The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 118 Red Beans Born in the South

Teaching building, first examination room.

Professor Rong entered the classroom together with a female teacher. The female teacher was wearing a dark gray suit, black-rimmed glasses, and her hair was neatly tied.

The two of them were standing on the podium. The female teacher was counting the number of people who had signed in, while Rong Jing was writing exam instructions on the blackboard with a piece of chalk.

"Professor Rong, there is another candidate who has not arrived."

Hearing this, Rong Jing looked up at the wall clock on the wall, the exam will start in 5 minutes, his face was calm, and he said lightly:

"No wait, don't waste other candidates' time."

The female teacher nodded. Today's students really don't take exams seriously.

However, just as she was about to close the door, she was stopped by Rong Jing again, and a man's voice sounded from behind her:
"Teacher Wang, please wait a little longer."

Rong Jing held the sign-in card and frowned, looking at the only absent photo on it, his heart twitched.

Why is this girl...

In the morning, he specifically asked her to enter the examination room early to adjust her condition. It was about to start, so why didn't she see anyone?

Teacher Wang gave Rong Jing a strange look and said nothing. After waiting for another 2 minutes and no one came in, she still hesitantly spoke:

"According to regulations, no more people should be released at this time,"

Rong Jing's eyebrows almost twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". He raised his wrist to look at his watch and said bravely:
"Wait another five minutes."

Time passed by little by little, and Rong Jing stared at the door, holding the document bag tightly with his fingers.

Rongjing finally heaved a sigh of relief until the radio rang and Su Luo entered the arena stepping on the bell.

Rong Jing glared at her secretly, and his uncharacteristic look made Teacher Wang look at him more.

Su Luo took out her stationery, put her schoolbag on the podium, and walked slowly to the last row to sit down.

Sensing the man's burning gaze, she didn't even give him a glance.

In fact, she arrived very early and deliberately lingered in the bathroom for a long time, calculating the time to enter the venue, so she was angry with this punctual man.

Sure enough, staring at her unhurried back, Rong Jing was filled with anger and felt so anxious that he really wanted to grab her and give her a beating.

But I can only think about it...

He sighed softly and began to remove the seal on the cowhide bag.

The classroom became quiet, with only the sound of clattering paper. The students began to pass the papers back in a row. After a while, Su Luo raised her hand:

"Teacher, I don't need the answer sheet."

As soon as Teacher Wang stood up from the podium, he saw Professor Rong walking over and standing next to the girl, with his head slightly lowered, looking very patient.

Teacher Wang couldn't help but sigh. The rumors were indeed untrustworthy. Who said Professor Rong was cold and cold?This is responsible and attentive to students.

The key is, he looks handsome.

The afternoon sun shines through the glass and hits his broad shoulders. Under his neat short hair, his strong neck looks very masculine. Teacher Wang, who is still single, feels like a deer in his heart.

At this time, Rong Jing stood next to Su Luo, handed her the answer sheets he received from other students, and asked in a low voice:
"How come?"

The examination room was very large, with candidates standing more than half a meter apart from each other. His voice was so soft that no one else except Su Luo could hear him.

Su Luo flipped through the papers casually, without raising her eyes, and said calmly:
"Professor, if you're fine, don't stay here. I feel uncomfortable."

Rong Jing frowned and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Su Luo then raised her twinkling eyes, looked directly at him, and gestured to him:

You're here, I'm nervous.

Rong Jing understood what she meant, and his handsome face turned red quietly, completely inconsistent with his calm temperament.

He coughed lightly, and when he passed by, he secretly took the milk tea on her table and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

It’s full of preservatives, so it’s not delicious.

After a while, Su Luo raised her hand again, saying she wanted to take the calculator in her bag.

It stands to reason that if a student forgets to take something, he only needs to come up and open the bag to get it under the sight of the invigilator.

However, Teacher Wang discovered that Professor Rong had asked the female student to sit down. He did not want to delay her time to do the questions, so he personally found it and sent it to her.

As expected, Professor Rong was really considerate and paid attention to the discipline in the examination room, nipping all possible disciplinary violations in the bud.

The attentive teacher Wang also discovered that Professor Rong recognized the other person's schoolbag at a glance without even asking, and unzipped it in a familiar way.

Does he have a photographic memory?Can you remember everything you saw once?
So, when Rong Jing turned around, he met Teacher Wang's admiring and shy eyes, which made his hair stand up.

Rong Jing patrolled the ground from time to time, and unknowingly, he returned to the position behind Su Luo.

The afternoon sun was very dazzling, and the curtains next to her were broken. Rong Jing calmly walked over and stood one meter away from her, blocking her from the dazzling sunlight.

Only then did he notice that she was wearing a French dark green dress with a square neckline today and a silver ribbon tied in her hair.

The slender wrists swayed regularly, and the back was straight,
Chen Cuijiao's calculation speed gradually slowed down, and she looked at Su Luo's side face in a daze.

