Give me back my tail

In November, Zhao Zecheng became very busy.

University B has two exams in each semester. The mid-term exam in November is almost the same size as the final exam at the same time. The average of the two grades becomes the final grade point.

Therefore, the students attach great importance to this exam. Zhao Zecheng has also put the review course designed for the mid-term exam into the lesson preparation plan, and is busy with work every day.

The big library of B is also getting more crowded every day because of the exam.

Only Ji Rong was different. He said some time ago that he was a top student. When it came time to take the exam, he didn't go to the library or read books. He stayed at home every day, still clinging to Zhao Zecheng.

There is not enough space at home, and the only thing that can be used for office work is a small bar that separates the living room and dining room.

Zhao Zecheng was sitting on the bar and working with his laptop on. After a while, Ji Rong pretended to crawl up to him with a book in his hand.

The bar is not big, and the two small bar chairs are placed on the same side. When Ji Rong sat on it, he almost leaned against Zhao Zecheng from shoulder to calf.

Zhao Zecheng glanced at him and ignored him.

Ji Rong obediently flipped through the book, took out a notebook, and wrote and drew beside him.

"Zhao Zecheng." After writing for about 5 minutes, Ji Rong called him.

Zhao Zecheng asked him what happened.

"I want to call you." Ji Rong said, he turned his head and stared at Zhao Zecheng innocently, and called him again, "Zhao Zecheng."

Zhao Zecheng ignored him and continued with the work at hand.

Ji Rong shouted again: "Zhao Zecheng, Zhao Zecheng."

"... read carefully."

Ji Rong smiled lightly.

From the corner of his eye, Zhao Zecheng saw him slowly get down on his knees, with his face resting on his arm, and his side facing him.

Zhao Zecheng still couldn't help but glanced at him, just in time to meet Ji Rong's gaze.

Ji Rong's eyes are not big, but his eyes are very dark, and at this moment, Zhao Zecheng is completely reflected, as if Ji Rong's heart is full of him.

Zhao Zecheng couldn't help but move.

"Zhao Zecheng." Ji Rong shouted again, his voice trailed off and dragged on for a long time.

"Ok?"

"Zhao Zecheng, Zhao Zecheng, Zhao Zecheng."

"Zhao Zecheng..." Ji Rong slowly buried his face in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Let's go out to play again."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhao Zecheng always felt that Ji Rong's voice sounded a little sad.

Zhao Zecheng said yes: "Where do you want to go?"

Ji Rong had never farmed a third of an acre of land, and he didn't know where it was. When he was asked for a while, he knew two places over and over again in his mind, so he said, "...to Jinnan?"

Zhao Zecheng was stunned.

Ji Rong came out again, and looked at Zhao Zecheng with one eye: "Are you okay?"

"It's good," Zhao Zecheng said, "but why do you want to go to Jinnan?"

He pinched the other person's face and joked, "Is that so anxious?"

Ji Rong didn't understand: "What's the rush?"

Zhao Zecheng stopped talking, turned his gaze back to the computer screen, and started working.

Exam week is coming soon.

The university teacher, Mr. Zhao, was completely free during the week. Except for a few scheduled invigilators, the rest of the days were considered holidays.Ji Rong, a college student, is a bit busier. On average, he has to take one and a half courses a day, totaling 8 courses.

The subject that Zhao Zecheng taught happened to be at the bottom.

When Ji Rong came out of the exam, it was already raining outside, and it was said that there was a typhoon tonight.

In fact, City B is rarely affected by typhoons. When Ji Rong walked outside, he heard some people complaining about the lack of umbrellas, or saying: "God knows that I didn't do well in the exam, so I'm complaining for me."

Ji Rong made a not-so-smiling smile.

Then I heard that person say: "Fuck, it's that Teacher Zhao again. If you ask me, he's just a scumbag, a dignified university teacher. I bet he doesn't know how many little girls he has harmed."

The boy next to him also laughed and said to him: "I think you are just jealous."

Ji Rong hurried forward a few steps, and when he got to where they were standing just now, he saw Zhao Zecheng holding an umbrella, carefully protecting a girl, walking in the rain.

The girl is very short, with two braids, and her back looks lively and lovely.

She probably liked Zhao Zecheng, because she walked tremblingly during the short steps, but she couldn't help turning her head to watch Zhao Zecheng speak, so she was a little flustered.

Zhao Zecheng probably couldn't see it, Ji Rong saw him smiling and patted her on the shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

——In the future, he will probably find such a girl or boy to hold an umbrella for him and walk in the rain.

Ji Rong thinks this way, probably because his nose has been sore so many times during this period, and he doesn't find it very unbearable.

Zhao Zecheng sent the girl to the cafeteria opposite the teaching building, said goodbye to her briefly, then held up the umbrella again and walked back.

He walked slowly at first, but after he glanced this way, he started to speed up his pace.

"When did you stand here?" Zhao Zecheng put away his umbrella and asked.

Ji Rong said: "You were here when you supported others, I thought you picked others up."

Zhao Zecheng laughed, and he rubbed Ji Rong's hair: "Who else can I pick up?"

After thinking about it, he explained again: "My former student, class representative."

Ji Rong said he understood, and the two walked to the edge, this time Zhao Zecheng directly grabbed Ji Rong's shoulders, and the two walked into the rain intimately.

The dormitory is much farther than the cafeteria, and Zhao Zecheng didn't drive, and the raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making the sound of crackling.

The rain curtain also makes the vision cloudy, it seems that only the small world under the umbrella is clear and real.

Ji Rong turned to look at Zhao Zecheng's hand on his shoulder, it was wide and warm, with well-defined knuckles, long and strong.

Ji Rong tried hard to remember this feeling.

He also had an unrealistic hope that time would stand still.But as Qian Nuo said, there are some things that can't be helped.

The dormitory can be walked step by step, and three months, if you count, it is only ninety.

Zhao Zecheng noticed his silence and asked him, "What's the matter? Did you fail the exam?"

Ji Rong said no.

"I was wondering what it would be like to be embraced by you in the future." Ji Rong whispered.

He spoke softly, and the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella was louder. Zhao Zecheng couldn't hear clearly, so he lowered his voice: "What did you just say?"

Ji Rong said, "Nothing."

He smiled, put his arms around Zhao Zecheng's waist, leaned his face on his chest and acted like a baby: "Zhao Zecheng, I'm so cold, can Jinnan be warmer?"

Zhao Zecheng almost dropped the umbrella he was shaking, so he reached out and patted the top of Furry's head as a punishment: "No, it will be colder."

Ji Rong snorted unhappily, but still put his arms around him and didn't let go.

"But we can go to the hot spring," Zhao Zecheng said, "It's very warm there."

Ji Rong laughed: "Okay!"

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