Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Rationally told Assistant Fang that this was a fallacy, Song Zui usually loved cats and dogs, and He Shanting pretended to be weak, helpless and pitiful, it was hard for people not to have the idea of ​​helping the poor.

But he couldn't refute He Shanting's logic, and felt that what he said made sense inadvertently. After get off work, he could only watch He Shanting walk away with his homework.

Because it took time for homework, Assistant Fang stayed in the office to work overtime, and he couldn't help sighing, hoping that there would be no homework tomorrow.

In the night school, Mr. Zhong sat on the podium to correct homework. He wrinkled his nose while correcting. The students in this class were too poor.

He had no idea of ​​correcting, and when he was about to close the homework, he saw a homework with neat and neat handwriting. Although the rules were more than enough, but there was no difference without comparison, it looked like a fairy among the ghostly symbols.

Not only the words are well written, but the accounting entries are all correct.

Teacher Zhong was so relieved that he almost cried. His class was finally not in vain. For this reason, he specially praised this classmate when the class was over.

"I took a look at the homework that everyone handed in during the break. I returned everything I taught yesterday to the teacher. Deposits from other places are also currency funds. Only Song Ting got full marks for his homework. Everyone should learn from him."

He Shanting wore earplugs to read the documents, and didn't hear what Teacher Zhong said at all. Teacher Zhong believed that this student with a nice name was neither arrogant nor impatient, and that he might be the first in the class in the December primary exam.

On the contrary, Song Zui, who was waiting for He Shanting to come home by the door, suddenly felt a sense of pride when he heard Teacher Zhong's evaluation, and he was happier than when he was praised by the teacher.

He looked confused and analyzed the reason, probably because he had heard too many compliments, and he envied the scumbags who had a lot of room for improvement.

After class, He Shanting walked up to the boy, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Why did you come to pick me up?"

Song Zui replied honestly: "My classroom happens to be opposite your classroom, and I just came over after class."

"Just like that?"

The man stared fixedly into his eyes, as if he was expecting something. Song Zui was a little puzzled by the scorching gaze. What could be the reason other than this? If the other party was in a class, he immediately packed his schoolbag and went to the library .

He Shanting saw the young man nodding hesitantly, and it became more and more obvious that the smile hadn't dissipated, and the originally cold and attractive facial features became brighter, like blue gentian flowers in full bloom with a snap.

Song Zui was pissed off by this laugh. He probably didn't do anything to make the other party angry. After confirming that he didn't, he boldly moved forward.

This can't be blamed on him being too careful. Most people would just keep their anger in their stomachs and endure it silently. The anger of the person next to him would definitely make others unhappy, and he wished the whole world could coax him.

Delicate.

Song Zui groaned silently in his heart. He was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, which was full of tomes borrowed from the library, and the shoulder straps were loose due to the weight.

When he stopped to pick up his schoolbag, one hand pinched his shoulder, and the next second the heavy schoolbag was gently lifted away.

"I can carry it by myself."

If he can't memorize even this little book, he won't be able to eat fresh rice in He's house. The other party put on his schoolbag and said in a loose voice, "I want to memorize it."

Song Zui thinks that A Ting is squeamish, and he will lose sleep when he hears the sound of water droplets when he sleeps, but sometimes he is so gentle, so gentle that he is like a sinking sun without a sound.

It was 10:30 when we got home, and it was still early for the break. Song Zui pulled out a chair and sat down at the desk, and submitted his newly written paper to the Journal of Physics.

The subject of his dissertation research is the study of topological invariants in topological insulators. It is proved that the two theories describing three-dimensional topological insulators are equivalent under the limit condition of no interaction. At the same time, a topological invariant defined by Green's function can be applied to An insulator with which electrons interact.

Because he won a prize of 15 in the competition, he didn’t expect to submit a paper so quickly, but if he rents a small house, it will be gone in a few months. He must have a stable source of funds. Publishing a core paper can get 5 yuan from the courtyard. bonus.

