Lin Qingsong unlocked his face and entered the house. Ren Zixian stayed in his arms obediently. He put the person in his arms on the sofa, and the little Gui rushed to Ren Zixian's body and acted coquettishly.
"I just know how to act coquettishly." Lin Qingsong loosened Ren Zixian's long hair and sat next to her.
Ren Zixian leaned on his body and played with Lin Qingsong's fingers, his movements gradually becoming bolder.
Lin Qingsong held her hand, his eyes dim and unclear, and his voice was low: "You're not feeling well yet."
Ren Zixian shook his head gently, turned around and kissed her softly.
After the room was throbbing, Lin Qingsong cleaned Ren Zixian, and then went into the bathroom. When he came out, he saw Ren Zixian sitting on the bed, holding up his pajamas and reading information.
"Why don't you sleep?" Lin Qingsong sat next to him covered in moisture.
Ren Zixian moved to the side with some disgust: "It's wet, go and wipe it clean."
Lin Qingsong narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You know you dislike it now? Why didn't you dislike it just now?"
After saying that, he pounced on her, and all the water stains touched her body.
Ren Zixian hid under the quilt, pressed on his bare chest, and pushed him out: "Stop making trouble."
As expected, Lin Qingsong stopped moving, and Ren Zixian hid under the quilt and looked at him with bright eyes.
She looked so well-behaved that Lin Qingsong couldn't help but kiss her eyes.
Ren Zixian put his arm around him and leaned forward slightly.
"Do you want to do it again by provoking me like this?" Lin Qingsong asked with raised eyebrows.
Ren Zixian bit his Adam's apple gently: "Yeah."
Lin Qingsong was so seduced by her that he lost his temper and couldn't help but hit her a little harshly. They had no choice but to take another bath together.
In order to prevent her from wandering, he wrapped her in a blanket and threw her on the bed like a spring roll: "I won't get up tomorrow if I keep messing around."
Only then did Ren Zixian calm down. She huddled in Lin Qingsong's arms obediently and couldn't move, but after a while she felt a little sleepy.
Lin Qingsong was sitting nearby reading the message from Tang Wan on his tablet. He suddenly remembered Tang Wan's advice and asked Ren Zixian: "Do you know a graduate student from Fengjing University named Lin Xuedi?"
Ren Zixian had already closed his eyes. His eyelashes trembled when he heard Lin Qingsong's words, and his voice was a little vague: "Huh?"
Lin Qingsong looked at her with her eyes closed, knowing that she was not asleep, so he asked again in a low voice.
"I've heard of him." Ren Zixian didn't open his eyes and looked very sleepy. "It seems that he was Professor Yu's former student."
"Do you know each other?" Lin Qingsong asked.
Ren Zixian opened his eyes in confusion, "I'm not very familiar with him, I'm not a professional, and I haven't met him very often. What's wrong?"
Her tone was calm and there was nothing wrong with her reaction.
Lin Qingsong rubbed her head: "It's okay. He is my younger brother. I thought you would know each other since you are both majoring in literature. Sorry for waking you up."
Ren Zixian shook his head, got up and got out of bed: "I'm going to make something to eat, do you want it? I'll make you the mutton fried rice you like."
Lin Qingsong nodded and breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. Fortunately, Ren Zixian didn't come to him because of other people or other things.
In fact, when Tang Wan said that Ren Zixian might know Lin Xuedi, Lin Qingsong hesitated for a moment. It was like being put on an embarrassing stage where he was destined to lose.
Fortunately, even if everyone considers Lin Xuedi as their first choice, Ren Zixian will still accompany Lin Qingsong.
That's good, he and his little lover will always be together.
Ren Zixian stood in the kitchen with her fingertips trembling slightly. In fact, she woke up when Lin Qingsong asked at the beginning. If Lin Qingsong looked carefully, he would find that her face was not very good.
After just a few words of questioning, Ren Zixian almost felt like he was having a nightmare.
She never thought that Lin Qingsong would ask her about Lin Xuedi so soon. Although she was prepared, she never expected that it would be in this situation.
Ren Zixian calmed down and took out onions and chopped them up. Since Lin Qingsong asked her so lightly, there should be no suspicion.
She and Lin Xuedi were secretly in love, and even Professor Yu Xinyi only found out that Lin Xuedi had a girlfriend after his death.
Almost no one in the school had seen her and Lin Xuedi appear at the same time. Perhaps it was just because she changed her major in literature that aroused the suspicion of Lin Qingsong or others.
Ren Zixian's brain was running rapidly, and then he checked all his possible flaws.
It doesn't matter, Lin Qingsong probably doesn't know about her relationship with Lin Xuedi yet.
Ren Zixian breathed out lightly, mixed the prepared mutton stuffing together and marinated it, added onion particles and stir-fried it until the aroma was released, and then used carrots and other side vegetables to stir-fry the fragrant mutton fried rice.
I made a pot of fragrant chicken soup with chicken legs and fried two side dishes.
Lin Qingsong was texting Tang Wan: [I asked, there is no problem with Ren Zixian, they don't know each other, and the topic of the thesis should be a coincidence. 】
Logan didn't know what he was doing, but when he was supposed to be sleeping, he replied instantly: "Well, that's good." 】
…
Ren Zixian almost stayed up all night with his eyes closed. After eating breakfast, he went to school.
