The first surname of his department head, He, may be because he usually broke his heart, and he looks at least ten years older than his true age. He smiles and his eyes are curved, and his brows are kind.
It is a typical smiling tiger.
Yin Mingshuo is in charge, the head of the department is a facial paralysis, his hair is meticulously combed, and he looks like an elite educator, and does not look like a good talker.
Sure enough, the two met one by one, eyes met in the air, crackling sparks.
Before the face paralysis battle, he glanced at a few students who had been covered in a mixture of porridge and soy milk. He couldn't bear to look directly. He waved to Lu Jiaheng: "Bring them back to clean them up before coming back."
Lu Jiaheng stood next to Chu Zhi, with his hands in his pockets, lazily raised his eyelids: "Hear? Hear yourself, do you still have to teach you how to dress?"
He has a lazy tone, a smile on his lips, and an unbridled look like "I'm just here to see the lively". All the words from the head of the department are deaf, and there is no sense of respect at all.
Facial paralysis coughed twice, but said nothing.
Lin Tong turned his head and sneaked a glance at the man’s side face. He shoved his elbow with his elbow, and lowered his voice: "This is not your--"
Gu Han: "This is not your--"
My creditor.
Chuichi said.
Xue Niannan expressionless: "Your pink water glass, grab your water, and grab your water glass, there is nothing he can't grab."
Chuichi: "..."
It seems something is wrong.
The pink water cup was very close, and I didn't know if I heard what they said. My eyes turned back and I glanced at her with a smile.
Chuichi still kept the expression of being obediently waiting to be scolded. He glanced sideways at the smiling tiger who was talking to facial paralysis. He turned his head to the side and drew a little closer. He asked him in a low voice, "Are you coming in the sun today too?"
The little girl's hair was a little messy, a few strands of hair splayed from the rubber band hung down with her movements, and the fine fluff flickered.
Lu Jiaheng's fingers tickled, his fingertips hidden in his pockets and lifted slightly, staring at the thin, soft hair behind her ears, a little fascinated, and a faint "huh" sound.
Chuchi blinked, raised his head to look at the sky, and then looked at him: "But today is cloudy."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
"The weather forecast says it's sunny today."
At first, "Ah" uttered, nodded in consciousness, and just wanted to say something. The counselor had come over sternly. She shut her mouth quickly, and her head fell down with a clever look.
I don't know why, Lu Jiaheng felt inexplicably relieved.
Fighting is not a big deal, no matter how small it is. Everyone is of a flesh-and-blood age. According to the words of the director of their department, the young people, it is normal to have blood for a while. Don’t kill their passion.
Chuchi wondered whether the head of the department should be the Chinese department.
If it is okay in the college or the department, the two allocations in different colleges are still quite troublesome to handle.
Just like a child is naughty, parents can learn whatever they want when the door is closed, but if their children are bullied by others outside, then the parents must be the first to be unhappy.
Smiley Tiger and Facial Paralysis You don’t let me, I don’t let you, the vigorous tongue battle has no effect. Finally, everyone coordinated to take a step back, apologize to each other, give a warning, and give each person a review, this matter even pass.
When it was the turn of the day, the little girl bowed properly to Yin Mingshuo: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't sprinkle porridge on you," her tone was full of apology, extremely sincere and sincere, "Although you gave it I bought it."
Yin Mingshuo: "..."
I don’t know why, but it sounds like you deserve it?
The fighting incident came to an end. In the last few days of the military training, other students practiced their pace, and at first they were fined.
On the first day, everyone was standing in line, chatting and chatting while no one was watching. The punishment was a great punishment, and I felt that the punishment was so good that I could just escape military training.
Soon, the instructor discovered this phenomenon, and directly separated all the people, and looked at each other across the huge playground.
September is the time to change seasons. At the beginning of the month, the sun is still blazing like a blazing sun. When the military training nears the end of the month, the weather has cooled down.
Chuchi was dispatched to the frontier, standing for a few days from morning to afternoon from afternoon to night, standing sore knees and still can't move. Every time I want to secretly lean on the back of the iron net to rest for a while, I can see the master like lazy Four digits swaying.
The young master has been basking in the sun every day recently. If there is sun, he has to do it.
Chuichi thought he really loves to exercise.
The two stared at each other across the crowd of people on a 400-meter runway. At first sight, he looked at him from a distance and seemed to smile vaguely, and then came over.
He walked in front of her, his arms raised, and his slender, beautiful hands pinched Pingbao's mineral power in front of her.
