National fitness

"Buzz-buzz-"

When Xin Ran's cell phone, which has always been quiet, completed its No.80 vibration today, Yan Yan finally couldn't help asking:

"You installed the motor too?"

Xin Ran was sitting on his lazy sofa with his notebook in his arms. Hearing the word "motor", his ears turned red, he stretched his legs, kicked Yan Yan who was sitting on the carpet opposite the small desk, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Young man, you are a serious person."

Yan Yan smiled when he heard the words, and felt that Xin Ran's words brought him into the memory of meeting him for the first time.

"What's wrong today? Is there a lot of work? No one is allowed to take a lunch break."

Xin Ran, who was occupied by work during her lunch break, sighed:

"Isn't this a third-year student who is about to start a defense?" Xin Ran pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "They all come to me to ask for topics and related materials."

At the end of March, various colleges of C University successively issued notices about opening and defending the graduation thesis of junior students. The reason why it started so early was to leave enough time for students to select topics and complete the project.

The graduation thesis defense of senior students will be held in mid-May.

Although Xin Ran only had to take the required courses for freshman and sophomore students this semester, the students who chose the instructors for their graduation thesis were not restricted by "whether the teacher taught them or not".

In other words, as long as it is a teacher of the Faculty of Arts, students can contact it.

Of course, the premise is that there are places in the teacher's subject group.

Xin Ran's title of "instructor" is as sought-after as his elective courses.

He slid open the phone screen, and it turned out to be a private chat message sent through QQ group:

"Hello, Teacher Xin, can you be my instructor?"

"Hello, Mr. Xin, I'm a third-year student and I want to study medieval literature. May I ask you to be my tutor?"

"Teacher Xin..."

Yan Yan came over from the opposite side, sat on the carpet at Xin Ran's feet, put his chin on his lap, and said in a loud voice:

"Hello, Mr. Xin, I think you look really good-looking, can I ask you to be my life mentor and life partner?"

Xin Ran raised her eyebrows: "If you talk too much, I'll send you to my senior brother and go to the car show with them."

"I don't." Yan Yan waved his hand immediately, and after thinking about it, he said wittily, "Ms. Jian still has time to go to the auto show? Then, can you send all these 'extra' students to him?"

"You have a good idea," Xin Ran shook Yan Yan's hairy head off his lap, and the latter put it back relentlessly, so he had no choice but to give up, and said funny, "Do you think my senior brother is very free?" ? There are a lot of students who contact him, and they are basically good students who are ranked high and have requirements for themselves."

"Huh?" Yan Yan put his head steady and said in surprise, "So courageous? Aren't they afraid of the stern and selfless little Hades?"

"Tch," Xin Ran freed up a hand, and tapped Yan Yan's bridge of nose with curved fingers, "I'm afraid, but I'm afraid and admire you, you idle young man, you won't understand."

"Admiration." Yan Yan dishonestly rubbed Xin Ran's thin ankle with one hand, but said solemnly, "Then why don't you share some with Old Man Yan?"

"It's not snacks, what's the point?" Xin Ran thought for a moment, smiled, and changed her voice, "Well, but this can be considered."

Yan Yan asked: "What's the matter? It seems that the old man is not very popular in the courtyard."

"That's not true," Xin Ran gently placed his foot on Yan Yan... who was sitting cross-legged... on the chest, ordered him not to move any more, and then answered, "Undergraduate students, please be patient with Yan Yan... The chief is still in awe, he has no skills or ambitions, and generally people dare not look for him."

"Oh?" Yan Yan raised his eyebrows in embarrassment, "It's quite prestigious."

Xin Ran stretched out her hand and scratched his chin, avoiding Yan Yan's approaching hand with her feet, jokingly said:

"With all due respect, Dean Yan is still very unattainable in the eyes of the students of the Faculty of Arts. He is not at all the bad old man you call him."

Yan Yan pouted, with a look of disbelief.

"Hey, you're a childish ghost who 'turns pale when you talk about your father'."