He submitted the thesis to the mailbox of the journal, put down his mobile phone and saw the man leaning on the sofa and reading a magazine with bright and beautiful scrolls. He was in a happy mood and had no sense of urgency for the exam at all.

Song Zui walked over and reminded: "Did you finish your homework?"

"Not going to write."

"Why don't you write today?"

Obviously the other party read the book for a while yesterday, even though he read it perfunctorily, the homework he handed in was praised by the teacher, so he shouldn't change his mind and stop studying today.

He Shanting lazily flipped through the art magazine in his hand.

"I don't want to write."

Song Zui was shocked by this straightforward answer. He didn't know that he was spoiled by pampering. He thought it was a scumbag who spent two days fishing and three days drying the net. He was too familiar with this decadent mentality, and he needed someone to force him. .

He put on a cold face and put on the airs of the patron: "If you don't want to write, you have to write, or you can go out and live by yourself, and if you don't know if you don't know, it will be contagious."

He Shanting twitched the corners of his lips and walked to the desk to sit down. No one would talk to a crush like that. Sure enough, Song Zui's liking for him was an illusion. This little fox has no heart.

Originally, there was only one chair at the desk, but Song Zui brought a second chair from the waste disposal station downstairs. He sat next to him and read a book while urging him to study: "If you want to live, do your homework quickly."

After speaking, he felt that the other party was staring at him, as if gazing at his face inch by inch, he lowered his eyes unnaturally and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The man raised his eyebrows and his tone was unclear.

"See how cruel your heart is."

Is this cruel?

Song Zui choked speechlessly, not knowing what to say, he thought for a while and lowered his head to read the book, and at the end his brain was a little exhausted due to lack of oxygen.

He took out a piece of Swiss candy from his bag, and carefully peeled off the sugar coating. The strawberry-flavored candy gave off a sweet smell. Before he could eat it, someone grabbed his wrist firmly.

In the next second, the other party lowered his head and took the candy from his hand, and inevitably licked it at his fingertips. It was warm and sticky to the touch, and his body froze for a moment.

The corner of the man's lips slightly curved up as if he had completed a small revenge, and then he fluttered away from the chair, Song Zui looked at the paper left behind.

The other party finished all the questions.

His fingertips trembled slowly, took a deep breath and continued to read, but the smell of strawberries in the air was lingering, and he licked his index finger with the smell.

When he realized his actions, his ears turned red, and the heat seemed to rise to the Tianling acupoint. He felt that it was necessary for someone to regulate his words and deeds, and stop flirting every day.

Liu Qiuping, as the editor of Acta Physica, conducted a preliminary review of the papers received by mailbox.

The content of the preliminary review is relatively simple, mainly on the bright side, such as whether the research direction of the article is the same as the direction of publication in the journal. Papers that fail the preliminary review will be rejected directly, and will be sent to external review after passing the preliminary review.

A paper attracted his attention. The title was "Research on Topological Invariance in Topological Insulators". The paper put forward a new view on topological invariance, but the author frowned when he saw that the author was a first-year undergraduate student.

Undergraduates do not have the ability to independently publish papers at all, and even if they do, it is difficult to judge the legitimacy of the source of the paper, and there is a risk of academic scandals. Most core journals do not use undergraduate manuscripts.

Liu Qiuping sent a rejection letter without hesitation.

Song Zui received the rejection letter on the afternoon of the second day. Judging from the review process of core journals, the speed was unbelievably fast. He looked at the phone screen and pursed his lips.

He asked Mr. Li from the general object class, and the teacher frowned: "It is reasonable to say that it will not be so fast. It may be that something went wrong in the first review. Why don't you call the editor?"

Song Zui politely said thank you and walked out of the office, found the phone contact information on the back of the publication, and dialed the editor's phone on the quiet stairs.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"Hello, editor." He replied politely, "That's right. The manuscript I submitted yesterday was rejected today. The reason was not stated in the rejection letter. I would like to ask if there is something wrong with the initial review?"

Although he was not sure that his paper would pass the external review and be published, it would not be rejected in the first review.

