Chapter 7 3 meters???!!!

Ting Shuang waited for the answer from the phone receiver, her heart beating a little faster than usual.

After a few seconds, I heard Cycle say, "I've been busy lately."

Ting Shuang said, "Then, tell me when you are free."

Cycle said, "It depends."

Ting Shuang said, "It's okay to have breakfast."

Cycle said, "Yeah."

Ting Shuang said, "Well... tell me one day in advance, and I'll pack myself up."

A little smile could be heard from Cycle's voice: "Yeah."

Ting Shuang said, "then I won't disturb your work. I'll go to the library."

Since that day, Ting Shuang has been rambling from time to time, reminding Cycle that they have a meal to eat. For example, when he was at school at noon, he would ask Cycle: Have you had lunch yet? Or when he leaves school in the afternoon, he will also send a message to Cycle: Are you off work? I haven't had dinner yet.

Cycle's reply was that he had eaten or had something to do, and Ting Shuang found that he was not at school every weekday. Sometimes Distance showed that the distance between them was several hundred meters, and sometimes it became more than ten kilometers.

On Sunday, Zhu Wenjia had already left, and Ting Shuang was at home alone. When he saw that Cycle's current distance was 4.8 kilometers, he sent a message and asked: You didn't go out today?

Seeing that Cycle didn't reply, Ting Shuang took another picture of the dish she made and sent it over, tempting: I made grilled fish with mushrooms, do you want to eat it?

After a long time, Cycle replied: I made sweet and sour pork ribs.

Ting Shuanghui: Would you like a picture?

Cycle: [Picture] Ting Shuang asked for a voice call and said, "Why don't I pack grilled fish and go to your house."

Cycle said, "I'm already eating."

Ting Shuang said, "Are you afraid of meeting? I don't think you're too bad...cough, old man."

Cycle seemed to smile and said, "What are you in a hurry for?"

Ting Shuang said, "I want to see you. How about... Shall we make a video?"

Cycle said, "No."

Ting Shuang said, "You keep rejecting me like this. Be careful that I go to the door of your LRM office to squat on you."

Cycle said, "You can try."

Ting Shuang said: "Forget it, I'm afraid of meeting your boss. And I don't know what you look like."

Cycle said, "Don't you want to take his class?"

Ting Shuang said: "Seeing him twice a week is my limit. When I think about seeing him tomorrow, I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare tonight. Oh, let's not talk about him. When can I invite your old man for dinner? ?"

Cycle said, "I've been busy lately."

Ting Shuang said, "I'm so busy making sweet and sour pork ribs at home."

This time Cycle really laughed and said, "There is a lot of resentment."

Resentment?

quite big? ?

Ting Shuang refused to admit it, and replied, "What I said is the truth."

Cycle said, "Well, the truth."

For some reason, Ting Shuang could hear a little connivance from these low three words. He suddenly found that from the beginning of the call, there was no sound of eating from Cycle's side. Cycle has been talking to him and hasn't eaten yet.

"You eat first..." Ting Shuang's voice lowered, "I won't disturb you anymore."

After hanging up the voice call, Ting Shuang was still reminiscing about Cycle's voice. When think back to this conversation...

You keep rejecting me like this, be careful if I go to the door of your LRM office to squat on you.

You can try.

try...

Is it unethical to go to the website of the LRM department to check the photos of researchers in the institute?

You can try.

Fuck morality.

Tingshuang opened the notebook, found the website of the LRM department from the school website, then found the column for the staff of the department, and clicked it.

The first thing he saw was the photo of Prof. Bai. He didn't dare to look at it, so he quickly turned the page down.

Chinese……

male...

researcher...

Ting Shuang found two male researchers who were Chinese from their names. One of them has no photo. There is also a photo, but the person in the photo... Ting Shuang didn't look at the face, but felt that the face didn't match Cycle's voice and temperament.

Could it be the one without the photo?

Ting Shuang stared at the name that didn't match the photo for a while.

Jianguo Huang Jianguo...... Huang......

Cycle's name is Huang Jianguo...

Huang... built... the country...

It doesn't feel right either.

Ting Shuang enlarged the picture of Cycle's head portrait and went back to compare it with the researcher with the photo. The jaws and necks of the two are not similar at all... The researcher is obviously fatter, and the photo of the upper body does not look like the 187 written in the Cycle data...

187, it should be taller than him.

Suddenly, a face that needs to be looked up appeared in Ting Shuang's mind - rimless glasses, thin metal frames, thin glasses chains of the same color as the frames hanging down from the cheeks, and a pair of eyes looking down at him behind the lenses.

Tingshuang felt a chill on the back of her neck.

Maybe there was a shadow on that face. When she took a bath that night, Ting Shuang tried to slap it, but she couldn't get hard.

Early the next morning, Ting Shuang went to school by bicycle, and arrived at classroom S17 at 8:01. At this time, there were not many people, so he found a seat not far from the podium and sat down, hoping not to attract extra attention from the professor.