"I'm not." Yan Yan, who has already stepped out of the confusion of youth, is no longer afraid of Xin Ran using "childish" or "children" to describe him, and immediately "retorts", "It's the husband who 'talks about your color change'. "

Xin Ran rolled his eyes at him, not wanting to care about who is the adult.

Then he threw the laptop in his arms to "Master Husband", stretched himself comfortably, and changed the subject:

"Ah... I also want to go to the car show with senior brother Xiao Shuzi and the others. It's been a long time since I went out for a walk."

During the Chinese New Year earlier, Jian Ming had the idea of ​​buying a car. Wen Shu proposed to go to the auto show in late March and pick out a few alternative models. Jian Ming immediately nodded in agreement.

I completely forgot that I would be busy opening and defending at the end of March.

However, Wen Shu was very considerate and considerate of the busy work of the concise work. Instead of dragging him to go on the Friday opening day, he gave him the decision-making power and asked him to choose a day on the weekend.

As a result, there was a brief silence for a while, and Friday was still set.

Wen Shu was quite surprised, but still happily accepted the reason concisely given that "there are many people on weekends".

Now the two of them probably have finished their lunch and are strolling around the auto show.

Yan Yan, who knew that Xin Ran had always disliked going out for a walk, did not expose him, but asked innocently:

"Huh? Didn't you just go to the exhibition and the Sugar and Wine Fair two weeks ago?"

"..." Xin Ran was speechless for a moment, and provocatively said, "Am I only worthy of one entertainment activity a month? Young man, this is domestic violence, and I refuse to be your life mentor and life partner."

Yan Yan put his computer away, then stood up, knelt on the sofa with one leg, put his hands on Xin Ran's side, circled him tightly, and said with a smile:

"The childish ghost released a big trick of cheating, but Teacher Xin refused to be effective."

Xin Ran was "forced" to be intimate with this childish ghost for a while, licked the corner of his mouth and pushed Yan Yan away, as if remembering something, and asked:

"I ask my students to give me the first draft of the opening report before April [-]th, um... because they will be defending at the end of April, I have to leave time for them to correct. For the graduation defense, I remember that the notice says May In the middle, has your courtyard arranged it yet?"

Yan Yan sat next to Xin Ran, and put him in his arms: "I'm done, I will answer on May [-]th."

"Who is the supervisor of your thesis?" Xin Ran looked at him sideways, "Dean Zhao? Or my master?"

"Bi She's mentor is Xu Tao."

Xin Ran nodded, and asked again: "How long does he ask you to give him the first draft?"

Yan Yan stroked Xin Ran's hair, absent-mindedly: "Before next Tuesday."

Xin Ran counted with her fingers, and there were only a few days left, and the dissertation must be much more difficult to write than the opening report, so she hurriedly asked:

"Then how is your writing? Did it go well?"

Yan Yan squeezed his hand: "Successful, finished writing, don't worry."

Xin Ran was satisfied with Yan Shaoxia's level of self-awareness, and raised a cordial smile:

"Turn on your computer and find it out. I'll show you first."

Yan Yan paused: "Now?"

"Well," Xin Ran pulled his hand out of Yan Yan's grip, "Now."

Yan Yan grabbed his hand back and discussed:

"This... I remember you still have class in the afternoon? There is only such a precious time at noon, you should take the time to rest for a while, baby."

Due to the school celebration last week, Xin Ran had to make up a class on Friday night. Today, she had to attend two consecutive classes. Although there was a dinner in between, the four-hour class was exhausting.

"My class doesn't start until four o'clock in the afternoon." Xin Ran raised her eyebrows and said uncompromisingly, "Hurry up, I'll read it now. After two days my students hand in their manuscripts, and I won't have time to show them to you."

Yan Yan dawdled, did not turn on his own computer, but reluctantly took Xin Ran's computer back, opened the WPS computer terminal, logged in to his own cloud document, downloaded the paper, and finally struggled: :

"That...you don't feel relieved about me? You can change it for me without trouble..."

Without saying a word, Xin Ran quickly seized control of the computer.

He thought to himself: If he had been rushing to show off early on in the usual time, if he kept it hidden, the writing would definitely be terrible, and it would definitely be the kind that would be rejected and sent back for major revisions.

