Learn the gods, do you set up cp?

Chapter 133 Three Criticisms
Zhou Chen put the little girl to sleep and gently placed her on the bed.

Gentle and embarrassed,

"Senior, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhou Chen took off Vacheron Constantin's watch, stuffed it into his trousers, rolled up his sleeves,

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

smiling softly,

"Then let's cook for Xiaozhen together tonight."

Xiaozhen is the name of the little girl.

Zhou Chen nodded.

Rourou received Qin Jing's message back to her, and she quickly took out her mobile phone to read it.

Qin Jing replied to her with only one good word, but joy welled up in her gentle heart.

Zhou Chen asked curiously,
"who are you chatting with?"

Gently subconsciously said,

"Qin Jing."

She didn't mean to hide it deliberately.

Everyone will know sooner or later.

The audience thought they had heard it wrong.

Zhou Chen also thought that he had heard it wrong. He froze for a while before he was sure that what he had just heard was indeed Qin Jing.

The youngest professor at NUS, a young mathematician with both reputation and academics.

He also heard.

It's hard to ignore the 21-year-old Ramanujan Award winner.

Zhou Chen suddenly remembered the trending search he saw yesterday, and asked,
"Qin Jing is your teacher?"

Gently nodded, smiled and said,
"Correct."

Zhou Chen helped Rourou wash the dishes, but couldn't help asking,
"Are you familiar with Qin Jing?"

With a gentle downcast smile,
"Very familiar."

The bullet screen was already in shock.

It's fine to break the dimensional wall before.

God Qin is still very familiar with Ruan Rou? !
But Zhou Chen was lost in thought.

In the evening, the program team asked the parents to pick up Xiaozhen.

Rourou now probably figured out what kind of routine "Nianhua" is.

On the first day, let them do what they like to do, which is their current situation.

On the second day, food recalled everyone's childhood.

On the third day, let them bring their children again.

It is estimated that they will have to enter the nursing home tomorrow.

In the evening, the program organizes guests to watch fireworks and walk the red carpet.

The director specially came to talk about the storyboard with Wen Rou.

Gentle understood the meaning of the program group.

She was wearing a smoky blue mermaid dress, and she walked from the other end of the red carpet, and Zhou Chen also walked up the steps at the same time.

Among the crowds,

The two are in full bloom,

A crown of beauty,
A Long Yue Wushuang.

Just like the golden wind and jade dew meet each other during the Shangyuan Festival.

It is exactly the same as Changjue Chuyan's famous scene.

Wen Rou and Zhou Chen looked at each other and smiled.

The fireworks scattered, blurring the beauty's face.

The fetters of thousands of years ago shuttle continuously.

There was no reason for the gentleness to be a little moved, as if she was back half a year ago, when she was still the palace chief.

She looked at Zhou Chen with a smile.

Zhou Chen's eyes were lingering, every inch of Chu Yan's appearance.

It is also the eyes of Chu Yan who loves Changjue deeply.

The bullet screen was written so fast that the audience remembered this scene, and they were all quite emotional at the moment.

CP fans are even more excited, yesterday's sadness is healed by the same frame at this moment.

And the fireworks were watched near the TV station, Wen Rou stood on the rooftop and watched the fireworks falling from the sky.

The assistant suddenly gave her the phone, it was Qin Jing's number.

Gentle went to pick it up where the camera couldn't capture it.

Qin Jing's voice was still low and gentle,
"Going home tonight?"

The gentle voice is smart and clear, deliberately teasing him,

"you guess?"

Qin Jing lowered his eyes and extinguished the cigarette on the balcony.

His voice sounded like a smile on the phone,

"Come back, I miss you."

She smiled softly,

"Then I'll go back later, you wait for me at home, don't come out, I'm afraid of being photographed."

Qin Jing said softly,
"Ah."

The wind blows through the night, and the fireworks coming from afar are brilliant and warm.

But his back looks more and more spacious and lonely.

The live broadcast on the laptop was playing silently.

The bullet screen repeated Zhou Wen's love for a hundred years.

Wen Rou got into the company's car, went around and got rid of several paparazzi following the car, before daring to go back to the community.

Rou Rou wanted to enter the password for the door, but Qin Jing opened the door from the inside before reaching out her hand.

Gentle bumped into his arms, raised her head and smiled,
"I'm back so you don't have to stay alone in the empty room."

"are you happy?"

Qin Jing caught her with a low and hoarse voice,

"Happy."

But he didn't smile.

Ruan Wen walked into the living room and saw the book covered upside down on the table. She picked it up curiously and found that it was a critique of practical reason, the third of Kant's three major critiques.

She only saw the first criticism, but Qin Jing actually saw the third criticism.

Gentle surprised,
"Why are you looking at this?"

Qin Jing usually never reads this kind of book.

Gently turned two pages,

"I'm also watching this recently, and I just saw the first criticism."

Qin Jing didn't speak, just looked at her.

Rourou sat down and found that there were the first two critical books beside her, and those two books were obviously read.

But on the whole, it is too new, as if it has just been unpacked.

Gentle and surprised,
"Did you finish reading these three books in one day?"

Qin Jing didn't answer, he stretched out his hand and tugged, Rourou fell into his arms.

The Criticism of Practical Reason in Rourou's hand was thrown aside in a whirl.

She looked up and smiled,
"What are you doing."

He stroked his gentle hair, but his tone was low and hoarse, as if he was afraid of breaking through the thin ice,

"I'm afraid that I don't understand you, and that you will like someone who understands you better than me."

She and Zhou Chen resonated so much in their thoughts, reading the same book at the same time.

Not to mention the yearning and admiration she has always shown for Zhou Chen.

