Don't fall in love with the professor

The lights in the western restaurant are dim and ambiguous, and the atmosphere is full. The waiters are dressed in tuxedos with the same style, and they walk around the aisle of the round dining table with ease.

The guests who came here were also well-dressed, such as the couple that the waiter had just brought in—the woman was wrapped in a deep rose-colored dress, the diamond necklace on the swan neck was dazzling, and the gentleman who pulled the seat for her was also Wearing a high-end famous brand, his behavior reveals an indescribable extravagance.

Jiang Xiaocheng was very fortunate to wear a suit to go out today, so as not to be too conspicuous among all the talents and beauties.

But he, who was unprepared for this, was still a little embarrassed.

And the "culprit" of all this is the one opposite - Mr. Zhong who is sitting upright.

Yesterday evening, after Jiang Xiaocheng responded to Zuo Miaomiao's message by accident, he immediately received Mr. Zhong's friend request. Unlike Zuo Miaomiao, Mr. Zhong was obviously used to being straightforward, and immediately asked him if he could meet after get off work .

Jiang Xiaocheng originally thought that the main purpose of the meeting was to deepen their understanding of each other, either in a small restaurant or a coffee shop on the commercial street.

Unexpectedly, the other party brought him to such a high-end western restaurant, and he was somewhat flattered by the grandeur.

Grand to grand, the essence of the chat will not change, but so far, except for a few polite exchanges when entering the door and ordering food, they have not said anything else.

Two strangers who have nothing to do with each other sit together and have nothing to talk about. It is actually quite normal, but the more silent the more embarrassing it is. This Jiang Xiaocheng understands. He took a sip of water and put the glass in the palm of his hand Here, try to speak.

"you--"

"you--"

They all spoke in unison.

"Ah," Jiang Xiaocheng was the first to react, "Mr. Zhong, you speak first."

"Just call me Zhong Kexing, you speak first."

The voice is low and deep, which matches the exquisite and elegant scenery around it.

Jiang Xiaocheng thought for a while, and decided to start with the study experience. In one's life, the study career occupies a large part, memories of struggles, reckless past, troubles and setbacks encountered, anecdotes heard... ...In short, it will definitely bring up a lot of topics.

"I heard from Ms. Zuo that Mr. Zhong has been studying in the United States before?"

"Not all the time," Zhong Kexing corrected seriously, "I went to the United States after graduating from an undergraduate degree, where I studied for a Ph.D. for six years, and returned to China to work last year."

Jiang Xiaocheng was a little caught off guard because of his strong literary skills, and his years of life can be summed up in just one sentence.

At the end, Zhong Kexing added abruptly.

"I'm 29 this year."

"That's amazing," Jiang Xiaocheng quickly answered, "You are a professor at such a young age. When I was in college, the professors I met were all very old."

"Not great." Zhong Kexing replied lightly.

"Hmm... It's hard to study for a Ph. D. I read online that writing articles and doing research is very stressful."

"Fortunately."

"Is the way of life abroad different from that in China?"

"almost."

Silence, silence.

Jiang Xiaocheng opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound for a long time.

He encouraged himself in his heart, it's all right, let's put aside the past for now, Mr. Zhong is so outstanding, his career must be outstanding, and there are many things to talk about.

"Mr. Zhong is working at Hangning University now?"

"Ah."

"I have been to Hangning University. I am from Hangning Communication University. It is just opposite to Hangning University. I have been to the cafeteria of your school. There is a very delicious rice noodle restaurant called... called Wangsheng Rice Noodles."

"You should be talking about the Xingwen Campus, but I'm at the Nanwan Campus."

"I see..." Jiang Xiaocheng laughed awkwardly, "Then which subject does Mr. Zhong teach?"

"Biochemistry."

"Sheng, biochemical?" Jiang Xiaocheng repeated stumblingly.

"It's biochemistry and molecular biology." Zhong Kexing saw that he didn't seem to understand, so he said the full name.

"Oh," Jiang Xiaocheng said these words silently in his heart, as if he suddenly remembered something, his tone was faintly excited, "Does that mean that students majoring in biology must learn this subject?"

Zhong Kexing glanced at his face, and nodded without knowing why.

"My younger sister is majoring in biology." Jiang Xiaocheng was lucky to find a sustainable topic. "She just got admitted this year, which is Hangning University. Not long ago, she received the admission letter. The whole family is very happy."

"Is it my sister?" Zhong Kexing asked.

"Well... it's my cousin, the daughter of my uncle's family. She told me that she likes this major very much, and the ranking of Hangning University is very high, so when she applied for the exam, she filled in this school."

Zhong Kexing was silent for a while, and said, "I might teach her."

"Really?" Jiang Xiaocheng Moyu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"En." Zhong Kexing responded, and then said something that made Jiang Xiaocheng almost vomit blood.

"But my subject is very difficult, and I may fail."

Whether to choke to death on the food, or to choke to death on Mr. Zhong's words, is a question.