She stayed up late last night reviewing, and got up late this morning. In order to make time, she didn't eat breakfast or lunch, so she brushed her teeth and went out.

At this moment, she was in a panic, who knew that Lu Chengchuan was sitting not far away, and Su Luo was also sitting next to her, obviously she had dressed up on purpose.

Is it necessary to dress up like a princess for an exam?Chen Cuijiao complained secretly.

At this time, Su Luo's brain was running rapidly, and she felt like she was being assisted by a god when writing.

While other students were still doing the previous multiple-choice questions, she had already completed the second one and circled all the traps in the questions. Rong Jing nodded happily.

This girl usually looks lazy, and she has to be coaxed and cheated to do a question, but she really doesn't lose the chain at critical times.

Why is his little girl so good in everything? Even if she is good-looking, even the way she holds a pen is a bit more elegant than others.

Rong Jing stared at Su Luo's profile in a daze, her fair and delicate face set off by her dark hair.

Time passed unknowingly, and when there were still 10 minutes left before the end of the exam, Su Luo checked the answers three times and put on the pen.

At this time, Rong Jing had returned to the podium. From the corner of his eye, he glanced in that direction from time to time. When Su Luo moved slightly, he noticed it.

Rong Jing coughed lightly, implying that she checked honestly and was not allowed to hand in the paper in advance.

However, Su Luo turned a deaf ear and stood up directly. Shi Shiran walked to the podium and handed in his paper.

Rong Jing shook his head in disapproval, but couldn't say anything. He lowered his eyes to the paper and asked in a low voice:
"Why don't you write your name?"

After saying that, Rong Jing took the initiative to hand the pen to her.

Su Luo didn't answer and looked at him with a pair of pale eyes. After a few seconds, she raised her eyebrows and moved closer, her soft breath blowing on his face:
"I won't write...are you going to hit me?"

Rong Jing choked and stared at the girl's leaving figure. Her long black eyelashes blinked slowly, and a flush appeared on the base of her ears.

After a while, while no one was paying attention, he imitated her handwriting and signed her name and admission ticket number.

After returning home from the exam, Rong Jing fried the remaining rice in the refrigerator, sprinkled in diced ham and cucumber, turned off the heat, put it on a plate, and served it.

Rong Jing urged her several times before Su Luo came down from upstairs reluctantly.

She still had the same expression as during the day, as if he owed her tens of thousands.

After sitting down, Su Luo looked at the light version of fried rice on the table, took two bites, and said something that was neither salty nor bland:
"Fried rice without oil is also fried rice, essentially the same. If that's the case, why not add oil?"

She had some emotions inside him, and they just happened when they happened. She tried her best to hide them, but she couldn't change the established fact.

Su Luo held her chin with her hands and raised her eyes to look at him. Her eyes were clear and clear, as if she could see through him, and there was a hint of expectation in her eyes.

After waiting for him for a while, seeing that he didn't intend to have a showdown, Su Luo dragged the wooden chair to stand up, glared at him, and went upstairs wearily.The chair legs creaked, Rong Jing swallowed the rice in his mouth, feeling his throat was dry, he drank some water to get better.

Rong Jing put down the tableware. The fried rice that was delicious just now suddenly became unpalatable.

After clearing the table and washing the dishes, everything was done. He stood in the empty living room, feeling depressed.

He entered the bedroom, but couldn't read the documents at all. After a long time, he came to the kitchen again.

Turn on the fire, pour the milk into the pot, and put tea leaves in it.

The cooking pot was bubbling, and before you knew it, the aroma of milk tea filled the air.

After filtering, he took out the red bean paste from the refrigerator and added it, and simmered it slowly. The milky white liquid became colored due to the addition of red beans.

Staring at the slowly blending red and white in the pot, Rong Jing's pair of black eyes like night gradually brightened, and for a long time, he seemed to have figured out some of the crux of the matter.

After turning off the fire, dressing up and cooling down, he went upstairs with a cup of slightly hot milk tea in his hands.

There was a knock on the door. Su Luo looked at Rong Jing standing outside the door and the cup of milk tea in his hand, and she didn't have much expectation in her heart.

Last night, he came up with water for washing feet, but washed his own feet.

Tonight, he brings milk tea, does he want to drink it himself?
"Professor, what's the matter?"

Rong Jing stood there tall and tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, but subconsciously avoided the girl's sight.

He swallowed, but couldn't express his feelings. After thinking about it, he suddenly started to read a poem:
"Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring."

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

After saying that, he put the red bean milk tea in Su Luo's hand, and then ran downstairs without waiting for Su Luo to respond.

The messy footsteps of a man could be heard on the spiral staircase, and the aroma of red beans wafted through her nose. Su Luo was stunned for a while, then burst into laughter.

Red beans send love.

Isn’t this quite good?
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In the golden autumn, the Medical Sports Games, which has been planned for half a month, finally kicked off and has been in full swing for several hours.

During the break, more than fifty energetic girls stood in a row, waving bright yellow props in their hands, and their steps were simple and boring.

