luck on thursday

Mr. Borg greeted him from behind the desk: "Joe, come here, I'll help you highlight the key points to look at."

"it is good."

Lin Qingyang walked over obediently, and was about to sit on the opposite side of the table, but Mr. Boger pressed his shoulders and pulled him to the chair next to him, and the two of them squeezed to the side of the desk: "If you sit across from each other, your neck will be very uncomfortable, and it will hurt your neck. My eyesight isn't very good either."

He shrugged a little embarrassedly: "I'm afraid Mr. Borg will feel crowded."

"How could it be?" Borg looked at his face intently, with something Lin Qingyang couldn't understand in his eyes, "Joe is very thin."

"I just don't like eating too much."

Lin Qingyang met his gaze head-on, goosebumps all over his body, it was hard for him to explain why he was so terrified by the sight of someone who was obviously such a gentle and refined Mr. Chef.

"Let's take a look at this book first. This is the first book in this series. According to Joe, this book should be the most suitable for laying the foundation."

Mr. Boger took out a book from the pile of books in Lin Qingyang's hand, and brushed his fingers across the back of his hand. Lin Qingyang trembled sensitively, and wanted to withdraw his hand abruptly with some embarrassment, but was stopped by his still sober head .

Is he being overly vigilant?It's just that I accidentally touched it... he thought to himself.

Mr. Borg glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qingyang suspected that she had a problem: "No, no."

He barely settled down to look at the catalog of the book, but in the next hour together, nothing happened, making him think that everything was his own illusion.

After all, Mr. Borg is a famous chef, how could it be...

When it was almost nine o'clock, Lin Qingyang finished studying the general content division of several books, he looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and said embarrassedly: "Ah, it's almost nine o'clock, I have to go back quickly, Don't bother Mr. Borg any longer."

"How come, don't bother at all."

Mr. and Mrs. Bogue sent him to the door, talked and laughed with each other, stood side by side behind the door, and watched him go down the stairwell and disappear into the street behind the door.

Lin Qingyang held the bag containing the books in his arms, and walked for a while casually, only to realize that he couldn't go all the way back like this. At least a few kilograms of heavy book bags would make his arms unable to do tomorrow's work.

But it was very late now, and the taxi drivers in Rosaburg seemed to not like to come out to earn money at night. Lin Qingyang walked for nearly 10 minutes without encountering a taxi.

Shouldn't it be a long journey back to the dormitory...

He saw a bus stop in front of him, three or two people were standing or sitting, waiting for the late bus to take them back.

Lin Qingyang hurried over, bent down to look at the stop sign, and planned the shortest path in his mind, but even so, he still had to walk for another 10 minutes.

Worryingly, he turned the books in his arms, and took off the black bag on his back, to see if he could stuff all the books in and carry them on his back.

The wobbly bus came from a far corner, the driver was sitting in the driver's seat, his face was almost blurred by the oncoming headlights.

The pedestrians waiting for the bus seemed to have been summoned. They all looked up at the bus number, and finally lifted the things in their hands and stepped on the pedal of the bus.

Lin Qingyang also squinted her eyes, trying her best to identify the number plate that she couldn't see clearly at night, seeing that it was not the bus she was waiting for, she shrugged her shoulders in frustration, and silently found a clean place to sit in a corner of the bus stop.

Seeing that no one was coming up again, the bus door slowly closed, and a puff of exhaust gas was emitted, blowing away the dust on the ground.

The street lamps in Rosaburg were warm and indifferent, and Lin Qingyang happened to have one above his head, providing him with bright lighting, combining the shadows of people and benches together, stretching them very long.

Just as he was about to dig out the book he just had from his bag to pass the time, the horn of a car rang in his ear, very briefly:

"Beep, beep."

A car drove up in front of him, and the window was lowered, revealing a familiar face.

"Louis!" Lin Qingyang stood up in surprise, rushed to the car window, and lay on top of it, "Good evening, Louis!"

Mr. Wilfried turned his head, his gray-green pupils reflected the blue light of the car radio.He chuckled, "Good evening, Joe."

Lin Qingyang sat in the co-pilot under Louis' gesture, and obediently fastened the seat belt.

