love you as i wish

更新时间：2013-04-2509:59:53字数：4100

Time seems to go by so fast after Christmas.In a blink of an eye, the Lunar New Year is coming.

At the end of each semester, the Z conference will suspend classes for two to three weeks to give students enough time to review and prepare for the exam.This year it is two weeks.

For two weeks, it is more than enough for gifted students; for middle-level students, there is no distraction.For the bastards, elation.Anyway, I can't escape the make-up exam in the coming year, and the Buddha's feet soaked temporarily are useless, so I might as well use this to play wild and have a good time.

Fang Bofan belongs to the category of middle school students. Except for his own programming major, he treats all public courses arranged by the school equally without any preference.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that his dude is trying too hard.In fact, even in professional courses, his requirements for himself are nothing more than a B, and he never expects to be on the list of A.It is conceivable that his brother's requirements for public courses are not too high.

C, etc., this is his basic requirement.

Middle school students generally think so in their hearts.They don't want to be favored by professors, nor are they eager for annual scholarships, they just hope to get their diplomas smoothly.

Of course, if you want to get the diploma safely, you still have to set aside some time to review.Fang Bofan is struggling with the program in the book at the moment, trying to find out the error.

Son of a bitch!Cursing low, he threw away the book and lay down behind the chair.

Programming is his major, so he won't worry about failing.It's just... the psychology class is a bit troublesome.

He studied science and engineering, and he was not very interested in literature.I originally thought that after entering university, I just need to learn my major well, but I didn't expect that there are so many rules in this university.Freshman had to take a literature class, and memorized it desperately, and finally passed the test.In my sophomore year, I took an English class, but it was easy to pass.As for the junior year, there are actually psychology classes, and depending on the department, they are held in different academic years, and the latest is no more than the junior year...

Based on this calculation, wouldn't he have to wait until the end of the first semester of his senior year? What a nightmare!

I didn't mean to be hostile to the psychology class or the tutor who taught the psychology class, but I didn't like to endorse by nature, so I didn't have the heart to memorize the theorems in words.

Oh shit!

Cursing dissatisfiedly, Fang Bofan was furious.Obviously, Z University does not have a psychology department, but it pays attention to the psychological education of students. Isn't this contradictory!

Since he was named by Professor Nayan, he has been a serious and good student for more than two months.Take notes carefully in class, and keep your eyes on the professor.From Professor Yan's encouraging eyes from time to time, he must have successfully changed the lazy image he had built earlier, which made his self-confidence index skyrocket.

But...just because his impression has improved doesn't mean that his grades will also improve.

He listened carefully to every class and remembered the details of his notes.However, I can't remember it in my mind.Looking through the psychological notes of this semester, there are only a dozen pages.There are not many literary notes with large content, really not many.But I just don't want to remember.

Is it old?Leaning on the wooden chair in the classroom, Fang Bofan sighed.He's only 22, so there's no reason why he can't memorize these theories?

Literature must have been born at odds with him.He consoled himself so much.

Do you want to learn from those colleagues who like to flatter and flirt with Professor Nayan?Fang Bofan immediately killed the idea before it was formed.He didn't like to dance long sleeves, let alone do it.

Forget it, work hard yourself!

Alas... Looking through the lonely notes, his head is getting big.

The night before the test.

The campus at [-] o'clock has gradually become quiet, and the students are recharging their energy and recharging their energy to deal with the upcoming tests with full energy.

Although the winter in the south is not too cold, there is still a slight chill.The temperature of the day and night often makes unsuspecting people step into the trend of epidemics, and the flu of the century will come.

Yan Nuo sneezed as he wrapped the cotton coat tightly around his body.The child has not been seen for two full weeks since classes were suspended.

He wanted to get away, really wanted to.It's a pity that a heart is full of lovesickness for no reason.

