The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 99 Approaching
The air condensed and the atmosphere gradually became awkward. Su Luo did not ask any more questions, but lowered her eyes and finished the lunch box slowly.

Just as I was about to clean up, I heard a man's deep voice:
"Put it there. You can go back and rest early."

Rong Jing's expression was still calm and his tone was the same as before. However, for no reason, Su Luo felt that he was drawing a line.

In fact, she regretted it as soon as she said it. After all, today was the first time they met, and they were teachers and students, so he might have to avoid her if he saw the clues.

She was still too impatient.

Su Luo pinched her fingers, calmed down the expression in her eyes, said goodbye to the professor in a polite manner, and turned to leave.

Looking at the direction where the girl's back disappeared at the gate, Rong Jing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and his expression returned to normal.

In autumn, it gets dark early, and the moonlight is like diluted milk, covering the high and low buildings on campus.

The boulevard was covered with golden leaves, and Su Luo walked on them, thinking about her own thoughts, unconsciously kicking a pebble under her feet.

The stone rolled far away and was stepped on by a fluorescent pink shoe.

In his sight, the shoes were brand new and shining, and up were two long straight legs. Lu Chengchuan leaned against the big tree with one hand in his pocket, and looked straight at Su Luo with a pair of upturned peach blossom eyes.

"Where did you go this afternoon? Didn't you see the message in the group?"

When the English class was over today, Xu Zhihan told her that Lu Chengchuan was the chairman of the student union. At this time, she was not surprised.

Su Luo took out her cell phone, and sure enough she found an announcement in the student union group that a meeting would be held in the administration building tonight.

After thinking for a few seconds, she slowly spoke:
"Chairman Lu, I thought about it and decided to withdraw from the student union."

Since she had already read the list of all the students in the school, confirmed that Chu Song was not there, and met Rong Jing again today, there was no need for her to waste time on it.

After a long while, Lu Chengchuan frowned and said nonchalantly:
"I just promised yesterday that I would serve everyone, but today I am withdrawing from the membership. 3 minutes of heat. So this is who you are?"

Seeing Su Luo open her mouth, Lu Chengchuan interrupted her in time:

"If you insist, you can talk to your minister about withdrawing from the membership. I won't care about it. Let's go together."

After saying that, he turned around coolly and walked slowly towards the administration building.

Su Luo sighed and had no choice but to follow him. After all, what he said was reasonable and things should start well and end well.

On the third floor, in the student union office.

The thin man looked at the two people who came in one after another at the gate strangely, and secretly cursed:
Everyone knows that Brother Chuan is always afraid of trouble. He never participates in such conferences. He is really good at chasing people...

More than 30 people sat around the long conference table, and each other could see each other. Su Luo deliberately sat next to the director of the Propaganda Department, just to talk about withdrawing from the meeting.

However, as soon as she started, she heard the cool voice of Lu Chengchuan from the top position:
“It is basic courtesy to listen quietly when others are speaking.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked over. Su Luo blushed, sat upright, and distanced herself from the minister.

Seeing that Su Luo was frustrated, Ye Qingrou picked up the lemonade and took a sip to cover up the joy on her face. Therefore, she did not notice the corners of Lu Chengchuan's mouth that secretly curled up.

The boring and lengthy meeting lasted for a long time, from the student department to the administration department, from the finance department to the culture and sports department, and by the time it was the turn of the propaganda department, more than two hours had passed.

The head of the Propaganda Department inserted the USB flash drive into the computer, coughed slightly, and spoke into the microphone:
"This semester, the focus of our Propaganda Department is on the external publicity work for various college student competitions, which requires the production of publicity boards, public accounts, photography and materials, etc."

The big screen shows the competitions to be carried out by the whole school: College Student Entrepreneurship Competition, Yoga and Dance Competition, Basketball Club Competition, Creative Environmental Protection Competition, Debate Competition...

Su Luo glanced over casually, and when her gaze landed on the third row from the bottom, her eyes lit up.

Physical Modeling Competition
Instructor: Professor Rong Jing

When deploying the task, Ye Qingrou took the lead in choosing the yoga dance competition, which is the most empathetic competition for girls and the easiest to excel.

Other members also raised their hands to claim their responsibility one after another, and in the end, only the most difficult physical modeling was left.

Boring, highly technical, time-consuming, and full of jargon.

Director of Propaganda Department: “Can someone be responsible for physical modeling?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Luo raised her hand.

The minister raised his hand to signal her to speak, and she stood up. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted again by Lu Chengchuan:

"We are in a meeting now. Let's talk about your business after the meeting is over."

Ye Qingrou looked over, her heart tightening.

Her thing?What will happen to Su Luo?Why did Lu Chengchuan know about her?
Seeing Su Luo's eager expression, Ye Qingrou thought she was trying to shirk away, so she quickly took over the topic:

"It seems that Su Luo wants to challenge physical modeling. As the saying goes, those who are capable work hard. Minister, please give her this opportunity."

