How can I always be treated as a woman

When get out of class was over, Jing Xing, who was planning to go to the courtyard to pack his things, was arrested by the old professor.

"Student Jing Xing, are you okay in the morning? I remember that your department has no classes in the morning." The old professor stopped Jing Xing who was about to go out.

You have already said that, what else can I say, Jing Xing said blackly: "It's okay, teacher."

Jing Xing, who has just graduated from high school, is still used to addressing professors as teachers.

So Jing Xing was requisitioned by the old professor for most of the morning to help the old professor sort out his collection of books, a whole room!Mess!All over the place!It made Jing Xing, who loves books, feel distressed for a long time.Handwritten Annotated Collection of the Four Books of the Qing Dynasty!A whole set of medical books!Limited Edition Poems!Tome Kangxi dictionary!Just like that, they were randomly placed all over the walls and tables!

After giving Jing Xing the task, the old professor sat down at the only table in the room that was a little free, poured a large enamel pot of boiled water for himself and Jing Xing, and said, "First classify the books according to the type, and then classify them according to It’s not difficult to sort the books in alphabetical order, right? Don’t worry about these, take your time!”

This... can't be in a hurry, right?Where is this morning's work?That's a month's work!Jing Xing sent Lan Wanhua a message, and after explaining the situation, he resigned himself to his fate and started to act.Jing Xing, a Virgo, has always been an expert at tidying up things. He took a general look at the types of books in the old professor's collection, first moved the books that were scattered on the shelf to the floor, picked up a book at random, and searched for Chinese books on Baidu. For the sorting method of the hanging book classification method, roughly look at the classification, put it on an empty bookshelf, then tear a piece of paper from the old professor's desk, write the classification, and paste it on the corresponding bookshelf. And so on.

When tidying up the books, Jing Xing would inevitably turn to the inside pages of the books. The dense notes and thoughts filled the blank space of the pages. Sitting on the ground, he watched intently.

The old professor who was reading at the desk next to him looked at Jing Xing who was sitting on the ground concentrating on reading, and smiled slightly without interrupting.

All Jing Xing's attention was absorbed by the wisdom in the book for half the morning, and he didn't even drink his saliva.It wasn't until the old professor handed over the steamed bun packed in a plastic bag from the school cafeteria that Jing Xing realized that it was already noon.

Xiaolongbao was made of shredded radish and dried shrimp. The skin of the bun was covered in a plastic bag and wrinkled from soaking. Jing Xing held it in his hand, frowned, and after a long time of mental training, he still didn’t have the courage to stuff it in. mouth.

"What? Still despise it?" After taking a bite of the same steamed bun as Jing Xing was holding, the old man, who had lived a hard life, looked down on Jing Xing's picky eaters.

"Teacher, can I borrow your kitchen for a while?" Jing Xing said, and glanced out at the old man's small kitchen, where all the pots and pans seemed to be complete.

"The only thing in the kitchen is flour, rice and water." My wife went to my daughter's house to look after the children, and the old man who stayed alone in the vacant room couldn't cook, so naturally there would be no food in the kitchen.The old man looked at the half-eaten steamed stuffed bun in his hand, and there was a subtle dislike on his face, what should he do if he had some expectations for Jing Xing's craftsmanship?

"It's fine if you have noodles." Jing Xing snickered, it seemed that the old man didn't like eating in the cafeteria either.

So the steamed stuffed bun brought by the old professor from the cafeteria was cheaper than the neighbor’s big yellow dog. Jing Xing, who got permission, searched around the kitchen, and only found a wrinkled, unknowingly old green onion and a green onion that had already grown. Buds of garlic.The seasoning is very complete, including pepper, aniseed, chili oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Jing Xing sighed lightly, fortunately, it's not the end of the day!Activate the dough with water, add salt, alkali, and clear oil, knead it well and wake it up, Jing Xing chopped the green onion and garlic into pieces, after the dough wakes up, use a big rolling pin to roll out a sheet of the same big dough, fold it in a fan shape, Cut with a knife.Jing Xing was good at knives, just heard "bang bang bang bang—" and picked up the stacked noodles with his hands, and the noodles with uniform thickness appeared on the noodle table.

When Jing Xing was cooking, the old professor watched the whole process behind Jing Xing. Jing took a step, and the old professor followed. As the noodles gradually took shape, the old professor's expression gradually showed some unobvious salivation.

Noticing the old professor's appearance as a child, Jing Xing thought it was funny, and when the noodles came out of the pot, he deliberately scooped up an extra chopstick for him.

Sprinkle chili noodles, salt, light soy sauce, vinegar, chopped green onion and garlic on the noodles, and pour hot oil on the surface in another pot. Due to the lack of time and materials, Jing Xing made a simplified version of hand-rolled noodles with oil splash noodle.

Putting the extra bowl of noodles in front of the old professor, the father and son had a simple lunch at the table next to them.The old man "Hula Hula——" "Suck it, suck it—" He ate a large bowl of noodles in a few strokes.Jing Xing, who was at the same table, was stunned, and suddenly remembered a slogan "Good teeth, good appetite, good food!"

After filling his stomach, the old professor took the bowl to wash it, Jing Xing was startled, and hurriedly said, "Teacher, let me do the washing!"

The old professor seriously pushed Jing Xing's hand away, and said, "You cook the rice, how can I ask you to wash the dishes again!"

Jing Xing, who didn't let his elders work, he was used to being idle, stood a little uneasy next to the old professor, only to hear the old professor say while washing the dishes: "I heard that old man Liang recommended you to me earlier, saying that you are good at playing the piano. I thought it was that old slippery man taking care of Lan Wanhua's face. Now it seems that at least cooking is good, are you interested in learning from me?"