Professor Mo Wen has recovered from his illness. He is sitting in the research room making his first cup of tea.
"It's better that you came early. Others have to step on their feet before wandering over." Professor Mo Wen waved her over, "Just before anyone else came, Professor Xu told me that you wanted to participate in the cultural A solo event for a competition?"
"Yeah." Ren Zixian naturally wouldn't miss the best opportunity because of unnecessary modesty.
"Since Professor Xu has given you a spot, you should try to do it." Professor Mo Wen brewed tea in the thermos cup. Ren Zixian was very happy to get this opportunity. "Don't worry about other issues. It's just that the competition is still inside information." , the list hasn’t been released yet, so you just don’t make any noise.”
The Literary Renovation Competition is a large-scale competition jointly led by the Literary Renovation Factory and the Cultural Affairs Bureau in recent years.
Anyone who studies liberal arts, whether undergraduate or graduate, wants to participate.
If you can get a higher ranking in the competition, then you really won't have to worry about the future.
For such an important competition for liberal arts majors, there are only two ways to participate. One is the recommendation of a few professors, and the other is the invitation from the competition organizer.
At the same time as the official announcement of the game, the list of the game will also be announced.
The competition time is irregular. The last professional competition was three years ago. During this period, many students were unlucky and missed the competition after graduation.
Although Professor Mowen said so, the forum has already discussed the competition this year.
【Do you know how hard I waited! 】
[Is this confirmed news? Is this confirmed news? Is this confirmed news? Is this confirmed news? ...]
[Rumors have confirmed that there will indeed be a literary competition next year, but I don’t know which professors have recommended spots. 】
[Whatever, it basically has nothing to do with us undergraduates, but it is possible for Senior Sister Chu Luohua. 】
[Are you talking about Chu Luohua, a talented student under the name of Professor Xu Xuanming? That is indeed possible, provided that Professor Xu Xuanming has a quota. 】
[I am ignorant, who is Chu Luohua? 】
[At first glance, he is not a student majoring in literature. 】
[Chu Luohua was the provincial champion in the literature competition three years ago, when she was a freshman. 】
[Oh my god, what’s her final score? 】
[She took a break from school after winning the provincial championship and did not participate in the national finals, so she was particularly regretful. 】
[Don’t make random assumptions here. Chu Luohua has been out of school for so long and has not come back to class. She didn’t even go to such a good opportunity back then. Could it be that she can come back now? 】
[Professor Xu Xuanming does have a quota this year. 】
[Fuck me, there’s something going on upstairs. 】
[This is fun, Professor Xu has no graduate students, and Chu Luohua has not come back. Who should the quota go to? 】
There are different opinions on the forum but no result.
Originally, many people were waiting to see Xu Xuanming dismissed because of the lacquer coffin project. Now Professor Mo Wen has taken the initiative to let Xu Xuanming join the lacquer coffin follow-up project team, which is equivalent to showing an attitude: this matter will be kept private within the college.
The Literary Arts Factory, Tang Corporation, Cultural Bureau, etc. who were present at that time were all outsiders and didn't care much about it, so the discussion about Xu Xuanming's doubtful data gradually subsided.
Many conspiracy theories believe that this competition event is a means for Professor Mo Wen to recruit Xu Xuanming.
But no matter what, Professor Mo Wen’s popularity in the liberal arts major was suddenly unmatched.
It’s hard to say what the literary majors are in foreign countries, but the trend in the field of domestic literary studies has gradually changed from blooming with flowers to thriving.
…
Yanshi Airport not only undertakes the passenger transportation tasks of domestic routes, but is also an important transfer station for domestic and international routes, so even in the early morning, pedestrians are busy coming and going.
Jian Fangshu got into his driver's car with dark circles under his eyes. The driver put down his luggage and stood outside the car smoking.
Jian Congwei sat in the car, put out the cigarette in his hand, opened the car window and looked at Jian Fangshu, whom he hadn't seen for several years: "I'll take it. I need to make up for it."
Jian Fangshu waved his hand to disperse the smoke and said nothing.
Wow, Jian Congwei threw over a thick pile of information: "These are all the lovers Lin Qingsong has had contact with in the past few years. Take a good look at them."
Jian Fangshu threw the information back as if he had touched something dirty.
"It doesn't matter if you don't care about other people, but this woman," Jian Congwei pointed at Ren Zixian's profile picture, "has been with Lin Qingsong for two years. No matter what Lin Qingsong thinks in his heart, you have to guard against her."
Jian Fangshu still didn't speak, so Jian Congwei continued: "Tomorrow night, Lin Qingsong will attend a boss's party, and you will go too."
"I'm not going." Jian Fangshu said concisely and with a cold face, "This is not why I came back."
Jian Congwei's expression changed: "What else could it be for? I remind you, you are not allowed to joke with your father about this kind of thing. I have suspended your studies for you. As long as you get things done here, you can use some means. "
Jian Fangshu turned around and said very seriously: "Lin Qingsong has a girlfriend now, and he and I are over!"
