Give me the first charge [hologram]

He didn't go back, instead he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, take a shower, changed his clothes, went to the next door to his bedroom and knocked on the door, "Get up, go to class."

There was no movement, the people in the bedroom were pretending to be dead.

Wen Liangjiu frowned, took a step back and raised his leg to kick the door.

"boom!"

"get up."

"..."

Two minutes later, He Ji put on his trousers and walked out of the bedroom.

"Skipping class together as promised? You're a bastard with no conscience."

He has frizzy blond hair on top of his head, and his 1.8-meter-five stature doesn't match his wrinkled baby face. "I took my girl to two o'clock last night, you know, and I got dark circles under my eyes!"

Having been a buddy for ten years and a roommate for three years, this man has never curbed himself once he figured out a problem.The more He Ji thought about it, the more angry he became, "It's good for you, you are still handsome and unblinking all night long. Look at my big bags under my eyes!"

Wen Liangjiu let him lick his eyelids and spit out the bitter water with his teeth and claws, sighed without changing his expression, and pushed a large bowl of breakfast cereal soaked in milk over, "It's worse than me."

"..."

He Ji looked at the oatmeal in the bowl. Lack of sleep made him not so clear-headed, and he was on the verge of death, "If I threw the bowl in your face now, would you beat me up or beat me up for a week?"

"You have too little imagination."

Wen Liang didn't raise his eyes for a long time, and put on the watch on his wrist, "Maybe it's a semester. After all, I think it's a one-off."

He Ji gritted his teeth, swallowed the humiliation and lowered his head to eat the oatmeal.

"Skipping class on the first day of the new semester is inappropriate no matter what you think about it."

Wen Liangjiu didn't have the habit of eating breakfast. After cleaning up, he sat at the dining table and waited for him, persuading him earnestly, "Do you have the consciousness of a contemporary college student?"

"The consciousness of contemporary college students is to go to class to learn knowledge."

Seeing that he was flipping through the textbooks, He Ji stuffed cereal into his mouth and said indignantly, "That's what you call taking a book and going to the classroom to pretend to be aggressive."

"it's the same."

Wen Liangjiu closed the book and glanced at him, "What are you doing so fast, did I rush you?"

"The three words 'impatient' are clearly written on your forehead!"

He Ji quickly finished his breakfast, and impatiently soaked the bowl into the kitchen sink, "Walk around, and later, we will be blocked by those little girls from the bottom of the teaching building."

There are two well-known universities in the country, Nanguan and Dongcheng.Although they are all comprehensive universities, their subject emphasis is different.Dongcheng is biased towards literature, while Nanguan is biased toward reasoning.

Wen Liangjiu is a junior at Nanguan University.College of Liberal Arts, major in Chinese Language and Literature.He was the only guy in the whole major. When the freshmen registered, they were surrounded by spectators and caused a sensation.

Fortunately, he has an aura of not being close to strangers. Except for the occasional traffic jam when going to class, there are not many warriors who really dare to come up to talk to him about his relationship and life.

On the way to class, He Ji took the time to glance at him.

From the day he entered school, his appearance seemed to have never changed.Eyebrows are sharp, and his expression is cold and tired.Because of his tall stature, he is used to looking down at people, with a natural disdain between the corners of his eyes and brows.

He always has a half-smile and a casual look, which makes people wonder what he will do in the next second.

Maybe they will shout loudly and impatiently tell people to go away, or they may wave and tease and say "Come on, baby".

He Ji does not have the same major as him, but the electives are the same.Accompanying him to the ideological and political school early in the morning, I yawned in groups on the way and fell asleep.

Thanks to the early arrival, there were not many people on the road, and the walk was smooth, "Did you check which teacher taught the class? I think you chose it, so you followed it. You didn't even ask if the teacher's class was good."

"checked."

Wen Liangjiu said, "Wen Weiyuan's class."

"Oh."

He Ji responded casually, and then realized, "Damn it, isn't that your dad's class?"

Another reason why Wen Liangjiu has received wide attention in the school is that he is a teacher's child.

Professor Wen Weiyuan has been teaching at Nanguan University for more than [-] years. All his colleagues in the school have heard of his rebellious youngest son.

