Expectation

On the second day after I became a female college student with this new identity, I was cruel and made a deep gash towards my index finger with a knife.Because among the five fingers, the index finger and the thumb actually play most of the role, such a knife has an absolute impact on daily life, which naturally includes writing.Once the people around me and I get used to the new font completely, there will be no hidden dangers in this regard.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet Zhu Xingda. I know that he has strong logical reasoning ability, and if he notices the deliberate wound, he will become suspicious.

But luckily, after one or two months passed, my injury was almost healed, and my left-hand calligraphy was also well practiced.What's more, there are more than a hundred homework books in a class, how can you not pay attention to one of the homework books with poor handwriting.

Most of the semester has passed, and these days are safe and sound. Zhu Xingda is simply an ordinary and responsible excellent teaching assistant. If he hadn't stopped me that day, I would definitely think that he is probably just a man of similar stature.And in the past two or three months, I haven't figured out what kind of mission he has, and he condescends to be an ordinary person.

But I didn't pay much attention to him, because this kind of thing is two-way. If you often focus on a person, even if he doesn't have the sharp intuition and observation ability of Zhu Xingda, he will definitely be in the dark. started following you.

It's almost my birthday.

I also only had what the dead called birthdays when my mother was still alive: singing birthday songs, making wishes, blowing out candles, and eating cake.In other words, that was at least a decade ago.Now that I have changed my identity, the ID card says that it is more than half a month apart.

But on the second weekend after Frost's Descent, I stopped by the bakery and bought a small cake anyway.

I once asked my mother if any wish could come true, and my mother stared sideways at the jumping flames and said naively, wishes cannot be easily fulfilled.He also said, wishing that this kind of small cake without sweetness is really good.

It is too sweet.I really don't like cake.

The cake that was too sweet caused me to be in a bad mood all day, and it was even worse when I heard that there would be a class test in chemistry class today.Most of the people also looked disheveled, probably because they were worried that their poor performance in the exam would affect their grades.But my troubles are not that simple.I used to specialize in chemistry, and this basic knowledge is not difficult for me, so I don’t really attend lectures on weekdays, because maybe my attainments in this area are not much worse than this old man.

However, because my mind is so distracted on weekdays, I have long lost track of what he was talking about.It's not good to pretend to be ignorant of the result and fail the exam, but it's also bad if you accidentally exceed the grade.

In short, I was exhausted physically and mentally. I estimated that I filled in 80.00% of the blanks, corrected a few answers that I thought most people could not answer correctly, and rushed out of the classroom following the volume.

However, soon none of us had this annoyance, including me.Because the chemistry professor was killed at home, all hard drives were formatted, and all paper documents went into a shredder.

Including the class quiz that he wanted to probe the teaching results on a whim.