Fanservice Paradox

"It's over, my car didn't drive." Pei Tingsong was still an abc who grew up in foreign countries. As soon as he started the word f, he went out, and Fang Jue Xia Chong didn't hear the silent dishwashing.

"Do you have a car?" Pei Tingsong walked over while wearing a hat. He was wearing the grayish purple sweater from yesterday.

Fang Juexia shook the water from his hand, "Yes." Although it is not a good car, but can also travel, but he does not intend to help, "You can call the car."

Pei Tingsong raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "It's particularly difficult to call now."

"But I'm going to the company in a moment."

"Stop it, send it to me first." Pei Tingsong dragged him to the porch. He quickly took the white down jacket of Jue Xia on the hanger of the porch and wrapped it around him. Then he zipped it with a brush. fast."

This man is simply ... Fang Juexia doesn't know how to describe it.

He is different from everyone he has seen before.

The results are obvious. Fang Juexia parked the car outside the gate of University P, where people were coming and going, lowering the brim. The co-pilot slept soundly, frowned when Fang Juexia woke up, and even pulled down the wool cap in an attempt to cover his eyes.

Fang Juexia sighed and said coldly, "The roll call."

Pei Tingsong awakened at once, pushed his hat up and turned his head to stare at him for three seconds. Fang Juexia opened the door and "get off."

"So fast?"

It wasn't fast at all. Six of the traffic lights passed in the middle of the twenty-three minutes, and four of them waited for more than forty seconds. Fortunately, they didn't block too hard.

Pei Tingsong rearranged his hat in the rearview mirror and got out of the car to close the door. Fang Juexia rushed into the car with his head tilted and waved, "Thank you."

Fang Juexia nodded, watching Pei Tingsong trotting with his schoolbag and entering the campus with the flow of people. The phone rang, it was a message from my mother.

[Jue Xia, my mother watched the program at home and found that you were not there in the last issue. Was she sick? ]

Fang Juexia remembered that he had forgotten to tell his mother that there were too many recent facts. He didn't expect that he had cut all the episodes he had recorded.

[No, I ’m in good health, I just do n’t want to record that program, so I left. Mom, do n’t worry. Call you in the evening. ]

After editing and sending it out, Fang Juexia prepared to start the car to leave. As soon as I lowered my head, I found a card on the co-pilot with a matte black card sleeve. He turned the card over, and it turned out to be a picture of Pei Tingsong.

Even the photos of the campus card reveal the arrogance of the devil.

He wanted to send a message to Pei Tingsong and told him that he didn't have Pei Tingsong's contact information at all.

A campus card, it's a big deal to go back to the dormitory and put him on the table.

Fang Juexia pinched this little card and stared at the old lady with a bright smile on his face, thinking of his feeling of losing the school card when he was in school.

If you do n’t have a card for meals, you ca n’t go to the library, and some classrooms have to swipe your card.

Ugh.

Fang Juexia finally untied Kashuang's seat belt and got out of the car. Fortunately, he had a good memory. During breakfast, Pei Tingsong heard the phone number while confirming the building number. Bustling on the campus, he put his mask on and put his brim down, but because he was not familiar with the environment here, he walked along the map and couldn't find the building he said.

Still have to ask someone.

He had been noticed by many girls just for such a period of time. Fang Juexia didn't want to expose herself. She looked around and suddenly found that there was a particularly tall boy in front, and his back looked quite reliable. He hurried over and pulled the mask down.

"Sorry, I would like to ask ..."

The moment the other person turned his face, Fang Juexia was startled.

Isn't this ... actor Zhou Ziheng who recorded "Escape from the Birth" with his brother?

Even though he wore black-rimmed glasses, he was still seen by Fang Juexia at a glance. Only then did he remember that Zhou Ziheng was indeed studying at P. He felt that he was a little rude, so he cleared his throat and asked what he had n’t finished.

"Actually right next to it. After you turn right, go through the path, the gray one." Zhou Ziheng pointed with his finger, "very close."

"Thank you." Fang Juexia bowed, "Thank you senior."

Who knows that this famous actress who is a top performer has his eyes shining, "Sure enough! I said why are you so familiar, are you in Kaleido? How did you come here?"

"Yes, Fang Juexia." He raised his head, and the wind blew his forehead pressed against the brim, revealing the red birthmark at the corner of his eyes. "I ... come to give our group's oldest member."