When the sizzling hot oil and fragrant steak was served, Jiang Xiaocheng decisively chose the former and devoted himself to the battle of replenishing energy.

But the person sitting opposite seemed a little dissatisfied.

"What about you?"

The taste of the mushroom soup was smooth and tender, with a slight milky aroma. Jiang Xiaocheng liked it very much, so he couldn't help drinking a few more sips. He was a little dazed when he heard this nonsense, and looked at the questioning face for a long time. react to.

Wipe the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

"I... um... I'm working in an advertising agency, and my main job... simply put, is to contact clients and plan projects according to their needs."

After he finished speaking, he waited quietly. Seeing that Zhong Kexing seemed to have nothing to say again, he pursed his lips, picked up the knife and fork and continued to fight the steak.

As the saying goes, every line is like a mountain. Zhong Kexing knows how to teach and how to do experiments, but he doesn't understand what Jiang Xiaocheng said. After thinking for a long time, he thought of another question that can be discussed.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw Jiang Xiaocheng eating very attentively, his cheeks bulging as he chewed, as if this was a delicacy that must not be missed.

When Zhong Ke reached his throat, he swallowed it again for some reason.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the violin, the meal came to an end. When Jiang Xiaocheng and Zhong Kexing came out of the western restaurant, the black sky had been completely enveloped, and the neon lights near and far were dotted in it, flickering, creating a A bustling and bustling scene on a summer night.

The wind blew slowly, and the stagnant atmosphere between the two gradually loosened.

"How did Mr. Zhong go back?" Jiang Xiaocheng turned his head and asked.

"I'll take you by taxi."

"No, no," Jiang Xiaocheng quickly waved his hands, "I'll just take the subway, it's convenient."

Zhong Kexing paused, "Then I'll be with you."

So the two walked quietly towards the subway station.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhong," Jiang Xiaocheng took out his mobile phone, "How much is dinner? I'll transfer it to you."

I clicked on WeChat and stopped on the transfer page, waited for a while, but did not hear a response, and glanced at the other party with doubts.

They stopped at the intersection of two bustling streets, with a famous local shopping plaza beside them. The cold light cast by the giant screen was constantly changing. I wondered if it was Jiang Xiaocheng's illusion. Under the cold light, Zhong Kexing's face froze slightly.

"No, I invite you."

"Whatever you want, how much?" Jiang Xiaocheng insisted.

"I invite you." Zhong Kexing was more stubborn.

……

After dragging for a long time, Jiang Xiaocheng estimated the price of the dinner, and transferred the money on his own initiative.

The red light turned off and on, and turned into a green light. Pedestrians on both sides of the street had long been waiting impatiently. As soon as they received such instructions, they immediately hurried towards the opposite side like the wind blowing under their feet.

drip-

"careful!"

Jiang Xiaocheng was typing the password with his head down, when his wrist was suddenly grabbed, a strong force dragged him forward and staggered forward, and an electric car sped past behind him, wiping his clothes.

Their foreheads touched each other's shirts, and they parted quickly.

It turned out that Mr. Zhong was so tall that I could only reach his chest.

There was still a remnant of touch on the wrist, and an unknown feeling was gently stirred from the bottom of his heart, Jiang Xiaocheng lifted the phone in a concealed manner.

"Turn around."

He raised his leg to move forward, but was stopped.

"There are still a few seconds, wait a minute."

Looking up, the green numbers on the signal light really started to flicker and jump again, and it was too late to cross the road in the remaining time.

While standing and waiting, Zhong Kexing suddenly asked, "Will we meet again?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xiaocheng was a little confused, and turned to look at him.

"I said... will we never meet again?"

Jiang Xiaocheng was stunned, "Why, why?"

"Because I want to invite you, but keep being rejected, it makes me think that you want to draw a line with me."

A flat, factual tone.

Jiang Xiaocheng was half surprised, half guilty.

Surprised by the other party's frankness, the guilt lies in the sharpness of this sentence.

"That's not what it means," Jiang Xiaocheng stammered in embarrassment, "I just, I just think that if you pay for it all, it would be too costly. How about, how about our AA?"

"So that's how it is," Zhong Kexing seemed relieved, "I thought I said something wrong."

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "My younger brother said... I speak too directly and offend others, so tell me to speak as little as possible."

Jiang Xiaocheng was startled, then couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhong Kexing was puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I think your brother... your brother..." Jiang Xiaocheng struggled to hold back his smile.

"How old is your brother?"

"He's in college now."

What else to say, probably because I remembered my brother's advice again, changed the subject, and reiterated firmly: "I invite you."

Jiang Xiaocheng looked towards the sound, Zhong Kexing was tall and straight in the night, with deep and clear facial contours, and because he was always unsmiling, he had a restrained and stable temperament.

There is nothing wrong with speaking frankly and directly.

"Then...thank you for your hospitality." Jiang Xiaocheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "That's good, next time, shall I invite you?"

Zhong Kexing looked at Jiang Xiaocheng's face, and said hello after a while, his tone much softer than before.