After 15 anxious minutes.

Xin Ran had blue veins throbbing on his forehead, and it took all his efforts to hold back the urge to make fun of him. He just gritted his back molars and stretched out his hand to push his glasses.

Yan Yan, who is very knowledgeable about current affairs, immediately begged for mercy: "Well, Teacher Xin, let me go?"

Xin Ran turned her head, stared at Yan Yan intently and said:

Yan Yan said dryly, "Yes."

Xin Ran took a breath, closed her eyes, and said softly, "Yan Yan."

Yan Yan, who was called by name, swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Huh?"

Xin Ran opened his eyes, showing a warm smile like a spring breeze, and raised a hand, slowly approaching Yan Yan's head, then pinched his face, and asked tenderly:

"You gave me the cover and catalog?"

"I got 600 in CET-7.5 and [-] in IELTS, so why don't you translate the English summary for me? It doesn't make any sense?"

"The nearly [-]-word basis for the topic in the opening report was used to write the preface for you, and you just sparingly hold back these few words for me?"

"For the data tables that need to be inserted in the paper, half of them should be placed at the bottom of the previous page, and half of them should be placed at the top of the next page?"

"Don't make any signs, just put a bare picture on there for me?"

"The discussion part is beyond my professional scope, so I won't express my opinion-but please explain, the format and punctuation of the Chinese and English references, why give me a mess?"

Xin Ran took a breath, and asked with the utmost gentleness:

"Because I've become half a graduate student, so I don't want a bachelor's degree certificate anymore? I saw that you were itching to be idle at home all day, and thought you had already done things properly. Who knows, this person is really lazy and can't get used to it. The unshakable professional No. [-] is proud and complacent, it is really bullish."

Yan Yan was speechless: "..."

"—Think about the old three and the fourth, are you guilty? Oh, by the way, Maomao's thesis has also been written like this? Is it possible that all of you are so virtuous? Well, it seems that I have to test myself The pusher in your hand is safe, lest he is like you, once his tail is raised, he can't pull it back."

Yan Yan stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to quietly take the laptop from Xin Ran's lap, but failed.

He didn't know which one to answer Xin Ran's series of firecracker questions first, or even whether he should answer them, so he had to say in a nutshell, in a nutshell:

"Mr. Xin, I know I was wrong, don't hang on to me, let me live."

Xin Ran snorted out of his nose, hating iron for being weak.

Yan Yan thought to himself: I have long heard that the more charming Teacher Xin's smile is, the more he can make people doubt life like a fool. I didn't believe it before, but today I finally saw the "sword mouth" of this "tofu-hearted" comrade .

I'm afraid I'm afraid.

He admitted that he was a little carried away after he relaxed recently. Although he knew that there was something waiting for him to do, he kept procrastinating from today to tomorrow, and from tomorrow to the day after tomorrow. The efficiency and quality of completion were not very high.

It's not like him at all.

Yan Yan sighed in his heart, indeed he was born in sorrow and died in peace.

After Xin Ran snorted, he stopped talking and didn't look at his messy graduation thesis again. "If I participate in your defense, I will definitely call you back and rewrite it immediately" and "You still have to rewrite it" all over his face. If you have the face, please don't hang up, just go back and wait for a supplementary argument."

Beads of sweat hung on Yan Yan's head, and he remorsefully and deeply reflected on himself:

"I really know I was wrong, Mr. Xin, don't be angry, huh?"

Xin Ran snorted again, but still didn't look at him.

Yan Yan was quite anxious: "Tomorrow I will... no, today, just for a while, after you go to class, I will change it right away, and I will check it for you when I come back after dinner, huh?"

"As for your thesis manuscript that leaks everywhere like a sieve, can you change a decent one for me to check in two hours?" Xin Ran raised her eyebrows and said mercilessly, "You are like this, and you still want to have dinner Can you eat it?"

Yan Yan touched her stomach subconsciously:

"Then can we... um... draw it slowly?"