Su Luo looked at Ye Qingrou, feeling amused in her heart, but she didn't expect it to be right in her arms.

The head of the Propaganda Department nodded: "Okay, but physical modeling is difficult. Besides Su Luo, it would be best if there is another boy to help move the equipment. Who can do it?"

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly Lu Chengchuan raised his head from behind his notebook:

"Let me do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked over and saw that his face was expressionless, as if what he just said was not his.

Ye Qingrou's expression was cracked, she knew this earlier.She bit the bullet and also chose physical modeling.

The head of the Propaganda Department dropped his jaw in shock. He did not expect that the chairman would personally participate or help with chores. Could it be that he wanted to show a sense of participation?
Just as he was hesitating whether to suggest changing to a more relaxed event, the minister met the thin man's eyes and quickly stopped talking.

After the division of labor was determined, Su Luo returned to the dormitory.

She changed into her pajamas, washed up, went to bed, and turned on the computer. Before she could press the power button, a star suddenly appeared on the dark screen.

Dazzling, bright, sparkling.

Su Luo's heart skipped a beat and she closed the notebook suddenly. After a few seconds, she opened it again and found that the star was gone.

This is an opportunity to travel to the next world.

Su Luo hugged the computer and stared blankly into the void, her brain starting to work crazily.

The last crescent moon was the scar left after she had a heart transplant.

So what are the stars this time?The starry sky one night?A thing?If it's still a scar, what weapon would it have been injured by?It can't be a bullet, right?
She thought about it for a long time but had no idea, so she simply opened her email, entered Rong Jing's email address, and started editing the text.

A few minutes later, Rong Jing, who was leaning on the bedside, received an email from the girl, and he clicked in.

[Professor, I am responsible for the promotion of the physical modeling competition this semester. Can you help me see which of the pictures I selected are suitable? 】

The girl returned to using her honorific title.

Staring at that word, Rong Jing frowned. For some reason, while he was relieved, he also felt a little indescribably disappointed.

After a long while, Su Luo received the man's reply, a few words and a business-like tone.

Su Luo's eyes dimmed, and then she asked a few more questions. When giving examples, she deliberately broke the words that should have been in the same email into several short paragraphs, pretending to remember them after a while.

Email is not very good for real-time communication. After several times, Rong Jing finally lost patience and sent a WeChat ID.

Su Luo hooked her lips, added it, and sent a cute emoji.

Over there, the man looked at the little kitten shaking its head on the screen, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

Xiaoluo is still a child, so she is too sensitive...

The two were discussing the sample drawings for modeling, and Rong Jing suggested that she collect more pictures online for comparison.

Su Luo looked at the pictures she had downloaded long ago and added eight. When it came to the last one, she pulled down the photo album, selected a selfie of herself from it, checked it along with the previous eight, and clicked to send.

In the photo, the girl has long hair as thick as seaweed, wearing a black suspender skirt, with the hem just reaching the top of her thighs, and her white skin is like frost and snow in winter.Su Luo counted down in her mind, and after more than 40 seconds, she withdrew the selfie and pretended to click it accidentally.

For a long time, there was no reply. She was not sure whether the other party had seen it, so she tentatively sent another one:
[Professor, I still have some information I want to show you, but there is no physics class tomorrow. Where are you?I'll send it to you. 】

Over there, looking at the words "The other party has withdrawn", Rong Jing's mind clearly reflected the girl's sweet smile and her two long, gray and slender legs.

Seeing her respectful tone, his beating heart slowly calmed down. It took him a long time before he typed a few words:

[In the laboratory tomorrow morning. 】

After receiving the reply, Su Luo felt disappointed.

According to her original idea, Rong Jing had no classes tomorrow and would most likely be at home. She took the opportunity of delivering things to go to his house to recognize him, which gave her an extra chance to get close without appearing too deliberate.

Unexpectedly, he was actually in the laboratory.

Seeing that it was getting late, Su Luo sent over a cute emoticon, said good night again, and turned off the phone.

In the dark, she lay on the bed staring at the tent above her head, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The steel tube bed made a squeaking sound, which attracted Xu Zhihan's attention.

"what happened?"

After a while, Su Luo's soft voice sounded: "Zhihan, what kind of girls do you think old men like?"

Xu Zhihan choked: "Old man? How old are you?"

Su Luo: "He is more than ten years older than us."

Xu Zhihan rolled her eyes and muttered:

"So much older, let me think about it...Old men should like youth and beauty, and can see the vitality in them, right?"

After a pause, Xu Zhihan suddenly took off the mask on her face and sat up.
"Why are you asking this? Su Luo, let me tell you, those bad old men only have a few bad money, it doesn't matter if they want anything else, you understand? Don't think about being kept by someone else!"

Su Luo couldn't help but laugh: "Where are you thinking? Go to sleep."

The air gradually became quiet. In the darkness, Chen Cuijiao secretly pricked up her ears and slowed down her breathing, but her heart moved.

