Professor, your rose has run away

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After that day, neither of them said a word to each other. One was angry that he didn't understand, and the other was angry that he didn't understand himself. dull.

Jiang Wangshu still went to work as usual, the same people in the class, but the rich second-generation classmate surnamed Zhang was missing.I heard that he changed classes, but it didn't affect Jiang Wangshu, so he was happy and relaxed.Before going out the next morning, he still prepared things for Cen Weiming for the day as usual, and didn't say anything else.It's as if it doesn't matter to him if he makes troubles at home, as long as he doesn't make troubles, he doesn't bother to care about it, and he should leave when he has enough, just to save his worries.

"Morning, Professor!" Many colleagues and students greeted him along the way, and he replied politely, as if nothing had happened before.

"What are you looking at? You've been staring at me, panicked." Jiang Wangshu was uncomfortable looking at others, and he really didn't like this kind of purposeful gaze.

"Professor, where are your potted roses? I haven't seen you for several days and brought them here?" the student asked.

"I'm wilted, I'm sick and half dead, I don't bring it back and it will be an eyesore." Thinking of the pot of roses at home, Jiang Wangshu couldn't control the desire to roll his eyes.

"Oh..." the onlookers said in unison, their hearts were empty, and they thought they could appreciate the appearance of this cold professor Rua Rose, but Rose is going to disappear?

Jiang Wangshu looked down at the time and realized that class was about to start, so he hurriedly said goodbye and walked to the teaching building. He didn't know what they said later.

At the moment, Cen Weiming, who was being talked about by others, was sitting on the ground like a loudspeaker, gnawing on the breakfast prepared by Jiang Wangshu, humming and saying, "You still have a conscience, so I forgive you for being so careless!"

"Ah Qiu!" Cen Weiming almost choked on a sneeze, wondering who would be thinking about me.Thinking of me while I'm eating, isn't that trying to choke me to death?So angry!

After finally swallowing the food, there was a sudden quarrel downstairs, and he, who was already depressed, couldn't eat anymore.Cen Weiming resigned to his fate and dumped the rest of the meal into the trash can, then returned to the window sill and poked his head out, watching the farce below.

After listening to it for a long time, Cen Weiming felt bored. This farce is not the same as the quarrel between him and the beauty. If there is any arguing, why should someone apologize when they are obviously helping?It's wrong to do good deeds. Are all the human races so indiscriminate?

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, Cen Weiming was a little annoyed, but it wasn't his house where he couldn't mess around, so he could only sulk alone, and went downstairs without knowing it.

Downstairs, there was a kind old lady who, seeing his gloomy appearance, took the initiative to invite him to her side and prepared some snacks for him.She asked, "Did you quarrel with your family?"

"I didn't quarrel with him, obviously he was arguing with me." Cen Weiming curled his lips, he was right!

The old lady smiled and said, "Then, do you know why he is angry?"

"...I don't know." In fact, what he knew was that he was angry at him for scaring people, but he didn't scare people in any way.

Seeing that he was silent, the old lady told him a story, which seemed to be what happened this morning. It turned out that it was her son and grandson who quarreled this morning, and the cause seemed to be the same as that between him and the big beauty.

"I don't understand. Didn't your little grandson help your son? Why are you angry." Cen Weiming still asked, this question really made him very irritable.

The old lady sighed and said, "I helped, but I put myself in a hidden danger. How can I not be angry?"

"Maybe, the path we pointed to is not so correct, but it is a path after all, isn't it? The most ordinary path."

Cen Weiming thought, this sounded different from his own experience, so where did he go wrong?

After leaving the old lady's house, Cen Weiming wandered like a wandering spirit for a long time before returning downstairs, but he still couldn't figure it out.After finally walking upstairs, I found that I didn't have the key to the door, so I had to squat by the door and wait for Jiang Wangshu to come back.

When Jiang Wangshu came upstairs, what he saw was a small group huddled up against the door, a crack suddenly appeared in his cold heart, he didn't deserve to reason with such a small group. Bitter?