Liu Qiuping heard a boy's voice frowning on the phone. He was most troubled by someone who called to plead for mercy after rejecting the manuscript. He either couldn't graduate or couldn't get a job title, and made a fuss over the paper.

Thinking of this, he directly stated: "Are you that student from Shanghai University? I returned your manuscript, and we don't accept papers from undergraduates."

Sure enough, the boy's voice was calm but unrelenting.

"There was no such regulation before." Liu Qiuping didn't want to waste time on useless disputes, and his voice was a little out of control: "You have nothing to do with me. Do you think it is possible for an undergraduate to complete a thesis independently? How big is it? It is considered a good achievement for a graduate student to complete a review.”

"I can do it."

Liu Qiuping laughed angrily at the young man's steady answer, and he said angrily: "You don't believe my evaluation, why don't you go to Mr. Yang? Ask Mr. Yang if you are qualified to publish a paper, and I will serve you some tea." Water will make amends for you."

Of course he was joking. Mr. Yang is a leader in the field of physics in Huaguo, how could he pay attention to an undergraduate student, who would have thought that he heard the boy say yes.

You can't really find Mr. Yang, can you?

Liu Qiuping stopped himself from this strange thought, but today this young man was indeed different from other rejecters, he did not face him with trepidation at all, even though his words were polite, he always felt that the other party called him an idiot in his heart.

On the other side, Song Zui hung up the phone and uttered the word idiot. He felt that his temper, which he had controlled for three years, was gradually increasing, and he attributed it to being close to black.

He found Mr. Yang's mailbox in the memo. Although the other party said he was welcome to ask for advice, he was embarrassed to waste the old man's time, and he had nothing to ask for advice.

He likes to solve the problems in physics learning by himself. It may take three days to think about a proof, but this is the charm of physics. It makes people immerse themselves in the world of theory, which is a chaotic but pure white world.

He sent the paper tentatively, without mentioning the dispute with the editor, but only asked whether he was eligible to publish it in the Acta Physica.

After Mr. Yang finished the seminar, he returned to the laboratory and saw the email from Song Zui. He shook his head when he saw the last sentence. This means that the submission of the paper was rejected.

It is also common for the doctoral students he leads to be rejected. It is estimated that the young man has no face and has not experienced many things, and he is at a loss when encountering rejections.

He couldn't interfere with the decision of the magazine, he could only help to see if there was any room for improvement in the paper. He put on his reading glasses and clicked on the paper.

Mr. Yang has seen too many scientific breakthroughs in his life, and there is no fluctuation in ordinary papers, but this paper surprised him a bit.

The content of the thesis is a partial overthrow and supplement of the old point of view. It is not a ground-breaking achievement, but it can be as large as the discussion and proof, as small as the format and punctuation without the slightest error, like a carefully polished work of art.

Going to the domestic core is indeed enough.

He realized that the boy was looking for him to make the decision. He looked at the paper on the screen and laughed. Naturally, he couldn't ignore it when he came to the door. He asked his assistant to call the editor-in-chief of "Journal of Physics".

After Liu Qiuping was called to the editor's office in the afternoon, he was at a loss. He didn't understand why the editor was looking for him. The editor sat in his seat and took a sip of tea: "Today, you returned a manuscript written by a freshman?"

Liu Qiuping froze for a moment and nodded: "If a first-year student doesn't study hard and do some academic work, he might not know whether the thesis is his or not. You won't educate me because of this, right? Then I will definitely not accept it."

The editor-in-chief sighed deeply.

"Do you know whose student that man is?"

"It can't be Mr. Yang."

Liu Qiuping was quite disdainful of the editor-in-chief's words, but when he saw the editor-in-chief nodding, his lips were dry: "Is it true?"

He felt that the editor-in-chief was joking with him, how could Mr. Yang be willing to be a teacher for children.

The editor-in-chief put down the teacup heavily angrily and amusedly: "I don't have time to joke with you, just now the old man called himself to ask why his student was rejected when he was doing well, how do you want me to explain to the old man that we The editor's vision is higher than his?"

