paranoia

During the lunch break, the cicadas kept chirping outside the window, the occasional sound of pages turning came from the corner cubicle of the teacher's office, and the wind from the floor fan stirred the hair on the forehead of the sleeping man.

With the sound of footsteps from far and near, the half-closed glass door was pushed open from the outside, and someone knocked politely, "Teacher Song Wanzhou"

The man who was leaning back on the chair suddenly woke up. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the surrounding environment. Seeing the familiar decoration, he heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his eyelids, picked up his glasses from the table and put them on, his voice Slightly hoarse, he replied softly: "Ning Bo, is there a meeting?"

"The regular meeting was transferred to the second lecture on Thursday afternoon last week." The man outside the door stretched out his hand and fiddled with the name tag with Song Wanzhou's name on it twice, and smiled, "Wanzhou, you haven't been in the mood lately." .”

Since Song Wanzhou got the national project, he has been staying up all night in the laboratory recently. He didn't even go to the private dinner between the teachers two days ago. When there are classes, he runs back and forth between the classroom and the laboratory. Like a spinning top, it keeps spinning.

"The small project is urgent, so we need to finish it first." Song Wanzhou took a sip of the still warm coffee, "Is there anything Ning Bo can do?"

"Other teachers call me by my name, but you can't correct it no matter what." Ning Xi said helplessly.

Ning Xi is the Ph.D supervisor of their research group and has helped Song Wanzhou a lot. Naturally, he can't be called by his first name. Just saying 'Ning Bo' is enough to show respect for him.

Seeing that he had no intention of changing his words at all, Ning Xi could only follow him, noticing that the name plate hanging on the door was still the same as before, and asked, "Wan Zhou, why haven't you changed it? Didn't it come for you?" ?"

After the lab applied for the funds, Ning Xi, as the leader of the research team, proposed to renovate their teacher's office, which was not completed until the end of last month.The main reason is to rearrange the layout and leave a separate office for the new teachers.

Mingming specially arranged a spacious office for Song Wanzhou. Not only did he not want it, but he had to choose a cubicle in the corner where the air conditioner was not even installed, which made Ning Xi dumbfounded after all his efforts.

Now that Song Wanzhou has been exceptionally promoted to associate professor, all the appointment documents in the courtyard have been issued, and the title of lecturer is still hung on the door of Song Wanzhou's office.

The caffeine slightly stimulated the sleepy nerves, Song Wanzhou pursed his lips, and said flatly: "It's not necessary, as long as it works."

The newly made house number was placed on Song Wanzhou's desk, but he never remembered to replace it, and he didn't care much about it, so it has been delayed until now.

"Sigh." Ning Xi noticed the coffee bags piled up in the trash can, and shook his head, "Wanzhou, you can't go on like this, your body is the most important thing."

"fine."

Song Wanzhou was just promoted from lecturer to associate professor this year, so he was finally able to recruit masters to help him, but the two students who contacted him didn't come until September, and now Song Wanzhou is still busy with the big and small. project.

There was undisguised sleepiness in his eyes, and it looked like he didn't sleep last night.

Ning Xi sighed, he has known Song Wanzhou for several years, he has always been like this, he doesn't care about anything, even his own health problems are not taken seriously, and he doesn't interact too much with others. I heard him mention the matter of falling in love, he is gentle and alienated, and he is separated from everyone by a distance of not too close or too far.

Seeing that Ning Xi obviously had something to say to him, Song Wanzhou wiped his glasses and reminded again: "Does Ning Bo have something to say?"

Ning Xi suddenly realized that he just talked about some irrelevant things, almost forgot about the business, pointed to the door, and lowered his voice, "I've been here for a while, it seems that I came to see you."

"Find me?"

Looking at the time, at 02:30, Song Wanzhou thought that he might have contacted his teacher to visit the laboratory. He stood up, tied his loose hair behind him with a hair tie, and straightened the neckline of his shirt.

"Has it been a long time?" he asked.

As soon as Song Wanzhou closed his eyes, people outside the door came. Ning Xi felt sorry for him, and was unwilling to wake him up, so he asked the student to make a pot of tea and wait until

I didn't start to call him until the tea was cold.

"Well," Ning Xi nodded, revealing the rumors, "It doesn't look like he's here to talk about the project, he seems to be a reporter, and what I see in his hand seems to be a recording pen."

"Reporter?" Song Wanzhou asked suspiciously.

When Song Wanzhou first took office, the students were more interested in his appearance. Taking advantage of the class, they secretly took a lot of photos and posted them on social platforms, attracting some local netizens to come to his class specifically to take a look. Whether I am consistent with the gentleness described on the Internet, also provoked interviews from tabloid reporters, which delayed him a lot of time.

But recently, the students have passed the freshness, and there are fewer people secretly taking pictures between classes. Song Wanzhou doesn't understand why there are still reporters coming to his door.

As soon as he opened the door, the two people standing at the door surrounded him, looked up and down, and looked at the photo in his hand, and after confirming that it was him, he asked kindly: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Yan Mingyuan? "

Hearing the former name from a stranger, Song Wanzhou's heart tightened, he felt a little uncomfortable, and frowned slightly, "Who are you?"

The man took out his press card from his pocket and showed it to Song Wanzhou, explaining: "We are reporters from the Beijing Society News, and we know that you lived in the 'Binhe Children's Welfare Institute' for a period of time when you were young. Prove it."