.