those romances

——Who is the micro son Qi?

School grass!

There are countless people who come here here, two of them are the department girl of the Department of Literature—Lin Lu, the younger sister; the other is He Feifei, the only remaining single queen of the famous School of Computer Science.

Nan Guo held his heart that was shattered into glass scum, and wailed loudly: "Why is it unfair! One is fine, and two are added. They are all young friends who grew up with bare buttocks. Why are there so many differences! Where am I? Can't compare to Wei Ziqi..."

Qin Ge reminded indifferently: "Skipping class again?"

"I don't want to listen to that bad old man's lesson! By the way, when did you switch to keeping pets?"

There was a cage on Qin Ge's desk, and in the cage was a soft, fluffy little white mouse that was gnawing on a sunflower seed.

"For experiments."

"Wow, that's cruel."

Qin Ge sneered: "You will replace it?"

"Never mind"

At the same time, there is a thick stack of "Dream of Red Mansions" and the full edited version of "The Story of the Stone" next to the cage.It was borrowed by Su Changqing from the library. It is rumored that there is a hopeless researcher of red studies in the Faculty of Arts. Anyone who takes his course must submit a paper. There are three requirements for this paper:

First, analyze the entire "Dream of Red Mansions" and express your own unique insights; second, no less than [-] words; the last, and the most outrageous, must be written by hand.

This pair of college students who hold mobile phones all the year round, only know how to piece together, copy and paste their papers, forget their characters when they pick up a pen, and their cursive script is illegible is tantamount to a bolt from the blue.

Even Su Changqing's face turned slightly blue from holding back, holding "Dream of Red Mansions" for a day and a night.

However, it was of no use, I saw Su Changqing picked up the pen, like an old hen laying an egg, for a long time without one.

The fluffy and soft white mouse had just been injected with the experimental drug, and now it was screaming at Su Changqing.This little white mouse really likes Su Changqing, because Su Changqing always feeds it sunflower seeds casually, occasionally feeds it a handful of peanuts, carries it to the balcony to bask in the sun, combs its hair... and so on.

Su Changqing closed "Dream of Red Mansions" with a gloomy expression. At this time, Nan Guo was lying on the upper bunk comfortably playing backgammon, Shen Tu was sleeping, Qin Ge went out early, and has not returned yet.

The little white mouse grabbed the peanuts hidden under its belly with its paws, then looked at Su Changqing with its round black bean eyes.

Su Changqing ignored it, and it continued to pull.

Immediately afterwards, Su Changqing sighed quietly: "Your temperament is becoming more and more spoiled. For example, the peanuts are originally for food, and you can make them if you want to play with them; for example, the pen is originally for writing. Do you like to hear it?" With that sound, I deliberately pushed it off the table, and it can be broken if it is broken, but don’t take it out when you are angry, this is a favorite thing.”

The little white mouse happily planed the peanuts, and replied:

"Squeak~"

Nanguo only felt a chill run up his spine: Did he become obsessed after watching "Dream of Red Mansions"?

Su Changqing became interested, and teased the mouse with a piece of malt candy, followed by a roar from the upper bunk:

"--mine!"

After a gust of wind, the maltose in his hand disappeared.

Student Shen Tu loves maltose...ah no, he loves sweets, to the point of competing with mice for food.

Qin Ge, who left early, went to find Wei Ziqi, and was told: I went on a date.

Who are you dating?

So upset, he handed the painting tools to Wei Ziqi's roommate and left in a hurry.

In the evening, the entire medical school building was very deserted. The anatomy hall displayed all kinds of mannequins. When you step in, you will face a strong smell of formalin. The whole room is full of glassware. in the specimen.

Wei Ziqi knocked on the door, then poked his head in, and asked tremblingly:

"Is Qin Ge there?"

"……Um"

The air conditioner in the room was turned on extremely low, and as soon as I entered the door, goose bumps appeared on my body immediately.And heard the indifferent voice say:

"Bring that body out"

Wei Ziqi only felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head: "...?!!!!!!"

Shaking his legs, he held on to the door frame and was precarious.

Standing in front of the clear window was a slender and tall figure. The white coat fit perfectly, and the sleeves were rolled up, revealing half of a snow-white slender arm.He turned around, nodded his chin to indicate the mysterious iron box in the freezer, his eyes were indifferent and cold.

Wei Ziqi resisted the urge to rush out the door, squeezed out a smile, and said in a trembling voice:

"Can I not lift it?"

still making the final struggle

Qin Ge lowered his eyes and stared at the skull in his hand without saying a word. There were various bones on the table behind him, and there was a complete human skeleton in the corner.

Wei Ziqi changed the subject with a trembling voice: "Haha, these models are so realistic."

