Rebirth: My Tiger-Type Girlfriend is Truly Delicious

Chapter 175 Love Poems (Moe new people please subscribe)

What Xiaoyu said made sense.

Jiang Zhifei was speechless.

Obviously, this is the famous six degrees of network theory.

That is to say, there will be no more than six people between you and a complete stranger.

In other words, through up to six intermediaries, you can have a relationship with anyone in the world.

Theoretically speaking, there are at most six people between Jiang Zhifei and Suzuki Airi.

It sounds nonsense, but it's really possible.

However, Zhendan obviously invited these celebrities with eight talents to come here just to show off their appearance.

But this also makes, compared with the previous Nanhu University graduation party, the gold content of the Zhendan celebration party is much higher than that.

Jiang Zhifei ate another piece of cantaloupe fed by Xiaoyu, thought for a moment and asked:

"I remember Teacher Shen said earlier that he wanted you to perform a show at the school anniversary party, right?"

"Well," Lu Chaoyu replied as he tapped quickly on the laptop keyboard with his thin and strong fingers:
"I already had a meeting with the teacher in charge, and said that I will perform with a popular male star.

When he sings, I just dance beside him. "

When Jiang Zhifei heard this, he quickly sat up and asked, "Which male star is he?"

Xiaoyu kept her eyes on the computer screen, thought briefly and said:
"It should be Wu Qian. I heard from Mu Qing that this person is quite popular recently."

Jiang Zhifei immediately picked up his phone and searched for relevant information about the other party.

When his mother showed Wu Qian's photo, she couldn't help but smile.

According to the pictures found, Wu Qian had her hair permed in mint green wool curls and thick black eyeliner.

He also wore black heart-shaped earrings, a layer of white powder on his face, and lipstick on his lips.

At first glance, it seems that I have gone to Smecta in South Korea for further study. It is a typical export to domestic sales.

In the Northeast, people are accustomed to calling boys who dress like this two chairs.

It's the type that Xiao Yu didn't like very much since she was little.

After Jiang Zhifei flipped through Wu Qian's photos, he casually said to Xiao Yu:
"This Mr. Wu looks very fashionable. I have to learn from him when I have time."

"Lao Jiang, what do you want to learn?" Lu Zhaoyu stared at the screen, jokingly said:

"Is it possible that you also want to dye your head green?"

Jiang Zhifei:...

As a pure love warrior, Jiang Zhifei doesn't have such bold hobbies.

He rested his head on Xiaoyu's lap again, raised his cell phone, and played with the King Pesticide a few times with great enjoyment.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Xiaoyu rubbed her sore wrist and stopped translating the speech on time.

She stretched out her right hand and pinched Jiang Zhifei's face: "Lao Jiang, it's time to wash up and go to bed."

Jiang Zhifei put down his phone, looked at the time, and then got up from the sofa and said:
"Why is it already ten o'clock in the blink of an eye? By the way, Xiaoyu, I didn't numb your legs, did I?"

Lu Chaoyu himself didn't feel much.

But she stretched out her arms to Jiang Zhifei, and said in a coquettish tone:
"It's all your fault. It took so long that I can't even get off the ground now. You have to be responsible for me."

Jiang Zhifei:...

After hearing Xiao Yu's serious words, he replied equally seriously:

"Okay, okay, I'm responsible. Next time you sit on my lap, but be careful of the soft seat becoming a hard seat."

Lu Zhaoyu:? ? ?

Before Xiao Yu could say anything else, Jiang Zhifei stepped forward and let Xiao Yu wrap her arms around his neck and pick up the princess.

Jiang Zhifei enjoyed the weight that was just right, neither too heavy nor too light.

Pushing open the master bedroom door with his feet, Jiang Zhifei gently placed Xiao Yu on the big bed.

He couldn't help but kiss Xiaoyu's smooth forehead gently: "Good night."

"Well, then, Lao Jiang, you should go to bed early."

Lu Chaoyu put his hands on the bed and replied with a slightly blushing face.

The autumn night is full of meaning.

A good night's dream.

…………

When the semester first started, the school's curriculum was relatively tight and there were many messy chores.

2015 9 Month 10 Day.

An ordinary Thursday, but also Teacher's Day.

Jiang Zhifei only has classes in the first and second periods today.

From eight o'clock in the morning until ten o'clock in the morning.

And Jiang Zhifei is not a rookie entering the campus.

With experience in his previous life, he knew very well which teachers' classes he could walk in and which teachers' classes he should never skip.

Like the dialectics of nature taught by Mr. Qiao Ben this morning, it is a high-frequency course.

If you are not careful, you will be deducted up to 30 points from your usual score.

After rebirth, Jiang Zhifei was a stable person, so he would naturally not capsize in the gutter.

He came on time for this dialectic of nature.

However, Jiang Zhifei resolutely chose to sit in the corner seat in the third-to-last row in the large lecture hall that can accommodate 200 people.

He arrived half an hour early to grab this geomantic treasure.

After class started, Jiang Zhifei's eyes never left the phone screen.

It should be said that this is the normal behavior of the students under the podium when Teacher Qiao Ben is in class.

Teacher Qiao Ben, who is in his 40s and somewhat bald, used a computer to project a background PPT, and then chatted like a talk show.

No books were used during the entire class.

This gave Jiang Zhifei an opportunity to fish.

While swiping the screen with his finger, he anxiously looked forward to the end of get out of class.

In the morning, he had made an appointment with Xiaoyu to go to Zhendan to find her after class, and then go to the cafeteria to have lunch together.

While Jiang Zhifei was immersed in selecting stocks, he suddenly heard Teacher Qiao Ben shouting from behind:
"The third-to-last row, the student in the black shirt against the wall, please stand up and share your opinion."

In an instant, the entire classroom's eyes from all directions focused on Jiang Zhifei.

When he heard the sudden silence in his ears, Jiang Zhifei reacted.

He calmly turned off the phone screen, then stood up and said without changing his face:
"Teacher, I'm really sorry, I didn't hear you clearly just now.

Could you please tell me the question again? "

Teacher Qiao Ben was not annoyed when he heard this, but repeated the question:
"We were just talking about a poem that has been very popular on the Internet recently:

The moon on the bottom of the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is your sweetheart...

Classmate, what do you think this poem contains the author’s philosophical thinking? "

Jiang Zhifei:...

Qiao Ben asked which poem was bad, but he chose this one.

Jiang Zhifei coughed lightly, hesitated and said:
"Teacher, is it possible that the author didn't actually have any philosophical thinking when he wrote this poem?"

Qiao Ben was stunned when he heard this.

Obviously, he did not expect that Jiang Zhifei would give this answer.

However, Qiao Ben was silent for a while and then said: "Classmate, your point of view is quite novel.

But you must have evidence that supports your point of view. "

Hearing that Old Qiao Shanggang was going online, Jiang Zhifei felt a little overwhelmed.

But he still insisted on his opinion and said:
"Teacher, I personally feel that this poem is just a love poem written by the author to give to his childhood sweetheart.

So maybe, there is no philosophical thinking..."

Qiao Ben added: "Then how do you know that this poem is a love poem for your childhood sweetheart?"

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of people in the classroom looked at Jiang Zhifei curiously.

Jiang Zhifei was about to say something when he saw someone suddenly raised his hand in the middle of the third row and said:

"Teacher, I know!

Because this poem was written by Mr. Jiang who stood up! "

Joe Ben:! ! !
(End of this chapter)