paranoia

With the arrival of the first rain after autumn, the summer vacation is over, and major colleges and universities in Hangzhou start school one after another. The originally quiet campus is filled with laughter from new faces.

After submitting the final report of the horizontal project, Song Wanzhou, who had been working overtime for more than a month, was finally able to take a breather and turn his attention to preparing lessons and leading new students.

The two graduate students under his name came to the research group to report a week in advance, which can be regarded as helping Song Wanzhou to share a lot of workload.

Entrusted by Ning Xi, Song Wanzhou, who was free, was responsible for explaining the project plans and progress of all teachers to all freshmen who wanted to know about the research group.

"Ning Bo is the main person in charge of our structural mechanics research group..."

Today is already the third wave of students that Song Wanzhou has received. His voice has become a little hoarse when he talked, and he was interrupted by a knock on the door before he could finish speaking.

"Hang Hang Hang"

Song Wanzhou took a sip of water and motioned for the students in the back row to help open the door.

After the door opened, Yan Yan from the Second Research Institute leaned halfway in, and playfully waved the ringing cell phone in his hand, "Mr. Song, your cell phone has been ringing, and my wife is here to check the guard again."

The note on the call was *, and the other students present were staring at Song Wanzhou gossipingly.

"Yan Yan, you continue to talk about Ning Bo's polymer material subject to the younger brothers and younger sisters, and I will go out to answer the phone."

Song Wanzhou took the phone, closed the door, walked aside and answered the phone in a low voice, "Xiaojing, what's wrong?"

A lazy voice came from the phone, "Brother, this is number 14, why are you ignoring me?"

Hearing the tiredness in the other party's words, Song Wanzhou explained: "I was in the conference room talking to the freshmen, and my phone was in the office, so I didn't hear it."

"Oh." Song Jingban leaned on the sofa and yawned deliberately, "I forgot to bring the keys to the house, when will brother come back?"

Song Wanzhou glanced at the time, it was only 16:45, it was still early to get off work, not to mention that after the explanation, he had to take the students to visit the laboratory, and he might have to plan the research direction for his students later, at night at the latest to go back.

"There are a lot of things to do today," Song Wanzhou explained in a low voice, "Maybe I won't be back until very late."

Song Jing's face darkened, and he said dissatisfiedly: "It's late?" Looking up, he noticed that the pillows with his photo printed on them were placed in every corner of the sofa, and then chuckled again, "It's okay, then I'll pick you up Get off work."

"Need not..."

Song Jing didn't give Song Wanzhou a chance to refuse, and hung up the phone directly.

Song Wanzhou sighed at the beeping mobile phone, Song Jing came back more and more frequently.

Ever since Song Jing returned to Hangzhou with him, he directly lived in the house Song Wanzhou rented temporarily.If Song Jing didn't need to fly to other places for activities, he would stay at his home and never consider going back to Song's home.

Song Wanzhou himself seldom went back to his bachelor apartment, he just spent the night on the sofa in the office when he got busy.On the other hand, Song Jing, who was busier than him running notices all over the country, always sneaked back to Hangzhou and kept adding things to his apartment.

After the whole summer vacation, it was full of Song Jing's personal items from inside to outside.

At first, Song Wanzhou would resist, dissuading Song Jing that he should go back to Song's house, but Song Jing ignored it. After a long time, he got used to Song Jing showing up suddenly at his house from time to time.

Song Jing even fumbled for the key while he was asleep, and made a spare for himself.He came and went freely, as if he was the head of the household.

Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, no one understood Song Jing's stubborn temper better than him, as long as he said he would come to pick him up from get off work, he would definitely come.It was just when the students started school, and there were no less people on campus than the previous few days. He was worried that Song Jing would be recognized, so he sighed and chose to send Song Jing a WeChat message.

Song Wanzhou: The school is crowded, don't come, I will try to go back as soon as possible.

Song Jing replied almost instantly.

Song Jing: My brother doesn't need to be so euphemistic in expressing his concern, just tell me directly.

Song Jing:

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Song Jing: I just got off the plane, I haven't eaten all day, I'm so hungry.

Just after sending the WeChat message, Song Jing picked a few grapes from the snacks piled on the coffee table and fed them into his mouth.

Song Wanzhou: Order takeaway for you or eat outside the school?I have to accompany the students later, so I may not be able to eat for the time being.

When he heard that Song Wanzhou couldn't accompany him, but went to accompany the students instead, Song Jing's displeasure was written all over his face.

Song Jing: Male or female?

Song Jing: Don't laugh at them.

Song Jing: I'm not hungry anymore, I want to eat beef brisket noodles, my brother will cook for me when I get home.

Seeing that Song Jing wanted to eat beef brisket noodles, Song Wanzhou hesitated for a moment.

It has been a week since Song Jing left, and Song Wanzhou has not had time to go home. He guesses that the ingredients in the refrigerator have gone stale.He had to hurry up when he went to the supermarket to buy fresh ingredients, the supermarket closed at ten o'clock.

Although in a hurry, he still agreed.

Song Wanzhou: Yes.

"Teacher Song," Yan Yan came out of the conference room, secretly covered her mouth and smiled, "Is the girlfriend's investigation not over yet?"

Song Wanzhou turned off the phone to mute, looked up and asked, "Have you finished?"

Yan Yan nodded, "Yes."

"Thanks, then I'll take them to visit the laboratory." Song Wanzhou nodded slightly, "By the way, if someone comes to see me later, just take him to my office."

After Song Wanzhou left with the freshman, Yan Yan stopped He Yu and Qian Jianglu who were passing by, and asked suspiciously, "Ms. Song really has a girlfriend?"

He Yu and Qian Jianglu are students of Song Wanzhou, and they usually learn Abaqus simulation software from Yan Yan.

"Senior Sister, didn't you say so?" The two said in unison.

Yan Yan snorted, let go of them, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not joking, how can such a high-quality man as Mr. Song have a girlfriend..." They should talk about boyfriends.

She didn't say the second half of the sentence, but just smacked her lips regretfully.

Song Jing sent several WeChat messages without receiving a reply, curled his lips, put his phone in his pocket, and walked around the small house with one bedroom and one living room a few times.

He had only left for a week, but there was dust on the table, and the clean Song Wanzhou didn't even change the quilt cover, it was from last time.Song Jing opened the refrigerator, and there were still unfinished noodles in it when he came back last time. Guessing that Song Wanzhou hadn't been home recently, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He pulled the broker's phone from the blacklist.

Song Jing sneaked back again this time, and had to leave for at least three or four months to film on the set.He couldn't bear not seeing Song Wanzhou for a long time, especially Song Wanzhou couldn't even look at his phone when he was busy, he felt very uncomfortable.So he slipped away on Friday, leaving his agent to make excuses for him to wipe his ass, and he didn't fly back until Monday.

"Buy me a camera," he said, "It doesn't matter how big or small it is."

The manager said helplessly, "Where did you go? The whole crew is looking for you, something will happen."

"I am sick."

"Sick again?"

"Well," Song Jing nodded with a smile, "Lovesickness."

After hanging up the phone, Song Jing took care of the traces in the room, threw the keys under the shoe cabinet, and drove to pick Song Wanzhou off work with his luggage.

After finally finding a parking space under the teaching building, Song Jing reversed the car, honked the horn, and patiently waited for the chatting girls to leave.

Looking at the somewhat familiar figure outside the window, Song Jing frowned tightly, and deliberately rolled down the window to take another look.

After seeing the front face clearly, Song Jing sneered and rolled the window again. He really didn't expect Cen Youfan to come back from abroad so soon.