At first, he was surprised for a while, but he missed it.
He leaned forward slightly and said with a tone of interest: "Hold, didn't you grab your water before?"
Chuichi: "..."
He really heard...
Chuichi felt very embarrassed. There was a feeling of guilty conscience behind the saying that people were still caught, but he didn't answer it: "It's okay, just a little water anyway."
He said nothing more, leaned over, bent over, bowed his head, stretched out his long arms, and placed the water at her feet.
Chuichi bowed his head, looked at the translucent water bottle, and whispered: "Thank you."
He was standing next to her. The girl dropped her head, and a small piece of white and tender back neck was exposed behind the collar of the military training coat. It was hidden behind the hair and dazzled in white.
Lu Jiaheng stared at it for a while without speaking.
The girl looked up.
He looked away, his expression didn't change much.
The throat started to itch again.
Chuchi didn't pay attention. He leaned over and picked up the water and hugged him in his arms. Thinking of the day he came with the two department heads, he seemed to be familiar with the facial paralysis. ?"
Lu Jiaheng leaned sideways on the iron net: "Well, finance."
"Wow." Chuichi said very much of the venue.
"Wow what?"
"Nothing, I just wow."
"..."
He laughed, "Are you studying journalism?"
"Advertisement," Hatsumi blinked, "I told you before."
After hearing this, the man was silent.
His brain quickly filtered and recalled when she told herself, but the result was nothing.
I forgot.
"The name was also told to you." Chuichi said.
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
"And the phone number."
Lu Jiaheng remembered.
But at that time she spoke too fast, and he felt a little annoyed in his heart. He just felt that he was full of leeks and flowers. He didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't care much about what she said.
Lu Jiaheng's long absence gave birth to a little annoyed emotion.
Sure enough, the little girl looked at his expression and slightly widened her eyes: "Don't you remember?"
The dark eyes were bright and clean, and at this time it was full of disbelief and a little blame.
When he just wanted to apologize, he listened to her and continued: "Why don't you remember, what if I run like a bad guy and don't pay for your clothes?"
"..."
Did you care about this kind of thing?
Lu Jiaheng licked the lower lip bead with a sharp tongue and chuckled, short of breath: "No need to pay you," he paused, his voice lightly pressed, magnetically low, and black eyes staring at her, "The bad guys are fine, don't run ."
Chuichi wasn't listening at all. At this time, she was busy pulling out her mobile phone from the pocket of her military training coat. She unlocked it and handed him with one hand: "I only saved your number. You type your name. "
She said, the other hand spread out in front of him, palms rushed up.
A small hand, white and slender, palm lines clean and delicate.
He lowered his eyes for a moment, took her cell phone and handed her his own.
Churi used his cell phone once before, and the address book was quick to find. She entered her number and searched for it, but she didn't save it.
Chuichi used his arms to hold Baomin, quickly saved his mobile phone number and name, and handed it back.
The man took it and typed with her mobile phone in one hand.
Churi sighed that the length of her finger was good while screwing the cap of Baominli. She couldn't reach the thumb of one hand, and she could type with ease.
As a result, I twisted my hands for a long time, and my palms hurt, and I didn't unscrew them.
She shrank her hands inwards, shook the sleeves again, and wrapped them in the cuffs.
Still not open.
At the end of his face, Hakuchi was not happy.
Just after the man finished typing, the interface quit, locked the screen and passed it.
Chuchi didn't pick it up. She was still fighting with the water bottle in her hand. The whole person put themselves into it and twisted it forward and back. The long ponytail dangled to the front.The little face was suffocated, and the fabric of the cuff was cushioned between her palm and the mouth of the bottle, crumpled and crumpled.
Master Lu lowered his eyes and looked at her cute little girl with a strenuous look, hooked the corner of her lips, and squeezed her mobile phone lightly in front of her. Her beautiful fingers clasped the hard plastic bottle and gently pulled it from her hand. come out.
Chuchi obediently let go and took his mobile phone to get his pocket. The man took two steps forward, his small head leaned forward and waited, the expression of worship was all set.
Lu Jiaheng's expression was quite calm, and there was a lot of indolent laziness in his body. His fingers were lazily placed on the bottle cap. The gesture of the whole person was like saying that screwing a bottle is as easy as blowing a breath.
There was a brief silence between the two.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Lu Jiaheng was stiff.
He did not unscrew.
He raised his eyes casually, and the little girl was looking up at him with her head on her head, her eyes full of anticipation.
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
What broke some water?
Never buy it again in the future.