There was deep shock in Liu Qiuping's eyes. He thought the young man was blunt when he said that he would show Mr. Yang his thesis, but he didn't expect that he not only knew Mr. Yang but also was a student of Mr. Yang.

Ordinary undergraduates do not have the ability to independently complete excellent thesis, but being able to become Mr. Yang's student itself shows extremely high talent. Mr. Yang's last student won the much-anticipated Dirac Award.

If I had known that Song Zui was Mr. Yang’s student, it would have been too late for him to establish a relationship. They did not lack good papers, but they lacked high-quality papers. The so-called high-quality papers are of course not wholesale excellent master’s and doctoral theses, but papers that have aroused discussions in the academic circle.

He didn't dare to extravagantly ask for Mr. Yang's manuscript to be published. If he could establish a good relationship with Song Zui, there might be a steady stream of high-quality papers in the future.

Liu Qiuping was so regretful that his intestines were green, the editor-in-chief said in a slow tone: "You have lost your bonus this month, so I don't need to teach you what to do."

Liu Qiuping felt sorry for his bonus, and hurriedly dialed Song Zui's contact number when he left the office.

Song Zui who had just finished class raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the caller ID. The editor's call came sooner than he expected, and he thought it would be tomorrow.

He answered the phone, and a very polite voice came from the phone: "Hi Song Zui, I made a mistake in reviewing your thesis, and I apologize to you here, because the space is limited and I can't publish your article immediately this week. Let’s see if it’s okay next week? No need to pay any page fees.”

If it wasn't for the same voice on the phone as in the morning, Song Zui almost thought it was a different person. When he was silent, the other party gritted his teeth and said, "It's not impossible to publish this week."

"It doesn't have to be."

I don't know what Mr. Yang went to say. Song Zui was quite satisfied with the other party's apology, and the two of them had nothing indelible. Now that the matter of being able to publish the paper is over, he hung up the phone politely.

It's just that as soon as I hung up the phone here, Mr. Yang called, and he answered the phone.

Mr. Yang's voice was still stern: "If you have time to do more experiments and read more books, don't be too obsessed with publishing papers. Looking back, you will find that what you wrote at this stage is rubbish."

Song Zui listened one by one.

Although Mr. Yang made his paper worthless, he still took the initiative to find a journal to solve the paper for him. This stern old gentleman is very cute.

After hanging up the phone, he got the book list given by Mr. Yang. He looked at the book list higher than others and fell silent. He suddenly felt the feeling of Ating being forced to read.

At night, Song Zui didn't urge Ating to do his homework as usual. When the other party came back from class, he turned on the TV: "What program do you want to watch? You don't need to do your homework in the future."

The man paused and glanced at him, then sat down on the chair to do his homework.

Song Zui didn't know if the other party was angry because of the high-pressure policy of the past two days. He didn't even watch TV. He opened the renting software to find a house, and didn't pay attention to the silent gaze of the other party.

He fell in love with a house on Zhuangyuan Road on the software. In the photo, the small white house is emeraldly located in a yard full of flowers. Although it will take [-] a month, he still went to see the house.

However, what I saw when I went there was a dilapidated courtyard, and the cold air swirled over the barren vegetation, vividly explaining what Internet fraud is. It really makes sense that this house cannot be rented out.

Song Zui turned around and left.

The landlord quickly followed up and explained: "This yard is not taken care of. It would be beautiful if I could take care of it. If it weren't for my family planning to go abroad, I wouldn't want to rent it out."

Seeing that Song Zui was unmoved, the landlord reluctantly said, "How about the rent of 2 yuan per month? Zhuangyuan Road is really good in Fengshui, so it's not a loss to live here."

Song Zui stopped, and the landlord continued to beat the side drum: "You really don't believe in Fengshui, there are two or three champions on this road, why don't you call it the champion road."

Song Zui's change of mind was not because of Feng Shui, but because it was unexpectedly quiet here, there were no asphalt roads for vehicles, only sidewalks surrounded by sycamore trees, unlike the noisy night market in the apartment building they lived in.

If Ating lived here, he would not suffer from insomnia. He signed a contract with the landlord, and the landlord happily handed him the key: "The house is fully equipped with electrical appliances and furniture, so you can live in directly."