Speaking of this, the old professor finished washing the dishes, turned his head to look at Jing Xing, and wanted to hear what he had to say.

Jing Xing was flattered when he heard this!Professor Qian can be called the Big Dipper in Chinese literary circles. How many people want to study under him, but the old professor's graduate students are notoriously difficult to pass. If one person gets the old professor's favor in three to five years, even if Very good.Now the old professor's words mean that he wants to admit himself!

"Yes, I'm interested!" Jing Xing was a little incoherent excitedly. Soon, Jing Xing realized that there was a problem with his wording, and quickly bowed to the old professor, and shouted very obediently: "Teacher!"

This "teacher" is fundamentally different from the "teacher" that Jing Xing called earlier.The ancients accepted apprentices, and the apprentices were called "Master". They were both masters and fathers. Once they entered the door, they would last a lifetime. It was an intimate relationship second only to father and son.Although this relationship has faded a lot now, and the procedure of accepting apprentices has been simplified into one sentence, Jing Xing still feels that his relationship with the old professor is no longer alienated when he shouts "Teacher".

"Okay! It's almost time for class in the afternoon. Go to class quickly, and be careful of being late! English class, take care of it, foreign classic literature, no matter how good the translated version is, it's better to just try to figure out the original." The old professor said Then, I added a large handful of jasmine tea with jasmine in it, the unit price will never exceed 100 yuan, two tablespoons of white sugar, stirred it with a chopstick, took a sip of the taste, satisfied nod.

Jing Xing nodded quickly, he understood the truth of what the old professor said, not to mention his English level is not bad, his spoken English may be poor, but his reading level is definitely good!

After saying goodbye to Professor Qian, Jing Xing went out, thinking about English class, there is no textbook... what should I do?The English teacher said that you will listen to the listening comprehension this afternoon?Or just skip class?Or take the risk of being late and go back to the courtyard to get the textbooks?

Jing Xing was not without entanglement in his thoughts, and walked out in a daze, only to hear Professor Qian yelling from behind: "After class, don't forget to come over and help me tidy up the bookshelves!"

Jing Xing, who was about to go out, tripped over the threshold of the gate and almost fell down.

"Got it!" Jing Xing replied loudly, thinking, it's better to go back to the courtyard to get the textbooks, if the teacher caught skipping class and sued the teacher, it would be bad.

Glancing at his watch, he saw that there were still 20 minutes before class in the afternoon, which should be enough time. Thinking of this, Jing Xing simply trotted up.

"School beauty! Why are you running?" Lu Yu, who had formed a friendship with Jing Xing during the military training, saw Jing Xing running wildly on the street regardless of his image, so he ran two quick steps and grabbed Jing Xing's clothes and asked.

"English listening in the afternoon, I forgot to bring my listening textbook! Let go of me, I'm going to be late!" Jing Xing glanced at his watch again, there were 15 minutes left.

"I'm with you! Run faster, both of you!" Saying this, Chen Yi took Jing Xing's hand and said while running, "Hey! It's been a long time since I've experienced the feeling of running with the wind after military training. !"

Jing Xing, who was unprepared, was staggered by Chen Yi. He accelerated two steps and ran in front of Chen Yi to lead the way. There was no way, this kid was about to run in the wrong direction.

As a result, there was a scene on the campus where the grassroots of the Faculty of Arts and the flower of the University of B ran wildly on the campus, and the crowd was so shocked that they quickly took out their mobile phones-Miaopai video!

Someone led the way, and the speed was indeed much faster, but within 5 minutes, Jing Xing and the two had arrived at the courtyard. Jing Xing fumbled in his pocket, and it was over... Changed clothes in the morning, and did not bring the key!

"I said school belle, you didn't bring the key, did you?" Chen Yi exclaimed.

"Congratulations, you got the answer right, but you don't get extra points!" Jing Xing felt that he was a bit unlovable, so should he skip class now or skip class?

At this moment, Lu Songlin opened the street door and walked out, saw Jing Xing standing at the door of the separate street door in the East Wing, walked straight over, and asked, "Why? Didn't you bring the key?"

Jing Xing nodded, not knowing how to face Lu Songlin.

Lu Songlin took out the key from his pocket, unlocked the door, took the key of the East Wing from the key ring and handed it to Jing Xing, with a trace of nostalgia, tenderness and relief on his face, he stared at Jing Xing intently , as if imprinting Jing Xing's appearance in his heart like this, he said: "If you want to check out, you pack up your things and go straight away. There are a lot of things, let Lan Wanhua find someone to help you move them. Before leaving, put the keys It's fine on the desk, I'm going on a business trip for a while, and I may not be at home in the near future, if something happens..."

Speaking of this, Lu Songlin seemed to be thinking of something, paused, and said: "If there is anything, I probably don't need me. You, take good care of yourself. That's it... goodbye!"

This good-bye seemed to be filled with endless melancholy, which made Jing Xing feel sad for a while, but Jing Xing was not a sloppy character either.

"Goodbye." Jing Xing said goodbye to Lu Songlin, but after this farewell, will the goodbye be different?

Lu Songlin took a small step at his feet, as if he wanted to step forward to hug Jing Xing, but he forcibly controlled himself, forcibly turned his forward steps in a different direction, turned around, and walked deeper into the alley.

Jing Xing just stood there, watching, watching that lonely figure getting further and further away, gradually disappearing.