reverse trapping

When he saw that sentence, the back of Cheng Mu's head went numb, he turned off the screen, and knocked his head hard.

It must be because of too much pressure recently, the eyes can be so blurry.

He took a long breath and turned on the screen again.

The words in the dialog came into view again.

... He must have had eight tons of water in his head to believe this kind of advice.

Cheng Mu put away his phone and leaned back on the sofa.The water droplets hanging on the neck slipped off unexpectedly under the tremor, and sank into the bathrobe, bringing a slightly cool touch.

After calming down for a while, Cheng Mu went into the bathroom again and dried his hair.

When he came out again, Cheng Mu turned on the phone again, and he clicked on the profile picture of the consultant, intending to delete this "bad idea".

When the dialog box for confirming deletion appeared in front of him, Cheng Mu paused with his fingertips.

He suddenly remembered that Qin Yi had said that there was a fee for this service.If it is deleted like this, there is a high probability that the money will not be returned.

Thinking of this, Cheng Mu still clicked cancel.It's not too late to delete it after getting the money back.He pressed on the power button with one finger and turned off the phone completely.

Cheng Mu was lying on the bed, his mind was in chaos.

The freshly blown hair is warm, and the light fragrance of the shampoo lingers around, like a little sugar on the tip of the tongue, soothing Cheng Muze's boredom.

Although he slept very late last night, the alarm clock woke up Cheng Muze on time the next day.

Turning off the alarm, Cheng Mu turned on the phone screen habitually, only to realize that the phone was turned off last night.

He adjusted his mood, got up and took a shower.

Not long after arriving at the studio, the phone rang.

Cheng Mu was still wiping the lens, so he turned on the speaker.

"Brother—save me!"

Qin Yi's high-pitched voice instantly filled the studio.

Hearing this name, Cheng Mu knew that something was going to happen. He threw away the lens paper in his hand and walked to the phone.

Qin Yi began to stammer: "Although...but..."

"Say."

"In today's economics class, Mr. Shen called my name to answer questions. But when he saw that it was me who stood up, he asked me to sit down without asking me the answer. Just now, during the break in the first period, Shen The teacher came straight to me and said, 'Call Qin Yi to my office after class'."

Qin Yi continued to cry: "I just asked you to take a class! Why am I not me!"

Cheng Mu added: "I also helped you deal with a scratch accident in your capacity."

Qin Yi froze straight away: "Brother Cheng, I know this is not a good time, but...can you explain it to me?"

Cheng Mu turned off the loudspeaker, and put the phone to his ear: "Go back to the lectures, your microeconomics grades usually count as 40%, and three absenteeisms are basically equivalent to failing the subject. If you absent again, it means two. If Professor Shen is unhappy, With a swipe of the pen, you just wait for the repair."

"But the problem now is that even if I go, Teacher Shen still thinks I'm absent."

"I haven't finished yet." Cheng Mu said, "I'll wait at your door 10 minutes before get out of class ends and explain to Professor Shen. Is that okay?"

"Brother Cheng! From today onwards, you are my own brother."

Cheng Mu refused, "No, I'll be thankful if you don't bother me."

·

As the end of get out of class was approaching, Cheng Mu arrived at the door of A301.

He looked in from the front door and saw Shen Jinzhi writing on the blackboard.

The people on the podium seemed to feel something, and they also looked towards the door.

Cheng Mu quickly turned around and leaned against the wall at the door, feeling guilty.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and the get out of class bell rang on time.Cheng Mu stood at the door and waited for the crowd to disperse before entering the class.

"Mr. Shen."

Cheng Mu walked in the direction of Shen Jinzhi, glanced at the emotional Qin Yi from the corner of his eye, and stood in front of Shen Jinzhi.

The dispersal of the crowd returns the quiet to the classroom.

Shen Jinzhi packed his books, raised his eyes and responded, "Let's go to the office and talk."

Cheng Mu glanced at Qin Yi, motioning for him to follow.

The distance between Building A and the main building is not too long, but the vague torment is extremely long.

The office was empty during the lunch break, Shen Jinzhi looked at Cheng Muze: "Come in by yourself."

Hearing this, Cheng Mu patted Qin Yi's shoulder and walked into the office alone.

Compared with other teachers' desks that piled up into mountains, Shen Jinzhi's desk was so tidy that it didn't fit in. There was only a photo frame on the desk that faintly broke the harmony on the desk.

The two sat opposite each other.

Cheng Mu apologized and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I actually—"

What interrupted Cheng Muze's voice was a candy that was delivered to him, which was exactly the same as the last time.

"Don't worry, just eat some candy." Shen Jinzhi said.

Cheng Mu moved his eyes down, and the candy bar urged him to take it first like a magic power.

He stretched out his hand in a daze, and when his fingertips touched the candy, they inevitably touched Shen Jinzhi's palm.

The unreliable advice given by the consultant last night suddenly turned into a voice, and it sounded in Cheng Mu's mind-"Get your rival in love and take him away from that girl."

Cheng Mu suddenly withdrew his hands, and a shudder spread from behind.

"are you cold?"

Without waiting for his answer, Shen Jinzhi got up and took out a coat from the closet, and handed it to Cheng Muze.

"No need, Mr. Shen, I—"

"Take it first."

Perhaps it was because he had something to say, but Cheng Mu took off the clothes without thinking, and continued what he hadn't finished before: "I'm actually not Qin Yi, the one standing at the door is your student."

Cheng Mu moved his palm slightly, and the lines on the palm and the coat rubbed against each other, making a slight rustling sound.

"Qin Yi's academic performance is not bad, and he is not a bad student. It's just that when he was young, he was a little shadowed by an unscrupulous teacher, so he has always been very afraid of the teacher."