She smiled softly, holding his face with her small palm, her watery eyes sparkled,
"Don't worry, I don't like philosophers, writers, or writers."

Qin Jing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he looked at her steadily.

Holding his face gently and smiling,
"I just like mathematicians."

The fragrance of hyacinth on her body is like a vine, and the breaths are connected, almost touching him,

"Great mathematician, will you allow me to like you?"

Qin Jing looked at her and was silent for a moment.

The wind suddenly calmed down, and everything was silent.

The next second he suddenly kissed her.

The slender fingers passed through her hair, slid across her waist, and tightly wrapped around her waist.

Gentle is going to shrink back, she hasn't taken off her lipstick yet.

Qin Jing held her down and didn't let her leave.

He clamped her waist and hugged her with a little more strength.

Gentle can feel that her heartbeat seems to become very fast.

Qin Jing seldom treats her so forcefully.

The wind blew in through the open door of the balcony, and the light-colored curtains swayed,

Wen Rou took a slightly short breath before Qin Jing let her go.

Qin Jing looked at her fixedly.

Those peach-blossom eyes that are so beautiful that one can fall for a second are bottomless at this moment.

Affectionate eyes are supposed to look at people's affection, and his eyes are full of complex emotions, falling like clouds in the sky, but those eyes are fixed on her, making gentleness fall into them unconsciously.

Gently kissed him tentatively.

Qin Jing didn't move, still looking at her.

The peak of the lips is sharper than the bridge of the nose, and the thick eyelashes cannot hide the passion in the eyes.

The handsome facial features were always cold and distant, but they had a pair of affectionate eyes.

But at this moment, not only the light in his eyes is flowing, but also the indistinct emotions, which are enticing people to move forward step by step.

Gentle couldn't resist the direct gaze of those peach blossom eyes, and couldn't help but say,

"Qin Jing, you are really good at making people want to fall in love with you."

Qin Jing slightly lowered his eyelids, seemingly carelessly,
"Want to date me?"

Nod gently.

Qin Jing suddenly smiled,

"But I don't know the three major criticisms, okay?"

Gentle froze for a moment.

Qin Jing reached out and threw the Criticism of Practical Reason directly into the trash can, then looked into her eyes and repeated,
"It won't work, will it?"

The pages of the book flipped and fell into the trash can.

Ruan didn't understand what he meant, but she clearly felt that his actions at the moment had other meanings.

She stared blankly at Qin Jing, her mind spinning rapidly.

Qin Jing reached out and threw another book, and asked her persistently,
"No, okay?"

The book slammed into the trash can, splashing some soot.

Seeing that Qin Jing was about to pick up the remaining book, Rou Rou finally realized what Qin Jing was talking about.

She quickly picked up the remaining book and threw it into the trash can.

"can!"

Three new books stacked on top of each other in a trash can.

Qin Jing suddenly laughed.

Gentleness immediately put her arms around his neck,
"Can I date you now?"

The heaviness in Qin Jing's eyes finally dissipated layer by layer, and there was a bit of a smile that flowed around,
"Then you can coax me coquettishly, and if you coax me well, I will fall in love with you."

She whimpered twice in a gentle gesture, and stretched out her hand,

"My hand seemed to be burned when setting off fireworks, it was so hot."

Qin Jing looked at her curiously, wanting to see what kind of medicine she sold in the gourd.

Gentle and pitiful,
"Is there anyone with ice-cold abs?"

Qin Jing couldn't hold back, turned his head to another place and smiled.

The night is shrouded, extending in from the window.

The gentle voice is very soft, very soft,
"It's fine if you don't know how to act, it's fine if you don't know the three major criticisms, it's fine if you don't know how to win the Mao Dun Literature Award."

Qin Jing's gaze shifted back to her.

The gentle eyes are shining, meeting his gaze,

"Qin Jing, you are already dazzling enough, you don't have to go the same way as me, I will also like you."

She solemnly said,
"I wanted to go to NUS, not because of Zhou Chen, but because I knew that the mathematics department of NUS was better than that of Huada. I guess you would choose NUS. If you didn't receive the news of MIT admission, I would not be shaken. , and I will not make up my mind to take the NUS because of Teacher Zhou's encouragement."

"As a literati, Mr. Zhou is indeed excellent, but I have regarded him as a teacher and an idol of study from the very beginning."

She looked up into his eyes,

"Qin Jing, I always want to get you, not to be you. You are different from others."

Qin Jing looked at her and was silent for a long time.

There was finally a smile in his eyes that was about to burst out.

Listening to her serious words, Qin Jing lowered his eyelids, looking at her hands in his clothes,

"hand."

Gentle and pretending to be wronged,

"pain."

Qin Jing looked at her with a smile,
"It's like this at the beginning of a relationship, isn't it impolite?"

Gentle snort,

"There are even more impolite ones."

Qin Jing asked leisurely,
"Why is it more impolite?"

Gentle didn't say anything, but her actions already showed everything.

Qin Jing grabbed her hand that was fumbling under his shirt,

"Gentle, you are playing a hooligan."

raise eyebrows gently,

"After all, I'm a scumbag."

Qin Jing smiled.

The wind blows through the curtains and green plants.

The book Criticism of Practical Rationality in the trash can has a plastic cover that reflects light.

The ravings of the gods live in rationality, but the love bestowed by the gods does not discuss rationality, and the practice of loving God will not accept human criticism.

　Kant is a sage of philosophy, and the three major criticisms are also a masterpiece of philosophy. Anyone who is interested can read it. I am guilty, I admit my mistake, I really just fell for love

　　
　
(End of this chapter)