Louis glanced over with a half-smile, saw Lin Qingyang clumsily pulling out the seat belt and buckling it up, and asked softly, "Do you want to turn on the air conditioner?"

"No, I'm not very cold."

As he said that, Lin Qingyang shivered unconsciously. Louis didn't speak, and turned on the air conditioner to increase the temperature.

The temperature inside the car gradually rose, and Lin Qingyang finally recovered. A thin car window separated the inside and the outside into two completely different worlds. The biting cold wind was completely blocked.

The car drove very smoothly, and could vaguely smell the faint scent of car perfume. Lin Qingyang shifted his center of gravity a little uneasy, and told Louis where he lived. Louis nodded and turned the steering wheel steadily, and the surrounding scenery gradually changed. Lin Qingyang also relaxed after getting familiar with it.

The radio in the car was playing an exceptionally soothing song, and the female voice sang slowly, drawing the melodious and beautiful treble like a filament.

Lin Qingyang asked: "Where is Louis going at night?"

Louie: "Go to the airport."

His voice was low and deep, almost blending into the inconspicuous accompaniment of the singing, Lin Qingyang almost didn't hear what he was saying, and it took him a long time to realize: "Oh! Then you send me back now...?"

"There are still two hours before the plane takes off," Louis said, tilting his head and smiling reassuringly. "There is plenty of time. Besides, I'm unlikely to leave Joe alone by the side of the road and turn a blind eye."

Lin Qingyang originally wanted to refute that he could take the bus, but after thinking about it, he shut up and waited quietly for Louis to take him to his destination.

He heard the gentleman sitting in the driver's seat chuckle and motioned him to look at the small storage compartment in the middle of the seat. Lin Qingyang carefully opened it, and found a compartment full of candies, all of which were brands he had never seen before!

"Wow!"

Lin Qingyang gave a small exclamation, and looked at Louis: "Can I have one?"

Louis didn't look back, and drove the car dutifully: "Of course. Besides, these are all bought for you, and you can even take them all away."

"So many!" Lin Qingyang said in surprise, and immediately reacted, and quickly waved his hands, "No, no, there are too many, just one or two."

Like a hamster hoarding food, he picked up two of his favorite flavors of milk, flipped through them, and found a lot of novel, never-before-tasted Mexican tropical fruit flavors, and wanted to pick up two more and bring them back to his nest , and a little embarrassed, struggled for a long time, hesitated to put one toffee back, and picked out another one.

The block where the dormitory is located is coming soon.

"Thank you for driving me back, otherwise I might have to wait there for a long time." Lin Qingyang thanked him, Louis smiled and didn't answer, but put his hand into his pocket, like a popular little girl The children's favorite magician, clatter clatter, dropped a bag of candies.

Lin Qingyang was carrying a bag of candy, a little at a loss, Louis smiled.

"I'm leaving first, and I'll come back to you later." His gray-green pupils were under the overhead light at the gate, reflecting the luster of gemstones, and his long eyebrows were slightly raised, not at all indifferent as when they first met.

Lin Qingyang said hello in a daze, and watched him go away.

He went back to the dormitory, completely unresponsive, and watched his roommate rush over and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Joe!" The roommate called him very enthusiastically, Lin Qingyang almost didn't get goose bumps, and hurriedly beat him down, and heard the roommate talking to him intimately, "I saw you coming back just now..."

Lin Qingyang turned her head and hung her bag on the chair, took out several books: "What?"

"... Which gentleman is that handsome guy who sent you back? I haven't seen him these days."

Lin Qingyang scratched her chin: "I met on the train. You can take a ride on 'North Star', maybe you can meet someone more handsome."

The roommate was downcast: "Farewell, the bird speed of Polaris, maybe I can ride a bicycle faster than it..."

"Mr. Borg gave you all these books?" The roommate didn't continue the topic, but changed to a more interested one.

Lin Qingyang nodded.

He said with a smile: "Mr. Boger is really a knowledgeable gentleman. I have many doubts, but he can answer them perfectly. He also invited me to study at his house next time..."

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw my roommate hesitated to speak, and felt that something was wrong.