Yishi Yijia

Lu Yining was in such a hurry to leave the dormitory today that she didn't even care to look in the mirror, so she didn't know what image she was in at the moment.

On the bright side, she may still be a girl who still has a natural beauty without her face: as for the worst - she may be no different from the one who squatted on the ground and paid for money now.

Lu Yining stood up subconsciously, lowered his head and brushed the hair around his ear, "Hello, Mr. Fu."

Fu Yun had an impression of this girl.

One is because it is not that far from the last review time, and the other is because the little girl skipped class because of her son.

Of course, the second point is the main reason.

Fu Yun didn't feel guilty because of this, but he was somewhat more tolerant than those who skipped class for other reasons.

Standing very well with the former girl, as if she had done something wrong, she looked nervous.

Probably because this habit formed in high school has not changed, Fu Yun didn't think about it, just nodded, "Is there a class in the morning?"

Only then did Lu Yining raise his head and answer with the corners of his mouth bent, "Yes."

In order to reverse her image in Fu Yun's heart, Lu Yining had bent the corners of her mouth as naturally pleasing as possible, but in the eyes of the latter, it was obviously not the case.

Fu Yun felt that the child was probably rejected by his son, so he made this forced smile when he saw her.

And judging from her appearance, she may have been rejected very heartlessly.

"Hurry up and go to class," Fu Yun sighed in his heart, reached out and patted the little girl's shoulder, "I want to open up a bit."

"…"

Lu Yining could still think about it, but after hearing what Fu Yun said, she couldn't think about it.

But she didn't have time to think too much. The classroom was on the fifth floor, and it took a while to climb up.

Lu Yining didn't answer any more, just nodded to Fu Yun simply and politely, and ran into the teaching building with the book in hand.

When the bell rang for class, she climbed to the second floor.

The corridor was quiet. She heard the voices of her classmates shouting "goodmorning, teacher" in unison. Lu Yining didn't dare to stop for a second. She climbed to the fifth floor almost in one breath and slipped in through the back door of the classroom.

On the podium in front, the teacher is taking the call.

Lu Yining breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from the tip of his nose, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Tang Mubai: [Xiao Bai, I almost bumped into Mr. Fu just now. 】

Tang Mubai: [And then what? 】

Lu Yining: [She made me think about it. 】

Lu Yining: [Is there anything I can't seem to figure out? 】

She still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so she decided to let Tang Mubai, her own son, analyze it for herself: [When you say what Teacher Fu means, do you want to say that I will like you only if I can't think of it? 】

…

Tang Mubai found that Lu Yining was not very honest recently, as if his wings were hardened, and he began to have his own ideas.

They had an anatomy class early this morning. At this time, dozens of people were waiting in the laboratory to receive surgical equipment. He stood by the wall and read Lu Yining's words over and over again. In the end, I gave up, and returned a few words—

[Well, just be happy. 】

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The second semester of the freshman year started with Lu Yining being two minutes late for the first class, and the curtain was flat and thrilling.

After all, Lu Yining is still half a freshman. The courses in the next semester are actually not much different from the previous semester. They are still taking professional elective courses in rotation. There are not many courses, which is much easier than Tang Mubai.

So as long as there is no class, Lu Yining will follow Tang Mubai to the medical class she doesn't understand as before.

After all, it is a professional course in the medical school. No matter how tempting the handsome seniors are, there are not many people who come to watch the class by the second semester of the junior year.

Lu Yining suspected that she was familiar with the seniors and sisters of their school this year. After a week of class with Tang Mubai, while she was quietly flipping through a high number book in the back row of the classroom, the boys in the front row suddenly turned around. He looked over and said, "Classmate, why do you come to our class every time?"

The boy said and glanced at her, who was flipping through the high math book: "A freshman girl?"

Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something again, and said "oh" clearly, "Xuemei, have you passed the high number?"

Lu Yining: "…"

Can you not be so straightforward.

Is she shameless?

Lu Yining raised his hand to cover his eyes, looked away, and was embarrassed to speak.

The girl is very beautiful, different from most of the female classmates in their class who are disheveled and disheveled. Every day she comes to class cleanly. She sits in the back row, and there is a faint scent of oranges on her body. come over.

The boy has been paying attention to her for a while, and after observing for a few days, he hasn't seen any other boy sitting next to her, so he mustered up the courage to say a word to her. Where did he say the wrong thing, he happily volunteered: "School girl, why don't I teach you?"

He was obviously very confident, patted his chest and said, "I got 91 points in the college entrance examination back then!"

91 points, more than double the 42 points.

Lu Yining felt even more shameless, and she moved the chair back in a fidgety manner, "Don't bother."

"No trouble, no trouble..."

The boy was very familiar, and just as he was about to get up and sit next to her, there were footsteps behind him.

The next second, the man stopped beside him, raised his hand and buckled the table in front of Lu Yining, "Sit inside."

Lu Yining obediently moved inside.

The boy vaguely felt that something was not right. When he raised his eyes, he met Tang Mubai, who was looking down at him. The corner of his mouth moved, and he pointed at Lu Yining: "You... know each other?"

Tang Mubai sat down. He was tall. Even if he was sitting, he was a little taller than the boy in front of him. The corner of his mouth crooked: "My girlfriend."

"…"

The boy cleared his throat embarrassedly, and tried to make him forget what happened just now: "Your girlfriend is not good at math, and you are so good at math, so they complement each other...hehe."

The scene was very embarrassing.

The boys didn't want to ask for trouble, and quickly packed up and slipped out of the classroom.

Because it was night, the get out of class had just ended, and everyone in the classroom had already left.

As soon as the boy left, the entire classroom became even more empty and quiet. Tang Mubai turned over a page of the high-numeracy book that was still in front of him, and frowned, "What did you write?"

Lu Yining leaned over and glanced, "...forgot."

She is really bad at math. Originally, one of the reasons for her specialty was to get rid of difficult maths, but who would have guessed that the art college of B University is not the same as other schools. Not only does the university set advanced mathematics, but it is compulsory. course.

Lu Yining felt that mathematics is an anti-human existence since she was a child.

Tang Mubai was convinced by her problem-solving ideas. She wrote a long list of problems that could be solved by a single formula. More importantly, the results were wrong.

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, turned his head and smiled at her: "Do you like high numbers?"

Lu Yining shook his head quickly: "I don't want to."

Tang Mubai: "But I think you really want to rebuild."