After a few minutes, Song Yan came and sat over and said, "Is it successful?"

Tingshuang said, "Seeking with him is a humiliation."

Song Yan was interested and said, "How to humiliate?"

Tingshuang looked at Song Yan and said, "Do you just want to listen to me like this?"

Song Yan kissed and said, "How can it?" The face said: hurry up and say.

Tingshuang doesn't want to introduce more details, but only said, "Anyway, I will come to class in the future."

At 8:14, the professor hadn't come yet. Ting Shuang wanted to send a message to Cycle first and asked if he had time at noon.

Let's take a look at the distance on the distance first, and don’t know if Cycle comes to school today ...

Opening the distance, Tingshuang looked at the current distance below Cycle- "The professor is here." Song Yan hit Tingshuang with his arms and said in a low voice, "Get the phone quickly."

"... Oh." Ting Shuang received the phone under the table and looked up to see the podium.

I read it wrong ...

3 meters……

Meter……

Tingshuang couldn't help looking down at the current distance.

Still 3 meters.

3 meters!

Isn't Cycle in the classroom now in the classroom? Intersection

Cycle quietly ran to see him?

Tingshuang secretly looked around the classmates, male, Chinese, in his thirties ...

The Chinese students in the classroom were originally a minority, and they were all familiar. Even if they couldn't shout the name court cream, they had been at least at least. The researcher with photos on the official website is not in the classroom. Tingshuang looked at it one by one and didn't feel like cycle. He even stared at Song Yan's side face for a while.

Song Yan turned his head, and said to the eyes of Tingshuang, "What kind of eyes do you look at Tingshuang?"

Tingshuang looked away and said, "What does Cycle mean?"

Song Yan said, "What? What do you say in English? Cycle. Why do you ask this? Did the professor just say this word?"

"No." Tingshuang put the phone in the bag and concentrated on the class first.

In the last five minutes of this lesson, Bai Chang was named after usual, and then announced the get out of class.

The sound of the table of the table was rang around, and the cream followed the symbolic expression twice. While no one left the classroom, quickly took out the mobile phone to see the current distance of Cycle.

Still 3 meters.

Song Yan asked the cream without action: "Don't you go?"

Ting Shuang stared at the screen of the mobile phone and said, "Well, let's go first."

The classmates around the classrooms successively went out of the classroom, and fewer and fewer people left, and there was no change in the data of 3 meters.

There are only five people in the classroom now.

At the back of the classroom, a white student was still copying the book on the blackboard, and there were three other students on the podium asking questions, all of them white.

Then only Ting Shuang was left sitting on the seat.

But the current distance on Distance is still 3 meters!

Ting Shuang suspected that something was wrong with the app.

He typed into Cycle: What is the current distance displayed there? My display here is 3 meters, and there are no Chinese people within a radius of 3 meters.

No, not right.

Chinese……

There are actually Chinese people with a radius of 3 meters.

It's just that Ting Shuang never treated him as a human being, so he didn't count at all.

Ting Shuang suddenly looked up at the podium. The student who asked the question had already left, and there was only one person on the podium receiving the speech.

Ting Shuang turned around, and the students who copied the blackboard also left.

There were really only two people left in the classroom now, himself, and the professor on the podium.

Chinese.

male.

36 years old.

187.

wear glasses.

Ting Shuang's legs were completely soft.

He was completely dumbfounded.

No way……

Ting Shuang desperately recalled two voices, Prof. Bai and Cycle. Only then did he realize that, not to mention the difference between speaking in person and speaking through a mobile phone, he even spoke Chinese and German with two different voices. He had never heard Prof. Bai speak Chinese, nor had he heard Cycle speak German. The huge difference between the two languages ​​made it impossible to notice that they were the same person.

At this time, he still had a bit of luck.

Maybe the positioning is wrong.

He lowered his head, looked at the professor from the corner of his eye, waited for the others to walk out of the classroom, and then looked at the current distance on the Distance - 12 meters.

Hold.

Simply dead.

Is he actually flirting with Prof. Bai? ? ?

Shit, what did he say...

"Good night, dear."

"By the way, you forgot your tie at my house last night."

"Do you always leave your tie at someone else's house?"

Hold.

No, Ting Shuang suddenly realized that this is not the point...

Flirting isn't the point.

He seems to have said something more terrifying...

lack of humanity...

big eyes...

When I think about seeing him tomorrow, I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare tonight...

No, these don't seem to be the most terrifying.

The most terrifying thing was the night before he asked the professor to intercede in person...

How can there be such a perverted professor... If it weren't for the required course in our major, I guess no one would be willing to take his course... A foolish professor has a lot of things to do, and the failure rate is huge, who would want to take it...…

Oh, I'm not sick, I drank too much before, so I overslept yesterday...

Ting Shuang's eyes darkened.