"shadow?"

"Yes." Cheng Mu nodded, "Everyone has their own secrets that they don't want to reveal. I haven't asked in depth, and I didn't tell you to help him excuse anything. The last time he asked me to take a substitute class was indeed the same as this one. It has nothing to do with the matter, but last time you scratched the car, the owner was him."

"Do you have that kind of secret?"

Shen Jinzhi's voice was so low that Cheng Mu couldn't hear it clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing."

Cheng Mu stopped asking, and said instead: "You count him as absent from the first class, and if it's not enough, punish him to write a self-criticism. Do you think this is a good way to deal with it?"

Shen Jinzhi lowered his eyes: "Let him in, your own problems should be solved by yourself."

Cheng Mu agreed with Shen Jinzhi's thoughts, so he walked to the door and called Qin Yi in.

Qin Yi swallowed a few times, plunged into the office as if he was dead, bowed 90° to Shen Jinzhi, and spit out those hot words in one breath: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I shouldn't find someone to take over the class. I shouldn't have lied to you, you punish me to write a self-criticism, I can hand it in tonight, can you not fail my course?"

Shen Jinzhi suddenly laughed out loud: "Am I so scary? If I miss a class and retake it, will our school have several more libraries than now?"

Cheng Mu reacted, thinking of a certain year when he was in college.

At the end of one term, the failure rate of high-level mathematics courses in all departments of the school increased sharply. At the time when the new library project was established on the main campus, it was rumored that the school wanted to build a library, which increased the failure rate.

Now that I think about it, it's really interesting.

Qin Yi slightly raised his eyelids and looked at the two people who were laughing, not knowing what charades they were playing.

He got up slowly and looked at Shen Jinzhi tentatively: "Then—"

Shen Jinzhi raised the corner of his mouth: "There's no need to review, I think you have learned the lesson, don't make an example, go."

Hearing the word "Go", Qin Yi seemed to have a rocket on his feet, and disappeared into the office at the speed of light.

Cheng Mu shook his head helplessly, then turned to Shen Jinzhi and said, "I'm really sorry, that's how he is. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

"and many more."

Cheng Mu stopped because of Shen Jinzhi's words.

The mobile phone that was lying flat on the table seemed to be in Shen Jinzhi's hands, and Shen Jinzhi turned on the screen: "The number note in the phone's address book, you can't just write the name of 'Qin Yi' all the time, can you?"

Understanding Shen Jinzhi's hint, Cheng Mu stretched out his hand to him: "Let me introduce myself again, my name is Cheng Muze, and I am a professional photographer."

Shen Jinzhi's eyes moved slightly, he held Cheng Muze's hand, and his voice seemed to have more than ten grams of weight added, and it fell down inconspicuously: "Shen Jinzhi."

The moment he let go of his hand, Cheng Mu's brain became hot, and he raised his voice and asked, "Professor Shen, if someone who likes you keeps approaching you, but you don't have that kind of interest in her, how would you deal with it?"

Shen Jinzhi suddenly fell silent.

Realizing that he was too abrupt, Cheng Mu was about to change the subject, but Shen Jinzhi's answers followed one after another.

"Definitely refuse."

"Then?"

Shen Jinzhi's voice paused slightly: "Are you hinting at me?"

"No." Cheng Mu subconsciously denied, "It's my own problem, I just want to ask a well-informed person like you."

"The word you said is too strong, and I really don't dare to take it seriously. And in terms of relationships, I really don't have much experience to share with others."

After Shen Jinzhi finished speaking, he took a piece of note paper from the desktop, wrote a line of numbers and handed it to Cheng Muze: "The password of the bank card, I just remembered it when I was dealing with things."

After his reminder, Cheng Mu realized the fact that the bank card was still with him.

Cheng Mu took the note, handed back the coat Shen Jinzhi gave him, thanked him and left.

Downstairs, Qin Yi waited at the door until he confirmed that Cheng Mu had come out alone, then went up to him.

"My God, I was almost scared to death just now. Since you entered, my heart has been beating wildly, and my throat is almost useless. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to live."

Qin Yi continued to export, while Cheng Mu took out his wallet, found the bank card buried deep in the interlayer and handed it to Qin Yi.

Qin Yi suddenly became hoarse. He looked at Cheng Muze, then at himself: "What's wrong? What does this mean?"

"The compensation that Mr. Shen gave you is 2000 yuan. Take it yourself. This is the password."

After closing the words, he pasted the green sticky note on the card again.

Qin Yi took the bank card, and leaned towards Cheng Mu with the tip of his nose: "Why does your body smell a bit different?"

Cheng Mu was confused. He sniffed his wrist, and could vaguely smell the residual woody fragrance from the place where Shen Jin's coat had been put on.

The fragrance is light, like a tiny feather brushing past, itchy and impossible to grasp.

He restrained the weirdness, and snorted lightly: "Are you a dog's nose? You can smell it so light?"

Qin Yi only took it as a compliment and smiled.

They walked on, just in time to see an ATM machine.Cheng Mu suggested that Qin Yi check the card, so he walked to the ATM with him.

He leaned against the tempered glass outside the ATM, and Qin Yi's voice came from behind him: "Cheng, did you give me the wrong card?"

Cheng Mu walked in without knowing it, and picked up the card that Qin Yi had withdrawn.

After confirming that the card tail number is correct, I did the operation again.

“1-8-0-6-2-3。”

Cheng Mu entered it one by one, and clicked on the balance inquiry after the verification was successful.

His eye sockets widened suddenly, and his fingers moved to the end of the string of numbers, counting to the first one.It wasn't until he confirmed that he was right that he took a deep breath.

"Professor Shen put 2 yuan on the card?"

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