Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 874 Review
The end of the semester was approaching, and everyone was in the library and the study room. Even Zhang Meng, who had always been addicted to playing games to tease girls, silently picked up the books.

Although...he was forced, um, by Yuan Ming.

"Hey, let me say, we can't read in the dormitory? It's just for review. Why do you have such a strong sense of ritual?!" Zhang Meng whispered as he walked beside Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming glanced at him, and said lightly, "You? As far as your self-control is concerned, there is a bed and a computer within a kilometer radius. What else can you do besides sleeping and playing games?!"

"..." Zhang Meng was at a loss for words, his eyes widened and he was speechless.

Yuan Ming caught a glimpse of an empty table in the corner, winked at him and walked over there.

There was a girl sitting in front of that table, with her long hair tied high behind her head, and she was concentrating on reading a book.

Yuan Ming walked around the table to see her face.

Well...Cambridge is so small.

Zhang Bang, who followed Yuan Ming around, also saw Chris. His eyes suddenly shone with divine light, and he quickly pushed Yuan Ming aside, pulled out a chair and sat opposite to Chris.

Chris still had earphones plugged into her ears, so she didn't even notice that there was someone sitting opposite her. She flipped a page of the book lightly with her left hand, and then tapped a few times on the computer keyboard with her right hand.

Seeing that Zhang Bang had already sat down, Yuan Ming had no choice but to sit next to Zhang Bang, opened the book and began to review.

From that day on, he and Chris only met occasionally in the elevator room, and nodding and saying hello were all the daily communication between the two of them.

Zhang Meng, on the other hand, can chat with Chris from time to time, such as "It's raining today, Chris, have you brought an umbrella?" or "The milk in the supermarket next door is half price. I brought you a box." .

Yuan Ming was a little absent-minded, flipping through the pages of the book, but didn't touch a single word of the thesis to be written on the computer.

After sorting out the key points of a note, Chris took off the earphones, then straightened up and moved her sore neck. When she looked up, she met Zhang Meng's concerned eyes.

This look startled her, and her whole body froze.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Yuan Ming beside Zhang Fang, and Chris's expression became even more rigid.

When did they... come?
Looking at the way Chris rubbed her neck, Zhang Fang frowned unconsciously, but soon relaxed again.

He grinned at Chrissy, showing eight white teeth.

Chris smiled at him awkwardly, then quickly lowered her head and continued reading.

Only this time, her efficiency was frighteningly low, and she recovered for a long time without even reading a single word.

The guy diagonally opposite was flipping through the pages of the book, and the subtle sound of the paper flipping sounded like a magic sound to her ears, making her heart beat wildly.

He looks seriously...

Chris couldn't help thinking, and then she took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

The sound of paper flipping and keyboard tapping sounded like a duet, and it rang continuously throughout the study room, matching it with the strong aroma of various brands of coffee blended together.

The time for reviewing always passes quickly, and it will be almost dark before a book is finished.

Yuan Ming raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows. Just as he was about to grab the coffee at hand, he found that the cup was already empty.

He raised his right hand and broke his neck, making a crisp "click".

Yuan Ming raised his wrist to look at the time, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

The study room was still crowded with people, as if all the students had become poor people without a home, and they seemed to have to stay in the study room.

Yuan Ming turned his head to look at Zhang Meng, only to find that this guy had fallen asleep lying on the table at some point. He covered his face with a book to block the light. He slept soundly, almost snoring.

On the other hand, Chris was still reading a book, tapping the keyboard twice from time to time, and her posture was similar to what he saw when he first arrived.

Yuan Ming shook his head helplessly, got up and planned to buy a cup of coffee and come back.

His thesis was in a hurry to be handed in, and he was busy with work the other day, so he had to stay up late tonight no matter what.

Yuan Ming had resigned himself to his fate, and when he went out, he grabbed Zhang Meng by the collar and dragged him away from his seat.

Zhang Meng looked at Yuan Ming blankly, and this was the only way to wake Zhang Meng from his sleep.

"Old Yuan? What are you doing? No more studying?" He asked Yuan Ming softly.

"Go back to sleep." Yuan Ming frowned and answered him in the same low voice, "Don't take up space with this place and have nothing to do with business."

Zhang Meng was obviously not awake yet, he nodded with a smile, happily took the book, walked out without looking back, and went home to hug his big bed.

Yuan Ming looked at his back and shook his head helplessly.

This guy……

Lorgar came to England again last week and brought him some pretty good news——

Under several months of monitoring, Zhang Meng's identity as a contact person has been confirmed, but Gante has not made any moves recently, so the higher-ups decided to wait and see first.

After all, this is not the organizational power of country Z, and if they do not invade their own country, they have no reason to attack them.

This news made Yuan Ming heave a sigh of relief. If possible, he hoped that Gante would be better off on his own, and stop embarrassing him.

Yuan Ming bought a cup of coffee, sat in the corridor and finished drinking it before returning to the study room.

Sitting back on the chair, Chris, who was diagonally opposite, was still reviewing her homework, and her posture remained unchanged.

Yuan Ming continued to write his thesis. Although he had to delete a few words after writing, but...he still had to write it!
It was already early in the morning, and the sound of typing on the keyboard gradually decreased, but the smell of coffee in the study room was getting stronger and stronger, as if smelling it would refresh the mind.

Yuan Ming knocked out the last period and yawned tiredly.

Looking up, he saw that Chris had also fallen asleep at some point.

She lay quietly on the table with an open textbook in hand, the blue light from the computer shone on her face, and she was a little deserted.

As if she didn't sleep well, or maybe she was worried about the progress of the review, Chris frowned slightly, and she curled up, as if feeling cold because of too much air conditioning.

Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment, then took off his casual coat, walked around the table to Chrissy's side, and gently put the clothes on her body.

Chris is really a bit cold, the air-conditioning in the study room is very strong, she feels better during the day, but it is very uncomfortable at night, especially when she is still sleeping, she really can't stand the air-conditioning.

However, the sudden warmth made her feel as if she was wrapped in a warm quilt, she hummed softly unconsciously, and slept more soundly after dawdling a few times.

(End of this chapter)