The leader, Ye Qingrou, had her ponytail hanging very high. She had modified the uniform of the Propaganda Department to make it slimmer, making the team members next to her look like they were in sacks.

Su Luo stood in the second-to-last row. She also put on the same clothes, but because she only had a small size when it was her turn, her figure was inadvertently highlighted.

The girls were sweating like rain, the terraces around the rubber track were crowded, and the boys were laughing and gossiping.

The thin man looked at the beautiful woman in the audience, poked Lu Chengchuan next to him, and smiled narrowly:
"Brother Chuan, Xihua has looked at you several times."

After a while, Lu Chengchuan raised his head from the screen, glanced down, and snorted:
"What eyes."

Just as he was about to look away, he caught a glimpse of Su Luo in the team.

Compared with others, her movements are loose and casual. Sometimes she can keep up with the rhythm, and sometimes she takes a few beats slower to save energy, obviously gagging.

Lu Chengchuan raised his lips and stopped playing. He threw the phone to the thin man and walked straight to the men's 800-meter waiting area.

The contestants took their positions, the referee's gunshot rang out, Lu Chengchuan took the lead, and shot out like arrow feathers, leaving an afterimage in the air.

After 400 meters, other runners gradually began to slow down, but Lu Chengchuan still maintained the original high speed, his body like a tireless machine.

He was already well-known in the school. Every time he ran past the auditorium, the crowd, mostly girls, would burst into enthusiastic cheers, and the sound was loud enough to attract the attention of the teachers next to him.

In autumn, chemistry teacher Lao Liu was wearing a sportswear vest, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said to Professor Rong who was in a daze:

"Old Rong, why don't you apply for a project? It's too cold to sit here."

Professor Rong's eyes were blank, still thinking about his cryptic confession last night. He didn't dare to look at Su Luo's expression at that time, and now he was extremely tormented.

At this time, another burst of cheers erupted from the audience, finally drawing Rong Jing's attention back.

It was the flaxen-haired boy who was passing by the auditorium and blew a kiss in a certain direction through the void, causing screams and cheers.

Rong Jing moved his eyes to the right and discovered that the person the boy was blowing a kiss to was actually Su Luo.

And his Xiaoluo, like others, waved his arms and cheered with excitement.

After a moment, Professor Rong reached out and unzipped the zipper, stood up, took off his coat and threw it on the chair, revealing the white sweater underneath.

Rong Jing reached out and patted Lao Liu on the shoulder and said calmly:

"1500 meters, one walk?"

Old Liu was dumbfounded and shook his head like a rattle as he watched Rong Jing leave the stage.

Among the row of teachers, others were wearing professional sportswear. Only Rong Jing was wearing a white sweater and jeans. He stood out from the crowd, his tall and handsome appearance was very eye-catching.

This time, not only the student auditorium cheered, but also the teachers auditorium started cheering.

With a bang, the referee's gunshot sounded.

When we set off, almost everyone was neck and neck, and no one stood out.

The competition in men's long-distance running is endurance. After 400 meters, some teachers are already showing signs of decline.

After 800 meters, there were only a few people left who could hold on.

However, Rong Jing maintained the same speed as when he started, running without blushing or out of breath.

Whenever he passed by the auditorium, he would turn his head and look at a certain corner.

When he met Su Luo's smiling gaze, Rong Jing immediately accelerated his speed, his legs moved wider, and his steps were as light as a young man in his [-]s.

In the high-speed dynamic balance, the cheers rose one after another, and Rong Jing could always spot his little girl in the crowd at a glance.

Seeing Su Luo cheering for him, Rong Jing was filled with strength and ran down 10 meters in less than 1500 minutes.

Sweat slowly slid down his back, and after he relaxed, a sense of weakness gradually came over his body.

In his sight, Su Luo's little face became clearer and clearer. She smiled at him, walked towards him from the auditorium with a bottle of water, and stretched out her white wrist.

"Professor, that's great."

Su Luo's eyes were shining with admiration and admiration. Rong Jing felt so happy that she reached out to take the water.

In the next second, the smile on the corner of Su Luo's mouth froze.

Following her line of sight, Rong Jing turned his head and saw a boy passed out on the ground.

The boy was tall and handsome, with fine black hair that was wet. He had his eyes closed, a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper.

Rong Jing frowned, and just as he was about to run over to help, Su Luo had already rushed over like a gust of wind, without caring about his own heart.

When she was one meter away from him, Su Luo suddenly stopped, timidly and seemingly at a loss.

Time seemed to have stopped. Her feet moved and she slowly squatted down in front of him.

Then, she tremblingly reached out her hand and touched the boy's face.

Rong Jing's heart tightened.

Under the dazzling sunshine, Su Luo's fingers trembled slightly, her fingertips caressed the boy's face, her eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

For a long time, she murmured in a low voice:

"...Chu Song?"

　Ding dong, Professor Rong, your crematorium has been delivered, please sign for it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)