But no one expected that this rebellious young man would be admitted to Nanguan to study at the Faculty of Arts.

What was even more surprising was Wen Longjiu's attitude.Be well-behaved, and have never memorized any punishment.After three years, the attendance rate and grade point are good, and he has also won a place in the school of Baoyan, as if he wants to follow his father's path and continue to engage in academics.

Wen Liangjiu noticed more than once the probing gaze of the teacher on him during professional classes.He was too lazy to satisfy the uninteresting curiosity of adults, so he never responded.I always leave after class, and I have no intention of getting along with those teachers at all.

In his eyes, Wen Weiyuan is also one of "those teachers".

Wen Liangjiu didn't respond to He Ji's surprise, and went straight into the classroom through the corridor.

The teaching building is very quiet in the early morning.There were only two or three students in the classroom, and they brought a simple breakfast and were devouring it in the back row.

The teacher on the podium is already preparing the teaching materials.

Wen Weiyuan got married late, and was often chased by little girls to pass love letters when he was young.Now that he is nearly half a century old, he is still a handsome uncle, with a refined and refined manner.There are deep wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, but it is still not difficult to see the demeanor of youth.

He has a gentle temper, a high pass rate for courses, and a humorous teaching style. There are not a few students who choose his courses.Although I teach less popular ideological and political courses, the attendance rate has always been good.

Seeing the two people coming in through the front door, Wen Weiyuan was a little surprised, "Xiao Jiu? He Ji, are you coming to class?" It seemed that he didn't expect much from the two of them's attendance.

"Yes, hello Uncle Wen."

He Ji scratched his head, feeling that something was wrong, so he changed his tune and said, "Hello, Teacher Wen."

Wen Liangjiu followed suit and said, "Hello, Mr. Wen."

Wen Weiyuan nodded and asked again, "Have you had breakfast?"

This time, without waiting for He Ji to speak, he spoke first, "I've eaten."

After speaking, go to the back seat.He Ji didn't have time to react, so he smiled at Wen Weiyuan and walked behind him, hiding in the back row and whispering to his ear, "What's the matter with you? You took his class even though you didn't get along with your father?"

"Didn't you say that? You should choose a class from a teacher who is not easy to fail."

Wen Liangjiu said, "His class is his class, and it has nothing to do with whether he is my father or not. It is better for me to choose another teacher's class. It makes no difference to me."

He didn't deliberately lower the volume.Across most of the classroom, He Ji was not sure if the people on the podium heard him.

"..."

He Ji looked at Teacher Wen who was unresponsive on the podium, then at Fa Xiao who flipped through the textbooks with a face of "I don't care, I don't care", pointed at him and choked out a sentence, "Childish."

Wen Liangjiu looked down at the page of the book, and replied expressionlessly, "Praise."

He Ji rolled his eyes and looked at him, racking his brains to figure out how to get it back.

Wen Liangjiu likes to wear white clothes and black trousers. He has liked it since he was a child, and he wore it more often after he went to college.The buttons on the white shirt were tightly buttoned, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of the tall nose.

The outfit covered up the original unrestricted and unruly, but added a bit of abstinence and bookishness.Friends who are familiar with his nature will call him a beast when they see him.

But indeed, the naked eye can see a lot of obedience.The perverse and hostile spirit in the past has been wiped clean.In addition to still wearing a stinky face, he already has the meaning of a socialist successor of the country's pillars.

"I heard that you plan to take a postgraduate course?"

He Ji recalled the news he saw the day before yesterday, and with a thought, he lowered his voice and asked, "I plan to stay in this school to do academic work."

"I just handed in the materials first, and the final decision will be made in the senior year. It may not be possible."

Wen Liangjiu flipped through a few pages of textbooks, closed the book and glanced at him, "Who did you listen to?"

"I saw it on the school forum."

He Ji said, "Is there someone else in the office when you handed in the materials? I see that there are posts discussing this matter."

"What are you discussing? Did Professor Wen get me the quota for the graduate school?"

His tone was very light, without any emotion.But He Ji felt his heart skip a beat when he heard it, and said, "...that's right."

Wen Longjiu smiled inexplicably.

The class bell rang in time, and the topic that was originally not very pleasant also came to an abrupt end.