"Oh, I know, Pei Tingsong is right, he is quite famous in school." Zhou Ziheng expressed satisfaction with his memory and reached out and patted him on the shoulder like a senior. "I like your song very much. I have a chance to see, I You have to go to the laboratory and go first. "

Watching the seniors in the entertainment industry leave, Fang Juexia felt a little weird. It turned out that the actor who usually seemed to have a strong aura was such a friendly personality.

According to the instructions, he found the teaching building where Pei Tingsong took classes.

"422 ..." Fang Jue Xia Mo read the house number and entered the elevator. But he soon regretted the decision. The elevator has a small space and mirrors on all sides. He can obviously feel the girls around him looking at him, especially the one who hurried into the elevator in front of him obliquely. Fang Juexia lowered her brim to cover her birthmark as much as possible, then lowered her head and stared at her shoes.

"Hello ..." A girl's hesitant voice sounded, "Are you Fang Juexia?"

Sure enough, it was recognized. Fang Juexia looked up and smiled, not acknowledging nor denying. The other party thought he was acquiesced, so the tone of his voice jumped with joy, and even began to stutter, "Oh my God, God, I like you so much!" She said that she seemed to think of something, and her eyes lit up. Did you come to Pei Tingsong! Me, I took the same course as him! This is today's class! "

Fang Juexia glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the elevator. His eyes returned to the girl and said objectively, "Then you are late."

"Sure enough!" The girl was more emotional, "You are here to find Xiao Pei! Oh my god, I watched the hot search yesterday and saw three o'clock in the morning, it's so real ..." She seemed afraid of covering her mouth. It sounded like a strange little animal.

What's so real.

Fang Juexia was confused.

Pei Tingsong was sitting by the door and by the window, listening to the class, and suddenly a voice came from the door, and a late girl crept into her. There are not many electives in this course. The seats are in excess of demand. As soon as the girl came in, she sat straight in the front seat of Pei Tingsong.

After a glance, he continued to listen to the class.

"The ship of Theseus is similar to the typical chain paradox in reasoning form, but in substance: the predicate used by the latter is the initial logical predicate, and it is a typical fuzzy predicate ..."

On the podium, the professor mentioned the ship of Theseus, and Pei Tingsong stopped the movement of the pen in his hand, and couldn't help being distracted. It seems that now he is the big ship whose parts are constantly being dismantled, and everyone always forces him to replace them with new parts.

After replacing every part of every deck, is he still him?

What is the preservation of the true self.

Zheng Shen swims, the girl in the front seat suddenly turns around and puts a card on his desk, which is clearly his campus card.

Pei Tingsong froze for a moment, wondering if it was found where she was found, so she whispered a thank you and took back the card.

"It's not me." The girl lowered her voice. "Someone asked me to pass it on to you and told me not to tell you who he was."

In this way, Pei Tingsong naturally asked, "Who?"

"Brother Juxia," the girl's expression suddenly became excited, "he just left."

Fang Juexia?

He looked out of the window unconsciously, and in fact did not expect to see anything, so Pei Tingsong did not know his motive for doing so. But he saw that the back view of the snow-white down jacket was downstairs, and a pair of slender legs stepped out of sight along the path.

Pei Tingsong held his cheek, his right index finger tapped gently on the campus card.

This is indeed beyond his expectation. Unexpectedly, Fang Juexia would even run for him. When I was broadcasting live last night, I felt that the shell on this person had softened a bit, but one night later, it seemed to return to that cold appearance.

But having said that, why didn't he send WeChat directly?

Pei Tingsong only thought of it at this time. It turned out that he didn't even have this person's contact information, none at all.

He Ziyan returned to the dormitory phone rang.

[Xiao Pei: Brother Yan, please push Fang Juexia's WeChat to me. ]

Pei Tingsong held his mobile phone and always listened carefully. At this moment, he seemed to be unable to concentrate. After waiting for a while, he received He Ziyan's reply.

[Zi Yan brother: how? Ready to open? ]

[Zi Yan Brother: There is his silly brother in the group chat. ]

[Zi Yan brother: Non-differentiableLife personal business card]

Pei Tingsong frowned, what is the WeChat name, unleading life?

Anyway, he still opened Fang Juexia's WeChat. At first glance, his head was a little strange, but when he looked at it, he found that it was an unfilled Sudoku array. Obviously Zhang Zhangren's beautiful face was born, but the core was dull.

Sure enough, this Fang Juexia, there is no place with him.

Although still vomiting, Pei Tingsong still sent a friend request. Halfway through class, he didn't get enough sleep to lie down on the table to make up, but as soon as he lay on his arm, he smelled the cold fragrance on the bed yesterday and pulled him back to the night of insomnia.

It's really stubborn, just like its owner.

