Building 12, in dormitory 503
Shen Li still didn't recover. She rested her head on her little arm and said nothing.
Sometimes he rests on this little arm, and sometimes he rests on the other one.
Her little face was extremely red, but her beautiful eyes had curved into beautiful crescents.
There was no anger or shame, and there seemed to be only a touch of joy.
"The key fell on the floor."
Luo Yu put the small key on Shen Li's desk expressionlessly.
"Oh, thank you, Sister Luo Yu." Shen Li blushed and put the key back in the drawer.
"It can be seen that he likes you very much." Luo Yu opened a bag of potato chips in the snack bag and said expressionlessly.
"Ah? Sister Luo Yu, why do you say that?" Shen Li was stunned.
"After all, you only pay less attention to your appearance in front of the people you like."
Luo Yu pinched some potato chips with two fingers and put them in his mouth, licking his fingers at the same time.
"Yeah, sister Luo Yu, please stop talking."
Shen Li covered her face. Her boyfriend really didn't care about his image. He ran out wearing big slippers and sent her all the way to the dormitory. He didn't care about other people's eyes at all.
Shen Li felt sweet in her heart when she thought of this.
"He's quite handsome," Luo Yu said.
"Yeah." Shen Li nodded her head. Her boyfriend was indeed quite handsome. Shen Li was still a little happy when she heard sister Luo Yu praise her boyfriend for being handsome.
"It would be nice if I could bring more snacks and fruits." Luo Yu threw the finished bag of potato chips into the trash can and added.
Shen Li rolled her eyes. Sister Luo Yu is really a foodie, a big foodie.
Shen Li turned on the computer. She had to update two books today...it was a bit difficult, but it was difficult to update!
Shen Li thought of something and smiled sweetly.
At this moment, a pleasant cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.
Shen Li picked up the phone, looked at it, and connected directly.
"Hey, aunt...you've arrived at school? Huh? Transferred?"
Shen Li covered her mouth and hit an unstable cell phone on the desk.
"What's wrong?" A cold voice came from the other end of the phone, a little confused.
"No...it's okay, auntie, it's okay. I'll hang up first." After Shen Li finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
There seemed to be a bit more confusion and confusion in her eyes.
"Not bad, Shen Li, and my aunt loves you."
Luo Yu took a bite of Wangzi steamed buns at this time and said while eating.
"It's over." Shen Li put down her phone.
"What's over?" Luo Yu was stunned.
"What if my auntie tells my family about Ayan and I, it will be over." Shen Li said weakly, with a bit of frustration and annoyance in her beautiful eyes.
"What's the point of falling in love?" Luo Yu wondered.
"My mother said that you are not allowed to fall in love until you are admitted to graduate school." Shen Li said in a panic.
"Isn't it okay to hide it?" Luo Yu said directly.
"I can't hide it anymore." Shen Li covered her face, "My aunt is coming to school to teach."
"That's really bad." Luo Yu opened another bag of Wangzi steamed buns and ate them expressionlessly.
Shen Li held his forehead.
Sister Luo Yu is a big foodie, a foodie!
You have to think of a solution yourself.
...
Zhou Yan came downstairs from his dormitory and passed by the commercial street. He thought about it and went directly into a second-hand bookstore.
On the left side of the bookstore is the bookshelf, and on the right is the fruit shelf. Well, the owner of the bookstore sells fruits and books.
The wall on the left is a semi-enclosed vacuum structure, with rows of bookshelves on them. Second-hand books are placed diagonally inside the bookshelves.
Most of the books here are old books and teaching aids obtained from graduates. Zhou Yan came here mainly to see if there are supporting books and teaching materials for the subjects of the first-year university.
Although his focus will not be on study, Zhou Yan is a clever woman who can't make a living without rice. He doesn't have much money and can't achieve anything. He still needs to take it step by step. He simply takes advantage of the period when military training has just started to start. Review the bibliography.
"What do you want to buy?" An older middle-aged man came over and asked with a smile.
"It's okay, let me take a look first." Zhou Yan said casually.
"Okay, come back to me if you need anything." The boss stopped interrupting and sat back at the cashier.
Zhou Yan looked at the bookshelf and picked out three books, namely "Mathematical Analysis·I", "Advanced Algebra·I" and "Analytical Geometry". These are the professional course books that he will learn in the first semester of his freshman year. Zhou Yan plans to buy them in advance. Come here, Zhou Yan has no interest in other general courses.
For general education courses and the like, basically if you write better in the final exam and write more, you can get high scores, but Zhou Yan doesn't care.
Zhou Yan came to the cashier with three books and asked with a smile: "Boss, how much is it?"
The boss turned over the three books. There was a price written on the sticker there. The boss took out the calculator and calculated it, and said: "30 yuan."
"OK."
Zhou Yan took out the only fifty yuan he had in his trouser pocket and handed it to the boss.
"Young man, are you a new student?" the boss asked as he handed over twenty yuan.
"Postgraduate entrance examination." Zhou Yan said casually.
"Haha, it doesn't look like a new student." The boss said with a smile.
Zhou Yan nodded, said no more, and walked out of the bookstore.
But he noticed that there was a girl picking books in front of the bookshelf at the door of the bookstore.
She was wearing a black dress with a gray long-sleeved lining. She was dressed like a school uniform. She was well-behaved and looked very well-behaved and quiet.
Her profile was very delicate, so Zhou Yan took a few more glances. Even the strong bookish temperament exuding from her body deeply attracted Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan thought of a word, aesthetic.
Zhou Yan was thinking that if he could take a photo of the girl carrying a book from a distance at this time and post it on the wall of the bookstore as an advertisement, it would probably bring good traffic to the bookstore.
Wait....flip-flops?
Zhou Yan looked at the girl stepping on flip-flops and twitched the corner of his mouth.
The bookish temperament in front of me was completely destroyed by this flip-flop.
This is not a female academic master. This is the real-life version of Sister Baoer.
But there is one thing to say. Although Zhou Yan is not a foot expert, the girl's small feet still caught his attention immediately.
So cute... so cute, well, on par with Tangtang.
Zhou Yan swallowed.
The snow-white and tender toes, as well as the crystal-white instep, are as natural as white jade. Even the heels are smooth and smooth, without any excess cutin. They look like cooked little chaos, seeping through the thin skin. It's just a faint pink color, it's white and rosy and makes me want to take a bite.
Zhou Yan only had one thought in his mind, which was to put a pair of shoes on these cute little feet.
Flip-flops, bad review!
When Zhou Yan passed the girl, he found that she was choosing a high-level math tutor.
"Are your classmates choosing teaching materials?"
Zhou Yan asked casually and casually.
"Huh?" Xing Xuan heard someone talking next to her, turned her head and glanced away, quickly looking away.
He is a boy who is not ugly, but he is not to her liking.
"Haha, little girl, this is a senior. If you want to buy any books, you can consult this senior." The boss said at the cashier.
"Really!" Xing Xuan's eyes lit up, and she looked at Zhou Yan much more favorably.
"Senior, I want to buy one of the best teaching aids, but I don't know which one is suitable?" Xing Xuan asked curiously.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