Song Zui took the key and didn't answer. He definitely wouldn't live in it because of his cleanliness. After the landlord left, he started cleaning the house.

The house is divided into upper and lower floors. The lower floor is the living room and kitchen, and the upper floor is the study and bedroom. The area of ​​120 square meters is not too large, but it takes a lot of time to clean it.

The young man carefully wiped every corner of the house, wore a mask and sprayed disinfectant, and put the unused interlining on the sterilized tables and chairs, and the white house suddenly became colorful.

After cleaning the house, he went to the flower market to buy a whole plant of roses. The roses would bloom from early summer to the end of autumn. Next spring, he wondered if he could plant small roses all over the ground.He ruthlessly pulled out the withered and yellow vegetation, and replaced them with pink and white briars. Because the roots just planted were unstable, they trembled and swayed in the wind, looking like little suns.

After Song Zui took care of the house, he took off the gloves soaked in flower mud, washed his hands and walked back to the apartment building he rented before. When he opened the door, the man was sitting on the sofa and feeding the cat.

The picture was so unbelievable that he closed the door and reopened it, and when he opened the door again, he realized that he had seen it right.

Is this still the Ting Ting who wants to send the kitten to work in a cat cafe?He attributed it to the unsolved mysteries of the unit building, and said to the man: "You pack your things."

The air was silent for a while.

He was about to urge him again, when he suddenly heard a sentence from behind him: "I do my homework every day."

Song Zui sounded puzzled, seeing that the other party hadn't moved, he helped pack his luggage, he was going to send A Ting there and come back to pack his things.

He thought that the other party had a lot of things, but in fact it was less than a suitcase. The most expensive clothes were the sweaters he bought. She didn't look like a coquettish young lady at all. He pursed his lips and closed the zipper of the suitcase.

He took the suitcase in one hand and went downstairs with the suitcase in the other. The two walked under the hazy moonlight. When they were about to arrive at the house on Zhuangyuan Road, he suppressed the joy of moving into his new home: "Don't you ask where you are going?"

"unnecessary."

It wasn't until this time that Song Zui realized that something was wrong with the other party since yesterday, so he asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you going to drive me away?"

He Shanting lowered his eyes and spoke indifferently, but the ending revealed a fleeting emotion.

Song Zui was deeply confused by this accusation. When did he say that he was going to drive the other party away? He rented a barely big house today, and what he really wanted to say was that he said last week that he would go out and live without doing his homework.

He suddenly remembered that he told Ating not to do his homework yesterday. The other party would think it was a tactful way to drive him away. No wonder he emphasized that he did his homework every day. Today, he took the initiative to feed the cat to try to stay. He had to say that he could hold his breath.

Song Zui stopped on the steps of the courtyard gate, and handed out a silver key in the palm of his hand.

He Shanting didn't go up the steps and stood on the flat ground, and didn't take the key from Song Zui. The young man seemed helpless and said, "I didn't want to drive you away. I advised you not to do your homework because I was afraid that you would work too hard. By the way, there is one more thing."

The indifference in his eyes showed traces of melting, and then he saw the young man push open the courtyard door behind him.

Wild roses were in full bloom all over the place, and there was a small white house among the roses everywhere. Under the moonlight, the boy's skin was extremely fair, almost creamy in texture, more beautiful than roses, and he said to him a little shyly.

"This is our new home."

Like an ice blade breaking through the thin ice on the sea, the indifference in He Shanting's eyes disappeared completely. He was reluctant to buy 20 yuan milk but rented a big house just for him. How could he suspect that the boy didn't like him?

Song Zui must like him, thinking of this, he reached out and hugged the boy on the steps, lowering his blue-gray eyes.

It doesn't matter if he likes it.

And Song Zui was caught off guard by being hugged by the waist, and the sound of the wind pouring into his ears, almost fell into the opponent's arms from the low steps.

This is not the first time they hugged. The previous hugs were like comforting a child. This time his waist was tightly bound, and he became—

Extra aggressive.