Pei Tingsong raised his head violently and scared the boy sitting next to him. The other party thought he was going out, so he prepared to get up and give him a seat. Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong reached out and pulled him back.

"Classmate, I ask you a question."

The boys are flattered at the same table. After all, this person is an idol. He is still a gifted student who won the highest scholarship without much effort. The professor praised him for his talents. I thought he would ask him for questions. He cleared his throat and made a full psychological preparation for the sudden knowledge investigation and academic discussion, "You, you say."

Who knows that this unconventional top student suddenly stretched his arm in front of his nose, and his expression was like a **** stick, "Did you smell something?"

"Ah?" The boy was ignorant.

"You smell." Pei Tingsong also deliberately rolled up his sleeves.

Although the boys are unknown, they are still honestly heard, "Well ... it's a bit."

Sure enough, that taste! Pei Tingsong asked again, "Does it smell good?"

The male student did n’t know what answer he wanted to listen to, so he could honestly say, "It smells good ..."

"What's the smell!" Pei Tingsong suddenly lost his temper, took his arm back and smelled it to himself, and said to himself, "Where does it smell? How does it smell?"

The male student was inexplicable, still wondering what happened, and the other person's hand stretched out again, "You smell it again."

He always knew the correct answer this time.

He pretended to be very serious. After smelling it, he said, "Well, it's not good, it's very bad."

How could Pei Tingsong withdraw his hand again, frowning, "Who said you don't smell well?"

Boys :? ? ?

He froze as Pei Tingsong smelled and smelled at his arm and neckline, whispering to himself, not knowing how he should feel. The school bell rang again, and the poor temporary deskmate finally got salvation from the dilemma of the dilemma.

Sure enough, geniuses have a wall with their ordinary human beings.

It was noon when Fang Juexia practiced the dance, and only then did he discover that his friends on WeChat had applied.

The WeChat name is Resister, and there are no additional request notes.

At the first moment of seeing the name, intuition told Fang Juexia that this was Pei Tingsong, and the news from He Ziyan verified his idea. He agreed with his friend's request, and was a teammate of a regiment anyway. Fang Juexia's character is rigorous, and the comment was changed as soon as he added it. In order to facilitate retrieval, he uses the same format.

Soon the newly added friend sent a message.

[kaleido Pei Tingsong: I did n’t find the card lost, thx]

This thanks is completely American style of Pei Tingsong, but Fang Juexia doesn't want to recognize it. To his surprise, he behaved as if predicted by Pei Tingsong. He just received the photo from the other party after typing and denying it. It was the back view of him captured from the window.

Pei Tingsong looked at the prompt that paused while typing, and felt proud. Two girls were eating hot melons when they left the classroom.

"Ah, it's really sweet, what a fairy operation is the sugar paper kiss!"

"Does this want me to eat dog food for a good year? Ah, how can hearing be so true ..."

Eat melon until melon comes.

The phone vibrated, and Pei Tingsong took it out to open the lock screen, his smile unconsciously evoked.

[Nothing but beauty: no thanks. ]

You can see the next pop-up in the dialog box, and the smile on his face gradually solidifies.

[Nothing but beauty: just when I ’m paying off the debt. ]

The author has something to say: The Ship of Theseus: One of the oldest thought experiments. In the 1st century AD, Protak asked a question: If the wood on Theseus's ship was gradually replaced until all the wood was not the original wood, was the ship the original ship? Later, Theseus's ship evolved into a classic paradox that explores identity. Later, there will be an expansion of this paradox.

Non-differentiableLife: Unguided life. Why did Xia Xia explain after the name?

Resister: Rebel

thx: short for thanks

My mine clearance is getting longer and longer, hhh

Readers who have read my other articles before should know that I am a very, very protective writer. I am not able to accept the role of unreasonable scolding, so write mine clearance as specifically as possible to avoid readers from entering. I also wrote very clearly in the copy. Pei Tingsong is a 19-year-old boy who is rebellious and arrogant. But he was actually very kind. He was born in a golden spoon but did not have the temper of the young master. Instead, he dared to resist the family to pursue his dreams. If you like mature and steady low-key attacks, Xiao Pei is obviously not, and it can't be. So it does n’t matter if you do n’t like this type, but please do n’t scold the character ~ than heart ~

I like to write a growing role, so that after reading the article, you will have a sense of participation to witness their changes, so the initial settings will not be perfect. This is also the case, Xiao Pei and Jue Xia will influence each other and accompany each other to grow up at the best age.

Bow with a sensible vine (press the head), thank you for your tolerance ~