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The spring is cold and the air is dry and cold, but the dining hall of U University Xinlequn is brightly lit, and the aroma of food is wafting. The tables on the fourth floor are crowded with students discussing.

Rong Ting and his group came late and sat near the stairs.

The cold wind and sweltering heat at the stairway make people feel irritable for no reason.

Chen Saiyu touched her: "Rong Ting, are you in a daze?"

"No." She pinched the space between her eyebrows, but her nasal cavity was hot and her breathing was uncomfortable.

Some time ago, the professor set aside the task of doing simulation textbooks based on the solo structure, and the rest of them were still arguing about what kind of poems to put in the poetry unit. They had read five modern and ancient poetry anthologies.

Wan Sang's voice was extremely loud and sharp inside, "Borges' poems can definitely be added. His poems are all very good, and "Ode to the West Wind". Why not add such a classic poem?"

Rong Ting heard Party A's tone for no reason.

Someone immediately retorted, "If the content of the poems in the textbook is easy to teach, the teachers of Borges' poems can't understand it. Do you expect students to be able to read it?"

Wan Sang was aggressive, "That depends on the type of teacher, your class time setting, and teaching goals!"

Rong Ting's nasal voice was a bit heavy, and he tried to use a very gentle tone: "Borges's is a bit obscure, "Ode to the West Wind" is too long, and this is an assignment assigned by the professor. I don't think we should choose the one that has already been selected. poetry."

But he was caught by Wan Sang's disgusted glance.

Rong Ting fell silent, Wan Sang became angry and became even more rude.

A few people settled down on a few modern poems amidst the quarrel, Rong Ting interjected twice, but didn't insert them, and then simply fell silent.

When it came to ancient poetry, it was even more noisy, Rong Ting's nose was even more uncomfortable, and it took several heavy inhalations to clear the nasal cavity.

After people had been arguing for a long time, her voice finally broke in, "Do we still need a narrative poem?"

The air was a little quiet for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Wan Sang's voice became louder, "You just said that "Ode to the West Wind" is too long. Isn't the narrative poem not long? Why do I say it is long, but it is short for you..."

If people want revenge when faced with doubts, they will attack indiscriminately in the subsequent discussions. Rong Ting knows that Wan Sang's yin and yang eccentricities have included her account.

Rong Ting didn't answer any more, but he became more and more out of breath, and his breathing became much heavier.

In the follow-up, because they were tired of the discussion, they all put on a bad attitude. Instead, they stopped arguing and selected a few poems by collective voting, and agreed to discuss it if there was any problem.

But people are like a mirror in their hearts. Unless they want to quarrel again, no one wants to go through another group discussion.

Group work in college is equal to group work.

Rong Ting's forehead felt a little hot, she had just put on the hood of her coat when Wan Sang in front of her glanced at her, then went back with her arms around several other people in the dormitory.

Chen Saiyu originally wanted to wait for her, but was also pushed forward.

Looking at the three people who walked away, Rong Ting stood alone in the cold wind, and people came out of the cafeteria one after another next to him, all of them were companions, and no one paid attention to her.

In the teaching material compilation class before, Wan Sang had to form a group. Wan Sang had agreed to form a group with a few other people in the class, but Wan Sang insisted on shouting in the dormitory group.

[There are a lot of group activities this semester, let's hold a group in the dormitory, and there are many moths in teaming up with others, so you can rest assured. 】

Two people in the group raised their hands in a row, Rong Ting struggled for a while, and finally "joined the group" in a compromise, and said sorry to the other few people many times.

However, too much trust in roommates has become the current situation.

I don't know since when, she became the one who was excluded.Wan Sang would hate her if she disagreed with her. Her taciturnity seemed to them to be aloof. Every time she made a speech, Wan Sang said that she was critical, and two consecutive group assignments broke up unhappy.

This would appear to be the case as well.

Sighing, Rong Ting didn't want to go back to the dormitory for a while, so he went to the playground and punched in.

There were very few people inside, the facial recognition machines were covered in dust, and there were only scattered people running on the track.

She was on the outermost lane, put on her earphones, and walked aimlessly around the playground.

After walking four times, there was soothing light music in the earphones, but her mind became more and more swollen and noisy.

Suddenly, there is a feeling of a heavy object hitting the ankle.She squatted down with a muffled grunt, not to mention how painful it was, but half of her leg was numb from the impact.

There was a boy's voice in the distance, "Student, can you help kick the ball back?"

kick back?

Her feet are numb, how can I kick them?

She is really convinced by these boys, and she can always kick the ball outside.

Rong Ting didn't want to speak, and didn't move for a while.

If the people over there find that she is too lazy to talk to her, they should pick up the ball by themselves.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound of shouting, and she was about to get up.

A hand suddenly stretched out in front of him, the complexion was cold and pale, the fingers were long and slender, but the tendons were well defined, making it look bony and powerful.

