paranoia

"It's right, it's right!" Ning Xi shook his head again and again, and sighed, "Even if he can't do the most basic thing of 'being a teacher, teaching and educating people', how can we expect him to contribute to the development and construction of the college. It's just that I feel sorry for the pair of twins who are still young, and I don't know who they will follow after their divorce."

Song Wanzhou didn't express his opinion immediately, but closed his eyes and thought for a while quietly.

A few days ago, he and Song Jinggang broke up the private affairs between Cen Youfan and the vice president in the shopping mall. Today, he learned from Ning Xi that the vice president's cheating on raising a junior has already spread in the school, and it has caused bad effects. was fired.

Anyone who looks at it will feel that these two successive events are related, especially recently Song Jing always uses work as an excuse to avoid him on the phone.

Seeing that Song Wanzhou was thinking with his head down, Ning Xi thought he was also worried about the innocent children, sighed, and changed the subject: "Let's not think so much, we will be settled anyway. Speaking of which, Wan Zhou, where did you go to relax on the weekend? You don’t even know about such a big thing happening at school. Seeing that your face is peachy, your complexion is ruddy, and your tone of voice is more moderate than before. Could it be that you are secretly in love? Right? Let us see when you bring it out, you have been single for a long time and have no experience, you must not even be able to coax people, so don't let girls laugh at you."

Reminded by Ning Xi, Song Wanzhou couldn't help thinking of Song Jing's faint smirk and the absurd things that happened on weekends.

Song Wanzhou has classes on Mondays and Tuesdays. According to the habit, he should take advantage of the weekends to prepare lessons at home in advance, but he is pestered by Song Jing who wants to come out.

While eating, Song Jing suddenly mentioned that he wanted to take the postgraduate admissions exam at the end of December, and planned to be admitted to the school where Song Wanzhou taught, and be his student.

Leaving aside the scope of Song Jing's undergraduate majors and Song Wanzhou's research topics, in terms of time alone, there is less than three months for Song Jing to review and prepare, and the possibility of being admitted to a key university is very small. It is even more difficult to get into their school.Song Wanzhou's school's admission score is very high, but just because Song Jing is his younger brother, he won't be able to go through the back door.

No matter what angle he considered, Song Wanzhou felt that Song Jing just said it to make him laugh, and it couldn't be serious, so after Song Jing brought it up, he just agreed casually and didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, when he got up the next day, the only coffee table in the house that was considered spacious was crowded with postgraduate entrance examination materials for various subjects, and Song Jing, who got up early and bought him breakfast, was sitting on the floor behind the pile of books, and then began to read and review.

It turned out that Song Jing had already secretly started reviewing, not because he thought he was in a rush, fishing for three days and drying in the sun for two days, and he had been preparing for a long time, and his manager knew about his arrangement.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the manager knows about it or not. No one can stop Song Jing from making a decision.

It's a thick pile, and I don't know how Song Jing hid it at home before he found it.

Then he remembered Song Jing sitting on the ground, clasping his ears and scratching his cheeks, pestering him to ask him professional questions. Song Wanzhou's eyes were filled with tenderness. He gently moved the corners of his mouth and smiled gently, "On weekends I just help people with homework at home. I didn't go anywhere, and I didn't look at my phone much. Maybe it's because I have more regular meals, so I look much better."

Ning Xi knew that Song Wanzhou lived alone in a single apartment and did not share the rent with anyone, but he didn't think that there was another person in his family who needed homework tutoring, so he asked in surprise: "Why is there an extra child at home? Is it a relative? Let You helped take care of the baby for two days?"

Song Wanzhou shook his head slightly, implying something, but didn't point it out, "I'm not a child for a long time."

Before Ning Xi could ask him clearly, Song Wanzhou glanced at the time, hurriedly picked up the handout to say goodbye to him, and walked towards the teaching building.

It may be a psychological implication. Ever since I heard that the deputy dean was about to be fired because of the scandal, Song Wanzhou has been a little absent-minded and absent-minded all day. In class, even the knowledge points he has talked about countless times It can also be written wrong. If the student hadn't reminded him in time, he wouldn't have noticed.

The eyelid of his right eye kept twitching, as if reminding him that something was about to happen, Song Wanzhou's heart was hanging, not very at ease.

Song Wanzhou didn't understand what was going on until he went back to the office to pick up his briefcase and saw the uninvited guest sitting on his sofa when he got off work, and his hanging heart slowly eased.

Perhaps because he had already prepared himself mentally, Song Wanzhou didn't show much surprise when Cen Youfan suddenly came to his door.

But he still sighed in his heart, the other party came earlier than he imagined.

Song Wanzhou actually expected that the other party would not recognize him, especially when he was with Song Jing.

It's not surprising that Cen Youfan knows where his office is.

Maybe I just didn't pay much attention before, but now that I see him, I just need to ask the person next to my pillow to know that he has been teaching in this school.

"Song Wanzhou, Teacher Song," Cen Youfan raised his face, his eyes were burning, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, his vicious eyes fell directly on Song Wanzhou at the door, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust , the gorgeous red lips pulled a half-smile smile, "Long time no see."

Song Wanzhou clenched his fists involuntarily, his knuckles turned white while pinching the handout, and his thin lips were tightly pressed, he also stared at Cen Youfan's familiar face, which was full of hatred as before, even though he was trying to resist his collapsed emotions, There will still be physiological vomiting, and the calf is weak, and I want to turn around and leave immediately.

The call with Song Jing hadn't been disconnected yet, and Song Jing's voice, puzzled by his sudden silence, came from the phone, "Brother? Are you off work? Do you want me to pick you up?"

Cen Youfan also heard Song Jing's voice, and became more and more impatient, his facial features were twisted together, even though that pure and beautiful face was covered with delicate makeup, his expression looked very ferocious and lost his charm.

Song Wanzhou calmed down, and said to the phone: "Xiao Jing, I may come back later, don't pick me up." Then he didn't listen to Song Jing's answer, and didn't hang up the phone, just locked the screen and put it in his trouser pocket , turned on the recording quietly, and turned the volume of the phone to the lowest level.

Cen Youfan laughed mockingly, and asked knowingly, "Did Song Jing call?" No matter how natural her disdain was, it couldn't conceal the blatant jealousy on her face.

Song Wanzhou didn't answer directly, and looked away from Cen Youfan's angry face lightly. As usual, he walked into the office unhurriedly, took the doorknob, stopped at the desk, and put the handouts in a regular manner. Put it into a folder and put it together with other materials.

It seemed that the whole person was calm and calm, as if he didn't take Cen Youfan seriously at all, just doing his own things step by step.

However, in order to keep calm, only Song Wanzhou knew the pain of fingers and nails embedded in the flesh and blood of his palms, and the smell of blood that filled his entire mouth.

After doing a set of smooth and flowing movements, the people on the sofa almost couldn't sit still.

"Song Wanzhou, you and Song Jing, you two are really happy." Cen Youfan stood up abruptly, snorted coldly, pointed at Song Wanzhou's back, and said eccentrically, "It's really enviable."