He sighed silently, don't understand if you don't understand!Teach yourself slowly, you can always learn.So he carried the person on the ground into the house, and when he looked down, he could see the thick black under the eyelids. He was a little distressed and helpless. He was quite stubborn when he lost his temper, but he started to torture himself in the blink of an eye...

Not long after feeling distressed, the person in his arms suddenly opened his eyes, and the two of them stared wide-eyed when they met.One was stunned, and the other felt a little ashamed.

"Beauty, you are off work!" Cen Weiming rubbed his eyes to break the silence.

"En." Jiang Wangshu nodded slightly, and put the man down.

"..."

"Why don't you go inside and sleep outside without fear of catching cold?" He asked.

"Without the key, you can't enter the house." Cen Weiming scratched the back of his head, blushing.

"? Didn't I leave the key for you? I left a note for you before leaving the house..." He choked up halfway through the words, and this person might have thrown away the note without even reading it.

"Emm, I... accidentally threw it away." Cen Weiming simply covered his face, and he couldn't throw things around when he was angry next time.

Jiang Wangshu laughed angrily, this person really verified his guess, can he be a little stupid?

It took a long time for Cen Weiming to put down his hand covering his face, then grabbed Jiang Wangshu's sleeve, and said aggrievedly: "I was wrong...a beautiful woman."

It's a pity that people don't like this, so they glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cen Weiming couldn't answer this question, he really didn't know where he was wrong except he knew he shouldn't throw things around, but his intuition told him to admit his mistakes.

But Jiang Wangshu obviously didn't match his brain waves, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and hummed.

"Shouldn't you throw away the things you left behind?" Cen Weiming asked tentatively.

"anything else?"

"I don't know." He was not afraid at all when confronted before, but now he feels guilty, and he feels that the beauty is so scary.

That night, Jiang Wangshu hugged him and talked for a long time until very late.His slow nerves told him that the big beauty was not completely mad at him for doing it, but more because the place where he made trouble was his favorite class, and it was his responsibility as a professor to do well in every class. Be responsible to the students.The other part is because he doesn't take himself seriously. If it weren't for the presence of others that day, would he have really gone out and confronted that student? He is a professor, so he is not afraid of himself?

After listening to these, Cen Weiming's pent-up thoughts finally dissipated, and the tense strings finally relaxed, and he fell asleep like this before he knew it.

Jiang Wangshu sent the person back to the room, and before going out, he couldn't help but look back. The person on the bed looked like an angel after he was asleep, much cuter.

"Good night, little monster." After saying that, he closed the door lightly and went back to his room.

Who knew that after returning to his own room, it was himself who couldn't sleep.In fact, after talking to Cen Weiming so much, he still didn't understand what he was more angry about. Maybe out of his love for this job, he attributed more to it.

After tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, Jiang Wangshu felt sleepy.After finally falling asleep, he dreamed of the old man who told him to tell his fortune, and the peach blossom he mentioned.The peach blossom in the dream turned into the appearance of Cen Weiming for some reason, and then Jiang Wangshu, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up alive again.

"What kind of dream is this!!!" Jiang Wangshu sat up directly, patted his chest, peach blossom?Cen Weiming?This is poisonous!

This weird dream really frightened Jiang Wangshu so much that he couldn't fall asleep, so he could only stare at the dark wall and count the sheep to hypnotize himself: one sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

He fell asleep again when the lights outside the window were completely dimmed. This time there was finally nothing strange in his dream, and he could sleep peacefully.

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The author has something to say:

Jiang Wangshu: What kind of devil dream is this?

Me: Yes, you are the devil, you can handle such a cute little rose, hhhh

Jiang Wangshu: ...Didn't you write this?If you have the ability, you can change the wording

我：略略略，我就不感谢在2021-06-2523:12:12~2021-07-1423:13:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Nan Sheng 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Nan Sheng 2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Nan Sheng 17;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!