"Hey, don't think that you can please me by saying a few more four-character words." The corner of Xin Ran's mouth raised a sarcasm, "So much time was left for you before, and you swayed back and forth in front of me all day long like nothing happened. , why didn't you think of 'picking it up slowly'?"

Yan Yan said so many mistakes, so he had no choice but to honestly give up the argument, and said sincerely: "I was wrong."

Xin Ran narrowed her eyes, waiting for Yan Yan's next words.

Yan Yan was silent for two seconds, and said in resignation, "I'll change it now."

The strict teacher Xin snorted again, stood up, Shi Shiran went into the kitchen, and refilled himself with a cup of hot tea.

When he came back again, Yan Yan had already started work, concentrating on correcting his thesis.

Xin Ran, who had a good time cursing just now, finally changed her identity from "teacher" to "wife", and slowly walked out of the kitchen with a teacup in her hand, wondering whether what she said was easy for Yan Shaoxia's heart to enter. The heart of the confused period causes harm.

After thinking about it, he came to the conclusion that there is a certain possibility.

So he coughed unnaturally, stood in front of the sofa and said after deliberation:

"Actually...the writing isn't that bad. To be honest, it's still much better than most of the students. Well, it's due on Tuesday anyway, so you...you have time, so you can find time to change it yourself."

Hearing this, Yan Yan raised his head to motion for him to sit over, and then asked:

"You just think it doesn't look like and shouldn't be something I wrote, right?"

Xin Ran thought about it, and then hummed.

The strong version of Yan Shaoxia, who frequently updates the "software", not only did not get hurt, but even smiled at Xin Ran:

"I see, there will be no next time, huh?"

Xin Ran looked at Yan Yan, who was serious about every cell in his body, and suddenly felt a little hot.

He turned his face away trying to cover up, and whispered: "Yes."

Yan Yan didn't give him a chance to be shy, and said without shame:

"I really deserve to be my life mentor and my life partner."

Xin Ran raised her eyebrows, and gave Yan Yan today's humanistic care:

"Did your face hurt just now? If it doesn't hurt, do it again?"

Yan Yan immediately fell silent and concentrated on revising his thesis.

For the next one or two hours, Yan Yan's slender fingers kept jumping on the keyboard of the laptop, and his eyes only wandered back and forth between the screen and Xin Ran.

Xin Ran turned on the silent mode, held his teacup, and occasionally answered one or two questions about the overall structure and format of the thesis.

Yan Yan stretched, moved his numb legs, glanced at the time, and said:

"It's almost three o'clock."

Xin Ran nodded, indicating that she knew, and said:

"I pay attention to the time, you don't need to call me, just concentrate on correcting your thesis."

Yan Yan put his hands on Xin Ran's shoulders, and said recklessly:

"I don't want to change it."

Before Teacher Xin got angry for the second time, he added:

"Stay next to me, baby, I'm in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han."

Xin Ran gritted her back molars and said, "If you don't know how to use it, don't use it indiscriminately. Isn't it embarrassing?"

Before Yan Yan started smiling at him, he picked up the voice and said first:

"Do you think I interfere with your business? All right, then I'll go to the office. In the future, I will either make room for you, or you can go to the library by yourself."

"It doesn't affect my business." Yan Yan grabbed Xin Ran, who was about to stand up, and whispered into his ear, "It just makes me want to do something else."

By the time Xin Ran realized it, he was already on the bed.

Xin Ran covered Yan Yan's face with one hand, and broke down, "Young man, can you stop being so careless?"

Yan Yan kissed his finger: "No, it's quite upright."

In fact, Yan Shaoxia only wanted to roll on the bed with his teacher Xin in his arms, but he couldn't hold back the rolling.

In the end, only 10 minutes were left for Mr. Xin, who started class at four o'clock, to put on his pants.

The consequences are—

Xin Ran rubbed her waist, and before slamming the door viciously, she left a ruthless sentence:

"If you haven't finished correcting when I come back from class at night, you can sleep on the floor in the library from now on, Yan, Shao, Xia."

Yan Yan rushed over to open the door, and shouted at Xin Ran's back:

"Have a hard time in class, I'll pick you up for dinner after class, and I'll rub your waist when I come back at night!"