The next morning, Su Luo entered the physics laboratory.

As soon as he entered the door, he met Rong Jing who looked over. He was drinking health-preserving tea with a thermos cup, a trace of surprise flashed in his black pupils:
"You don't have to go to class at this time?"

Su Luo's heart skipped a beat, she tucked her hair behind her ears, and smiled lightly: "I don't have classes in the morning, so I came here to take a look."

She walked over slowly, stopped behind Rong Jing, and looked at the papers and documents on his desk. The dense formulas and circuit diagrams were mysterious and profound.

As the girl approached, a fresh fragrance of gardenia enveloped her, mixed with the faint smell of shampoo.

Rong Jing's whole body was tense. Before he could recall the familiar smell, he subconsciously wanted to move aside to distance himself.

Su Luo was unwilling, so she suddenly turned her head and the tip of her nose almost touched his ear.

The girl looked at him with a pair of shallow eyes without blinking. Rong Jing looked at her unconsciously, and that blurry face suddenly appeared in his mind.

The next second, Su Luo pretended to be panicked and took several steps back. Her fingers tangled together uneasily, and her little face turned red like a small tomato.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the only sound in the huge office was the clock, the air was silent, and the atmosphere was awkward and ambiguous.

At this time, a pleasant male voice sounded outside the door:

"Su Luo, why didn't you go to class?"

Su Luo's back stiffened, and she turned around and saw Lu Chengchuan leaning against the door frame, looking like he was trying to catch her skipping class.

Why is this person so annoying...

Sensing the gaze falling on her, Su Luo lowered her head. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Rong Jing's face looking gloomy, with low pressure lingering around him.

However, Rongjing still took her face into consideration and casually gave Lu Chengchuan an excuse and closed the door.

Rong Jing came back to his senses and walked over with serious eyes:
"What happened? Did you skip class?"

Su Luo unconsciously took a step back, straightened her arms and put them on the table, lowered her head, bit her lower lip, and said nothing.

Rong Jing picked up the tea cup, slowly blew into the steaming Pu'er tea, and said in a deep voice:

"say."

His tone was cold and hard, without the gentle and elegant temperament, and he seemed strange and distant.

Su Luo glanced at him quickly and quickly raised a flattering smile:
"Professor, this morning is public English, which is about appreciating articles and cultivating my feelings. I got up late in the morning, and I was recorded as absent even if I went there. I might as well come to you directly. Besides, my English is pretty good..."

Her unfinished words were stuck in her throat because she met Rong Jing's disappointed eyes.

Knowing that her reason was far-fetched, Su Luo swallowed her saliva. Just as she was about to apologize, she heard his cold voice:
"Su Luo, if the three of us are traveling together, there must be my teacher."

After a pause, he slammed the tea cup in his hand on the table, making a banging sound, and a few drops of tea splashed outside.

"Do you think it's great that you have the first score in the school and you don't need anyone else to teach you?"

Su Luo opened her mouth, and the note was stuck in her throat, unable to move up or down.

"You are so disappointing."

After Rong Jing finished speaking, he wanted to hit her a few more words, but found that she lowered her head silently, with large transparent tears falling down.

The dazzling skylight from outside came in, illuminating the side of the girl's face as white as paper. Without any warning, his heart sank, and he began to reflect on whether he had spoken too harshly just now.

His Adam's apple rolled, and just when he wanted to relax, he heard the girl's hoarse voice:
"sorry."

She clenched her fingers at the seam of her trousers, suddenly raised her head, and looked at him with a pair of clear, light eyes, which were a little humble and painful. Her heart seemed to be immersed in water, sore and swollen. .

"I, I'll go back to class right now."

After finishing speaking, she drooped her shoulders, turned around, walked towards the gate step by step, put her hand on the doorknob, and before she could unscrew it, her shoulders suddenly sank.

Rong Jing's warm palm fell on her shoulder and patted her twice comfortingly. His face was still tense, but his voice unconsciously showed concern:
"Okay, let's not take this as an example."

The next second, the girl turned around suddenly and threw herself into the man's arms.

Rong Jing was stiff for a few seconds. When he realized what he was doing and was about to push her away, he heard Su Luo's muffled voice:

"Professor, in high school I was number one in the school. Now here, there are so many people who are better than me. I can't beat them..."

Rong Jing sighed inwardly, and the arm that was about to reject him changed direction and hugged the girl back, conveying his strength.

It turns out she is so stressed...

"Rong Jing, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Seeing that he was loose, Su Luo dropped the honorific at every opportunity and rubbed her little head against his chest. After a few seconds, she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes as clear as a piece of crystal.

By the time Rong Jing reacted, his fingers had already touched the girl's cheek, wiping away her tears, one at a time, as if he had self-awareness.

Su Luobai's little face was turning pink little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye until it turned red. After a long time, her soft voice came from the air:

"Professor, you are too much."

Rong Jing froze.

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