Is it like or dislike?

Qi Bai couldn't help getting up, and followed Jiang Jianzhi into the study, and saw that the other party put the pen and box into the drawer.

It doesn't look like it's going to be used.

Qi Bai frowned subconsciously, pretending to be calm:

"If you don't like it, you can go back."

Jiang Jianzhi shook his head: "No, I like it."

Qi Bai is a little unhappy, thinking that he likes your attitude? Before he could ask the question, out of the corner of the eye, he saw something slightly familiar—

He saw Jiang Jianzhi's post-it note on the computer stand.

When Qi Bai thought about it for a while, he remembered that this was a 'warm reminder' he drew when he remodeled the kitchen.

I didn't expect to see this thing, Qi Bai's attention was instantly diverted, and he looked at Jiang Jianzhi in surprise:

"Do you still have this thing?"

Qi Bai instinctively wanted to pull it down to take a look, but he pulled it slightly, but didn't move.

Qi Bai: "?"

This sticky...

Qi Bai raised his eyebrows slightly, just as he was about to exert force, Jiang Jianzhi raised his hand to stop him: "I used glue to stick it."

Pulling hard will only damage the paper.

Qi Bai was startled when he heard the words: "Glue?"

Professor Jiang nodded and looked at him: "Superglue."

Qi Bai was stunned for a while, then looked down at the small post-it note, the naive little cat on it actually didn't match Professor Jiang's slightly dull and serious study style, but...

The things that should have been thrown into the trash were left behind by this person, and they were well pasted in such a conspicuous place in the study, and they were glued with super glue to prevent them from falling.

It's so precious that it's hard to make people not want to be crooked.

Qi Bai's eyes slowly moved up from the post-it note, and finally landed on Jiang Jianzhi's face that took everything from men, women and children. His heart twitched suddenly, and an idea popped into his mind——

Professor Jiang, it seems like maybe... not so straight?

The author has something to say:

Xiaobai: Look what I found!

Professor Jiang:  …

Chapter 64 Confirmation

The crooked handwriting on the post-it note was incompatible with the handwriting on the books spread out on Professor Jiang's desk—

Professor Jiang's hyphenation reveals a taste of mountain scenery. In contrast, Qi Bai rarely feels ashamed.

At the same time ashamed, his heart couldn't help beating:

Straight guys keep this stuff?

Is Jiang Jianzhi really straight?

Does he have any other thoughts about himself?

The 'evidence' was in front of him, and the cat on the post-it note with a teaching stick in his hand and a serious face with glasses seemed to have come alive, and the pink flesh with claws cut off scratched and scratched on Qi Bai's heart.

Not painful, but itchy.

Qi Bai didn't force the sticky note anymore, he leaned on the desk sideways and halfway, rubbed the smooth and delicate paper with the pads of his fingers, and the eyeballs under the thin eyelids rolled gently.

"Professor Jiang." Qi Bai lifted his eyelids, but his voice slowed down after some doubts were stuck in his heart. He looked at the person in front of him with a narrow look, and asked slowly:

"What are you doing with this?"

When he said this, Qi Bai tapped a post-it note with his fingertips, and his neatly trimmed nails were placed on the thin paper and on the metal stand of the computer behind him——

'Knock, knock, knock. ’

Three muffled sounds rang out in the quiet study room, spreading through the ears of the two of them.

One after another, like a waiting trial bell, it is more like knocking on the heart of someone who is distracted.

The slightly tucked eyelashes trembled slightly, Jiang Jianzhi put his right hand on the back of the chair, fixed the computer chair that had just been turned around by Qi Bai, and looked down at him with a calm voice:

"What's wrong with this post-it note?"

Professor Jiang answered the question, and Qi Bai raised his eyes with a "tsk" in his heart. His clear eyes looked directly at the pair of light amber pupils:

"Nothing, I just want to know what to do with a piece of useless waste paper, Professor Jiang."

Reluctant to throw it away?

Qi Bai refused to give in an inch, disliked the edge of the table, and swept his eyes around, and finally changed his posture and put all his weight on the table. .

Even in the school workstation, no one dared to sit on the desk of Professor Jiang, who is obsessed with cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Still such a relaxed attitude.

But Qi Bai has always been more courageous.

Professor Jiang's eyes moved with his movements, and finally fell uncontrollably on the part where he was half-sitting at the desk.

Qi Bai is also wearing home clothes today. The shorts above the knees were originally very loose, but when he sat like this, the outer pants became close-fitting, and they squeezed out a clear arc.

Qi Bai's stature is thin, maybe the few boxes of milk he drank are useful. When measuring his height and weight a while ago, he really raised 2cm and became 177.

However, the rigorous Professor Jiang corrected, not 177, but 177.4.

Just grow taller and not gain weight, Qi Bai is thin and thin, but there is still meat where there should be meat.

Professor Jiang, who was restrained and respectful, stopped behind Qi Bai for a short time, and then his eyes flashed, as if he had been scalded.

It was really short, and the serious Professor Jiang only had time to build a tight arc in his mind.

This is not intentional to offend, because Professor Jiang's eyesight and memory are very good. He glanced at it, and the next second he subconsciously built it in his mind for later use.

In the past, the noble and indifferent Professor Jiang built all knowledge frameworks in his mind, and the world in his mind was like a shrinking library.

But don't know when it started, this library that no one can visit except Professor Jiang, has a shadowy figure.

The other party sat at his desk and smiled at him, his butt still very upturned.

The details of the shameful dreams that once had have been supplemented today.

Realizing what kind of painting there was in his little world, Jiang Jianzhi's pupils trembled slightly, and he stopped looking at Qi Bai from the side.

Seeing that Jiang Jianzhi avoided his gaze and dared not look at him, Qi Bai raised his eyebrows——