Fang Bofan is a good boy, he should have his own life.A...normal life.He will graduate, find a job he likes, fall in love with a girl he likes, and organize a happy family.Most importantly, he...wouldn't fall in love with a man.

Thanks to lovesickness, Yan Nuo frantically searched for all books, movies and reports on homosexuality.

Is it psychological or physical when you are attracted to a man?It is a pity that he is not an anatomical biologist, and cannot analyze himself from a physiological point of view.As for the psychology...he can only say that the matter is not related to him, and it will cause chaos.

hehe!Shaking his head bitterly, Yan Nuo remained silent.The child only regarded him as an ordinary professor. Although he saw that he memorized his notes diligently in the past two months of class, he thought that it was just Fang Bofan's instinct to be a student trying to please him, the teacher.As for the rest, he never expected.

Don't dare to hope extravagantly, but hope constantly.

Really not extravagant?Yan Nuo asked herself, but she didn't want to face up to the answer that appeared faintly and clearly in her heart.

I lied to myself!Otherwise, how could he be wandering around the unmanned playground, just hoping to be lucky enough to run into Fang Fan.

Knowing that Fang Bofan likes to play basketball, he ran into him several times on the court at night by chance.Therefore, Yan Nuo thought that Fang Bofan likes to come out to play at eight or nine o'clock at night to relieve boredom.So, I don't know what's wrong, during the two weeks of school suspension, he would always spend the golden time of eight or nine o'clock on the sidelines of the court, just to see the lively and confident figure of the child.

Helpless, what he got in exchange for twelve days of wandering was the favor of a cold, which made his nose uncomfortable.

Sighing deeply and exhaling a touch of sadness, Yan Nuo pulled the zipper on his neckline, quickened his pace without giving up, and walked towards the court.

Bang - bang!

The night wind made his nose itchy, but his mind was attracted by the sound of a basketball hitting the ground on the court.Yan Nuo's heart skipped a beat, it would be... the hazy yellow light cast a dancing figure.Gray and long, it doesn't look real.The only certainty is quantity.Only one person.

who?The cold clouded his eyes.Yan Nuo narrowed his eyes.

"This classmate..." Just as Yan Nuo opened his mouth to call out, the ball player turned around because of a shot.

As soon as they met each other, the two were taken aback at the same time.

For a moment, Yan Nuo felt like crying.Virgin Mary!A moment ago, he was lifeless like a saury in a supermarket, but now he is alive and kicking like a frozen fish again.His mood fluctuated greatly.

After singing the praises of the western gods, he took the trouble to thank the Chinese gods one by one.Blessed by Buddha Lord Buddha, who has long buns, unexpectedly he met tonight... the person he had been thinking about for nearly half a year!

The hands in the pockets clenched subconsciously, and the nails pinched the palms painfully.Sniffing, Yan Nuo had a smirk on his face: It's Fang Bofan...

Compared to Yan Nuo's stupid smile, Fang Bofan didn't have much expression.After being dazed, he just raised his eyebrows: "Professor Yan, it's so late, are you coming to play?"

Look at his clothes: leather shoes, slacks, and a cotton jacket. The neckline is raised to cover most of his face, with only one eye exposed; his hands are in the pockets of the cotton jacket.From a horizontal perspective, it doesn't look like he's coming to play.He didn't even bring a basketball. Could it be that the professor thought that there would be a lot of people on the basketball court today, so he was going to share a ball with others?

"Professor Yan?" Are you stupid?Fang Bofan bounced the basketball and approached Yan Nuo.

"Uh? What's the matter?" Suddenly regaining consciousness, Yan Nuo saw Fang Bofan holding the basketball with his left arm and sticking it to his body, standing firmly in front of him, he couldn't help asking: "Afan, how tall are you? "

I usually see him sitting in class, but last time he was sent to the office by a strange accident, and I didn't pay attention to his height.Now that the two of them were standing together, Yan Nuo was surprised to find that the child was half his head taller.