Rong Ting was stunned for a moment and raised his face. The girl in front of him was wearing dark green vintage suspenders in the cold weather, with two thin belts crossed on her narrow waistline, and a red mole the size of a grain of rice flashed across it.

Other than that, she was only wearing a tunic leather skirt, and only a short black jacket was wrapped around it, which can be regarded as a cool outfit in the early spring.

Her hair was straight to her shoulders, her eyebrows were cold, but her lips were painted red, like thick ink splashed on light jade.

It's cool and cool.

She raised her slender eyebrows, "Sister, are you okay?"

Obviously with a smile, the cool tone is isolated from the noisy background, and the texture is also very unique.

Rong Ting was sullen at first, but now he stood up without touching her hand as if he was electrocuted.

The man didn't care, he smiled, and withdrew his slender wrist.

Rong Ting had no intention of touching porcelain at first, "It's fine."

But the feet were really numb and couldn't move, so they could only stand there awkwardly, the two of them staring at each other.

Rong Ting saw that she was holding a gray windbreaker in her other hand. It looked like a man's style. She guessed that her boyfriend was playing football here, so she helped to look at the clothes.

Sure enough, there was a boy shouting, "Xiaojiu, help us kick the ball over."

Rong Ting reacted for a while.

Xiao Jiu?

Xiaojiu?

It was quite intimate, which confirmed her guess.

Ran Jiu was wearing Martin boots, kicked the ball back neatly, and then casually threw the clothes in his hand on the plastic grass, and didn't care anymore.

Her movements were too simple and neat, and when Rong Ting came to his senses, he suddenly realized that the other party was also watching her.

The heart beat suddenly.

A person has to be alone in a dangerous situation once in his life to force out a powerful energy.

Rong Ting is socially afraid every day, and if a stranger asks her the way, she will be so nervous that she will point out the wrong way.

At this time, I don't understand the meaning of the other party, and I am even more disturbed.

She pretended to rub her leg calmly, "It's okay, it's just a little numb, I can go back slowly."

Hearing the girl click her tongue, a deserted air came over her, and she couldn't help but hold her arm, "Go, I'll help you out."

Rong Ting really didn't expect that someone who looks so thin has such strength, and it's easy to lift her up.

Rong Ting wears quite a lot of clothes, with a student shirt inside and a woolen coat outside, and the man's fingers and bones can be felt through the two layers of fabric.

In addition, this person is wearing a leather jacket.Rong Ting's side bag bumped against her side waist from time to time.

If there is temperature, it should be warm.

In the end, Rong Ting couldn't take it anymore, so she asked her to wait for a while, then changed the position of the bag, and the two kept a certain distance and continued walking.

Ran Jiu was thoughtful, and looked at her from time to time, feeling that she was always in a daze.

Walking to the gate of the playground, Rong Ting's feet had long since gone numb, and he pulled out his arms, "Thank you, keep playing, I'm going back."

Ran Jiu was also generous, with his arms crossed in front of his chest: "I'm really fine."

Rong Ting shook his head, "It's okay."

"It's okay to sprain your ankle, go to the infirmary for a checkup." She said, "What if the bone breaks."

Rong Ting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's not possible."

Besides, if the bones were really broken, she would probably die of pain now.

Unexpectedly, this person insisted on following her out. Rong Ting, who was about to walk to the entrance of the dormitory, was still at a loss.

But I saw her walking quickly towards the fruit shop.

"Hey, wait, what are you doing." Rong Ting followed subconsciously.

Ran Jiu picked out a fruit box from the refrigerator with ease, and pulled out a candied haws, and let the proprietress pay the bill together.

When she came out with something, she stuffed it into Rong Ting's hand, "They don't have eyes when they play football, these are for you to eat."

Rong Ting looked at these things, but felt embarrassed, as if she touched the porcelain.She couldn't even refuse, and said duplicity, "Eating sweets at night is easy to cause tooth decay."

With a chuckle on the other side, he took out the candied haws in her hand and stuffed them into her hat: "Save them for tomorrow."

Rong Ting: "..."

Instead of grabbing the candied haws, Rong Ting put his hands into the pocket of his coat, and it was much warmer.

The other party has no intention of leaving.She played with the phone with her slender knuckles, and there was a crisp sound when her dark green nails hit the phone case. Rong Ting was worried that her nails would break.

Ran Jiu: "Do you want to leave a phone number, you can observe for one night first, then talk?"

What's more, Rong Ting doesn't understand her brain circuit, what can happen if a ball hits her.

Rong Ting waved his hand, "No need, you can go back to accompany your boyfriend."

The movement of Ran Jiu's hands stopped for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an obvious smile.

It seemed that she encountered a fallacy, and she thought about it, but did not explain the fallacy.

"it is good."