time, shades

Chapter 41

The years are quiet.

Xu Moqi leaned against the snow-white window sill, the stars twinkled under the black curtain, the hair on his forehead that was blown by the breeze brushed the long black eyelashes in pieces, Xu Moqi's eyes reflected the stars and lights in the distant city, in a trance There is an illusion of "looking for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place".

I saw Mo Jieyu again.

Since Christmas in December last year, he was unwilling to indulge himself to get close to her.

She will be admitted to University A, or to be precise, he will meet her again, which is purely unexpected.

In the third year of junior year, when the freshmen were enrolled, Ren Qing helped Liu Yiqing, the president of the student union of the Literature Department of the South College, sort out the electronic files of the freshmen. On the keyboard, he viciously greeted all eighteen generations of Liu Yiqing's ancestors.

When Xu Moqi returned to the dormitory, seeing that he was still working hard in front of his notebook, he couldn't help being startled, and then said calmly, "Are you okay?"

When Ren Qing heard this, she snapped her fingers, made an error, pressed the delete key several times in quick succession, and asked in confusion, "God Xu, what do you mean?"

Xu Moqi raised his chin, and clicked on the freshman electronic file opened on his screen, and the messy A4 papers on the desktop, the meaning was easy to understand.

Ren Qing scratched her hair angrily, and continued to turn her eyes back to the screen, "I lost the bet, and I'm doing hard work! The master of the computer department, please help me quickly! If this continues, I guess when the freshmen come tomorrow, I will It's not even finished yet!"

Xu Moqi looked at him condescendingly, pulled off his tie, took off his suit jacket, and glanced at him indifferently, that calm and indifferent glance seemed to say: Do you think I will help? ?
Ren Qing mournfully glanced at the handsome back who walked into the bathroom to take a bath with peace of mind, and couldn't help complaining: "God Xu! If you value profits over righteousness, the girls in University A will be very sad if they find out!"

Accompanied by the sound of rushing water, came the sentence: "I wish I could."

Ren Qing nearly spat out blood after hearing this, and he reprimanded: "God Xu! Is it really okay for you to be like this?"

Nothing responded to him except the sound of running water.

Ren Qing gave up asking for help, and continued to work hard resignedly.

There are tens of thousands of people in the Literature Department of the South Campus. Every time Ren Qing successfully entered the information of a freshman, he silently added a sentence in his heart: "Liu Yiqing, you are cruel!"

When Xu Moqi came out in gray casual clothes, Ren Qing was still fighting. After he wiped his hair with a white towel carelessly a few times, he sat down beside him with a relaxed expression, and looked at it with gloating pleasure. Glancing at the paper on Ren Qing's left hand, he said, "It seems there are many more."

Sensitively, after the syllable of the word "many" ended, Ren Qing immediately looked down at the unfinished freshman materials on his left, and then said, "Damn! Why are there more and more!"

Xu Moqi said, "Congratulations."

Ren Qing really wanted to throw the notebook directly in his face, he turned his head, looked sharply at someone who was watching the show and even feared that the world would not be chaotic, and said: "Xu Moqi, do your fans know that you look like this? Know them Will I still love you?"

Xu Moqi was noncommittal, and spread his hands to express that he didn't care at all, so he picked up the freshman information and browsed it casually.

In fact, it is all freshmen's personal information, home address, ID card, former graduation school, home phone number, and personal contact number.

The coefficient of difficulty is not great but the workload is huge. Xu Moqi put down the paper and took out a second one. Finally, he showed the love between his old friends since he entered the door. "What did you bet with Liu Yiqing? You also bet like this?" His eyes were full of contempt.

Unconvinced, Ren Qing snatched the paper from his hand, and replied angrily, "Isn't it because of you?"

"Me?" Seeing that the paper in his hand was taken away by him, Xu Moqi didn't mind. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa. When did he become the bet of such a mentally handicapped bet?
He squinted his eyes slightly, and the exquisite collarbone exposed by the gray sportswear was all coquettish. He heard Ren Qing reply: "Liu Yiqing bet with me how many freshmen will frantically look for you after seeing your picture on our college bulletin board. you?"

"and then?"

"I bet [-]." After Ren Qing finished speaking, he continued: "It turned out to be a mess."

"Oh?" Xu Moqi remembered that since yesterday, new students have been enrolled one after another. Looking back, it has been more than two years since graduating from high school.

"The hateful thing is that the freshmen from Liu Yiqing's department haven't even arrived yet, so he wants to get the full version of the electronic file of the freshman materials tomorrow, go, him, the..."

Xu Moqi finally understands why Liu Yiqing is not in the dormitory tonight, and if he stays for a few more hours, Ren Qing will be enough to stuff his ears with cotton.

He looked up at Ren Qing's notebook and said, "Do it well."

Ren Qing really wanted to take a sip of water and spray him directly on the face, chasing him away: "Go away!"

(End of this chapter)