"1.8 meters zero." After answering unconsciously, Fang Bofan was stunned.What the hell is this psychology professor doing? He came here to ask about his height.

"More than that." Looking up to appraise, Yan Nuo shook his head. "I'm 1.7 meters six, you are half a head taller than me, it should be more than [-]."

"Huh?" Blinking, Fang Bofan tilted his head. "My score was that high when I entered school, maybe it's a little longer!"

"People who play basketball are always taller." Yan Nuo nodded in agreement.

"You are also here to play ball? This ball is for you to play." Mistaking him to play, Fang Bofan handed him the ball generously.There's no way, he's the only one on the court, and there's only this one basketball. Could it be that he's jumping around the basket like a monkey, and let the professor watch from the side.

"No need." Hastily waved his hands, Yan Nuo smiled embarrassedly. "I'm not here to play ball, just... for a walk. Hey, I'm not very good at playing basketball, at most I just run."

"Oh!" Seeing that he didn't catch the ball, Fang Bofan was inconvenient to say anything, but just stood there and patted the ball, hoping that the professor who came for a walk would disperse to other places soon and let him play for a while.It is estimated that the guard who guards the stadium should come to close the iron gate.After staying for a while, he will also go back to the apartment to rest and prepare for tomorrow's exam.

Thinking of the exam, he frowned.

"What's bothering you?" Yan Nuo blurted out when he saw his expression froze.

"It's nothing." Responding lightly, Fang Bofan bowed his body and passed the ball with both hands.

"A test?"

"It's okay." Fang Bofan continued to slap the basketball, but Fang Bofan's expression did not change much.

The child seems very irritable.Staring at his expressionless face, Yan Nuo frowned.Just listening to his rhythm of hitting the ball and the swing of his wrist when focusing on the ball conveys a kind of mania and impatience.When he mentioned the exam, the child's expression didn't fluctuate much, and the frequency of the pinball didn't speed up or slow down, so it shouldn't be upset.

What was it that made the kid so restless on the eve of the exam?Yan Nuo was surprised.Not just love and care, but also an occupational disease.

"Afan, what's wrong, can I help you?"

"What?" Looking up, Fang Bofan smiled, very politely.

Although it was a smiling face, it was extremely dazzling in Yan Nuo's eyes.The moment he took the initiative, he realized that in Fang Bofan's eyes, there seemed to be hidden unrestrained willfulness and indifference to everything.But this child hides very well, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a sharp-edged face that is always indifferent.

Maybe he always likes to dig out the truth hidden behind the appearance, but Yan Nuo doesn't think that Fang Bofan is really what he shows.Tsk, it seems that his occupational disease is really not ordinary.

"Are you worried about tomorrow's exam?" Reluctantly, Yan Nuo decided to gossip, and silently praised his grandson and his greatness.Look, the military book with hundreds of words can be used in practical combat in various fields, what is not greatness!

"Examination? It's okay." Fang Bofan had to stand up straight before Yan Nuo could move his feet for a long time. "Professor Yan, are you still taking a walk at this late hour?"

"Aren't you annoyed by the exam?" Yan Nuo automatically silenced the last sentence, which was very expressive.

"Not bothering."

"That's right. You guys are going on winter vacation after the exam, so you should be happy." Pushing forward, Yan Nuo observed his reaction.

"Yes, it's a holiday." Fang Bofan nodded casually, and bowed his head.A vacation meant going home, but...he didn't want to go home at all.When he is at home, he can only get in the way of good things.Curling his lips, a trace of anger lingered in his heart.Thinking of that person annoys him.

"Going home for the New Year, family reunion, how nice." Seeing him tossing the ball between his hands quickly, Yan Nuo narrowed his eyes: This kid seems to be bothered about going home.

"……"no response.

"You don't want to go home." Yan Nuo went straight to Huanglong.

"Hehe!" Fang Bofan chuckled, but did not answer.