Qin Ge's face gradually turned cold, and he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Yes... That night, thank you for taking me in. After you finish your work, shall I treat you to dinner?"

"No, you paid back the favor."

"But I still owe you a meal."

"I just said, no need!"

After speaking, her lips pursed slightly, and her two long eyebrows were pulled into a ball, as if she needed to be coaxed.

The micro-zi Qi Qiqi asked: "Are you unhappy? Or, you don't want to see me?"

"No, I'm upset."

Qin Ge dropped the skull, and slid against the wall to the ground as if giving up on himself.

"You... Is Xiaowei rejecting you again?"

"Maybe I'm really not good at chasing girls. I've done everything from sending roses to watching movies, and I even prepared small gifts, but it's still useless."

"What's that little gift of yours?" He simply blinked, and didn't hear Xiaowei mention it, but he was very concerned about it.

Qin Ge motioned him to look at the neatly arranged bones on the table

"You, you sent the bones?"

"a rib"

"Su Changqing said that a woman is a rib of a man."

No no, it's in the Bible.

...Not right, alas, how can such a small gift be given?

Wei Ziqi was sitting next to him, also sitting on the cold floor, with his hands wrapped around his knees with no place to rest, peeking at Qin Ge's snow-white and quiet face from the corner of his eyes, he asked in deliberation, "How did you fall in love with Xiaowei? "

Immediately, Qin Ge's mind flashed a glimpse at the CN Comic Show, and he replied, "You are beautiful."

Four words, to the essence.

Wei Ziqi didn't know how to answer the words for a moment, paused for a moment, and said: "Actually, Xiaowei's heart is very soft, if you persist, you will be able to—"

"--ended!"

Wei Ziqi was stunned: "What?"

"I've decided not to pursue Weiwei anymore."

"Are you... retreating in spite of difficulties?"

At this moment, Wei Ziqi's face showed a joy that he himself hadn't noticed.

"It's not. Do you know how much I missed in my homework this month?" Qin Ge stared at the human skeleton in the corner, his eyes were deep and obscure, "My ideal girlfriend is bright, transparent, knows how to advance and retreat, and knows how to measure. It will cause me a burden, and I don't need to spend a lot of thought on her. Instead of messing up my homework like now."

"How about I help you pursue Xiaowei?"

This was against his will, Wei Ziqi almost buried his head in his knees, not daring to look at Qin Ge's face.

Qin Ge was dissatisfied: "You, do you really not understand people's words? If I say I don't pursue it, I just don't pursue it. Besides, what are you messing around with? Does it have anything to do with you?"

These sarcastic remarks made Wei Ziqi's face turn pale, and his long, broken bangs hung down on his forehead, just blocking his sight.

Qin Ge suddenly said again: "You and Weiwei are really siblings, they look alike, both... well, very beautiful."

Wei Ziqi raised his head in surprise, his expression surprised: "They all said the same, do they really resemble each other?"

Qin Ge turned his head away uncomfortably, and muffled "Hmm".

This made Wei Ziqi feel happy from the bottom of his heart, eager to do something for Qin Ge, wanting to make Qin Ge happy, so he sincerely suggested:

"You are very good, you are really good. I believe that one day Xiaowei will know how good you are and respond to your liking. I know what Xiaowei likes, so I can tell you all about it. Don't be discouraged, so what is sincere Gold and stone are the best, if I help you speak well, Xiaowei will at least have a good impression of you, and there is a possibility of development..."

In the end, he found that Qin Ge's face was turning livid.

"Sorry, did I say the wrong thing again?"

Qin Ge sneered coldly: "Wei Ziqi, is there something wrong with you?"

Wei Ziqi is like pouring a basin of cold water on his head

"It's so stupid. If you don't speculate, don't talk too much. Don't get in my way here."

Qin Ge stood up against the wall, walked to the locker, opened the drawer with a "wow", picked out two sharp and thin scalpels from a row of large and small scalpels, and suddenly turned his head and glared at Wei Ziqi angrily:

"——Don't hurry up?!"

Qin Ge's moodiness made Wei Ziqi unable to adapt, and walked out of the laboratory building in a daze, still feeling unreal.

why are you mad?

Obviously, I already said to help him...

Unable to understand Qin Ge's anger, he thought that as long as he helped him pursue Xiaowei, they could... get closer.

... But, what's wrong?

Entering November, the heat is still there, and Wei Ziqi stands unconsciously under the scorching sun, still unable to let go.After standing for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt that his head was swollen, his vision was dim and shaking, and he was about to stand still. At this time, a soft and gentle female voice sounded behind him, like a poem narrated, mixed with worry:

"Student Wei Ziqi, your complexion is not very good, I, shall I take you to the infirmary?"