"Oh..." Yan Zhuo didn't want to tell him that he was tired, so he just found a reason and said, "We chatted for a while."

Song Yan felt bored: "Chat? You really have a leisurely mood."

"What did you say..." Yan Zhuo was speechless. Song Yan turned against the light so that people couldn't see his expression clearly, and there was a dull aura around him, which made people terrified.

"What happened to you?" Yan Zhuo asked.

Song Yan didn't answer his question and asked, "Why did you bring her here?"

"Who? Xu Yue."

Yan Zhuo felt inexplicable. People came to visit your sister with kindness and kindness. Why do you still need to ask?

Yan Zhuo said, "If you want to come, come."

Song Yan was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and his hand became stronger and stronger, and said in a strange tone that Yan Zhuo had never heard before: "Can't you see that she likes you?"

"What are you talking about," Yan Zhuo said angrily, shaking off his shackles, twisting his sore wrist, "don't guess if you don't know anything, we're just good friends."

"Heh," Song Yan sneered and said coldly, "You have so many good friends, the one who drank last time was also your good friend."

Yan Zhuo laughed angrily, wondering if Song Yan was caught in the evil wind. Did your girlfriend think of me when they hugged each other? What am I?"

At this moment, Song Yan was thinking about why Yan Zhuo brought Xu Yue here. He couldn't listen to what Yan Zhuo said, and stubbornly and paranoidly waited for Yan Zhuo to explain to him.

Yan Zhuo was upset, and the sense of anxiety in his body became stronger and stronger. He pushed Song Yan and said impatiently, "I'm too lazy to talk to you."

Song Yan was irritated by his disapproving attitude, like a rabies attack, so he squeezed his chin with all his strength and kissed him.

At first, he kissed so hard that he could feel his anger between his breathing and breathing. Slowly, after a few seconds, he became gentler.

Song Yan hooked Yan Zhuo's upper jaw with the tip of his tongue, and gently sucked his lower lip with his lips, like a kind of reassurance between lovers.

"You know what," Song Yan said vaguely, biting his lip, "I'm very angry."

You're with her and it makes me mad.

Yan Zhuo let go of his strength and slowly fell into his arms.

It was the first kiss between them, and it came hurriedly and suddenly. His heart was gradually sinking.

Why is it so painful?

He can't feel any sweetness.

Chapter 45 Plagiarism

"Cold?" This was the first sentence Song Yan said after letting go of Yan Zhuo.

The second sentence is: "Why are you shaking all over?"

Because I am suffering.

Yan Zhuo pushed him away a little bit, because knowing that Song Yan couldn't see, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand without any scruples.

Maybe just after the kiss, his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "It's okay, maybe it's a cold in the changing seasons."

"Cold?" Song Yan asked, "Have you taken your medicine?"

Yan Zhuo was silent for two seconds, and said, "No, but don't worry about me, you should worry about yourself, kiss as soon as you come up, don't be afraid of infection."

Song Yan raised her eyebrows: "Then get sick together."

"Oh."

Yan Zhuo was speechless, he took a step back, put the back of his head against the wall, and glanced at Song Yan lightly.

Song delays and is affectionate and sometimes ruthless, sometimes very concerned and sometimes indifferent.

He really couldn't understand each other more and more.

When she returned to the ward, Song Yaya was already asleep, and only Song Xiaoying watched her in the room.

Yan Zhuo asked him, "Where's Dean Song?"

Song Xiaoying said, "I've been out for a while, and I don't know where he went."

Since this time, Yan Zhuo has been taking care of Song Yaya, and everything he does is obvious to all, so even with the thorn in Song Xiaoying, his attitude towards him is much better.

After a while, Song Qiao entered the door with a strong smell of smoke on his body.

Yan Zhuo glanced at him casually.

I don't know if he thought too much, but he always felt that Song Qiao looked at him with an indescribable awkwardness, and a little... dodge.

Strange, did you do something wrong?

Yan Zhuo frowned in confusion.

The bout of quarrel soon passed, and their relationship returned to a state of stagnation.

The graduation defense that Yan Zhuo prepared in a hurry was finally held on time at the end of May.

On the day of the defense, Yan Zhuo was in a very bad state. He simply ate something in the morning and went to the classroom to wait. He was the 4th place in Group B.

As a result, when it was about his turn, he had acid reflux in his stomach and felt a little nauseous.

The third is the four-eyed boy on his upper bunk, Chen Zhao. As soon as Chen Zhao stood on the podium to prepare for his defense, Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back and slipped to the toilet.

He didn't vomit out, he went to the store to buy a bottle of water and took a few gulps to suppress the nausea in his stomach.

When Yan Zhuo returned to the classroom again, it was his turn to defend.

Yan Zhuo took out the USB flash drive and connected it to the computer, and opened the ppt. As soon as the first page was displayed, a teacher in the audience asked, "Did you choose the topic of this thesis by yourself?"

"Yes," Yan Zhuo said, "it may be different from the opening report. I only finalized it later."

The teacher nodded and said blankly, "Your topic is very similar to that of the previous classmate."

Yan Zhuo was stunned, he remembered that Chen Zhao and his research directions were different.

He glanced down the stage, and after Chen Zhao finished his defense, he left without seeing anyone.

No more reading, Yan Zhuo finished the defense full of doubts, only to realize that Chen Zhao and his own thesis content collided.

Impossible, this is his final draft, how could it be...

"I don't know which of you borrowed from whom," the teacher tried his best not to sound so harsh, "but in this situation, you can't pass your defense."

When Yan Zhuo went back to the dormitory, Chen Zhao had just picked up something and was about to go out, but the two of them happened to have a face-to-face meeting with you.