President, don't be arrogant!

A face involuntarily came to mind in my mind, does this count as being close to ink?

The lips are slightly raised.

The colleague was a little puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

Shi Jiamu came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's nothing, by the way, do you want to listen to Professor Zhan's open class?"

"Thinking about it, it's just that he's so famous, it's not easy to occupy the position." The colleague hesitated.

Jia Mu took her arm and said: "Before I came out, someone reserved two seats for me. Let's go, let's go there early, and I'm afraid we really won't have any seats if it's late."

"So you're all ready, Jiamu, you're so kind, thank you."

"Everyone came to study together, why are you polite?"

The two walked happily to the classroom.

Professor Zhan came to the classroom on time. Chen Jingran, whom he had just met in the cafeteria, followed him into the classroom.

Because there was no room left in the classroom, Professor Zhan asked her to sit beside her in his chair and listened in a very gentlemanly manner.

The colleague lowered his voice and said, "This Chen Jingran is really haunted. Do you think the professor is really bewitched by her?"

Shi Jiamu was also a little surprised to see Chen Jingran coming in with the professor, but then he thought that the professor didn't seem like that kind of person, maybe he just thought that Chen Jingran really wanted to study so he brought her in.

"Listen to the class, don't think so much."

Colleagues nodded.

In the following whole class, apart from professional discussions, Shi Jiamu and his colleagues did not talk about any personal matters, while Chen Jingran was very active throughout the class.

At the end of the lecture, Professor Zhan packed up his things and went out. Chen Jingran got up and stepped on high heels to catch up with the professor. At the last moment when she left the classroom, she glanced sideways at Shi Jiamu who was still sitting on the seat, and her red lips curled up. evil smile.

"A woman who relies on her body for superiority doesn't know what she is proud of." The colleague said in a disgusted tone when he saw Chen Jingran's smile.

Shi Jiamu stood up and said, "Let's go."

As for Chen Jingran and the professor, she didn't care.

The two of them didn't go back immediately, but went to the library together to read various books, and reorganized the content of the professor's lecture.

When I came back to my senses, it was already [-] o'clock in the evening. After leaving the library, the two of them found a restaurant and had something to eat before going back.

Shi Jiamu walked all the way home and it was almost ten o'clock. He took a shower and changed clothes, lay on the bed and read a book and fell asleep.

Sleeping in a daze, it seems that he heard a sound, it should be that he came back, and continued to sleep without opening his eyes.

After a while, she heard something suddenly. She opened her eyes and found that Nangong Yu was not in the room. Didn't he come back just now?

Could it be that a thief entered the house?

It would be fine if he robbed money, anyway Nangong Yupoor only had money left, let him compensate for his losses, it would be bad if he robbed her.

She got up and searched around the room but couldn't find any self-defense weapons, so she had to go down with the vase in her arms.

If the thief really got into it, she would smash the other person's head with a vase!

Walking downstairs step by step, approaching the restaurant, the lights were dim, a black figure was sitting on the ground, the ground was covered with broken glass, his hand was pressing on the ground, blood was flowing.

"Nangong...Yu?" She called out in disbelief.

The man who kept his head down slowly raised his head, his cold eyes looked at her blurred and out of focus, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Jia Mu Xuankong's heart slowly fell to the ground in mid-air, he put down the vase, and complained: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, are you playing self-mutilation?"

Nangong Yu didn't speak, just sat on the ground without moving.

"Get up quickly and treat the wound." After Shi Jiamu finished speaking, he turned and walked to the stairs. He didn't hear any movement behind him, so he looked back.

His back was leaning on the table leg, his eyes were lightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Is he drunk?

When I got close, I smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

He probably wanted to drink water, but he accidentally broke the glass when he was drunk, and fell down again when he wanted to clean it up.

I really didn't expect that Nangong Yu, who is so high above, has such a embarrassed side.

Shi Jiamu felt a little gleeful, "It's what you deserve, who told you to always bully me before, now the retribution has come!"

With a small smirk, he turned and went upstairs.

After walking a few more steps, he suddenly stopped, and looked back at the man on the ground. He probably wants to sleep on the ground all night, right?

Forget it, even if he bleeds to death, it has nothing to do with him.

Shi Jiamu wanted to go upstairs, but his legs stood still, unable to take a step.

After hesitating for a moment, he let out a deep breath, "Take it as accumulating blessings for yourself."

She went downstairs step by step and knelt down in front of him, "Nangongyu, Nangongyu..."

He called several times, but he didn't respond.

Shi Jiamu reached out and shook his arm: "Nangong Yu, wake up!"

After a while, he quietly opened his eyes, looking at her in confusion, without any reaction.

"You can't sit here overnight and you have a hand injury that needs to be dealt with."

He blinked extremely slowly, but still didn't respond.

Shi Jiamu stared at him strangely, and bit his lip: "Isn't he stupid to drink?"

"I don't have that much strength to carry you upstairs, I'll help you to the sofa, you have to use more strength yourself!"

Slender hands held his arms and pulled him up with all his strength.

Nangong Yu was not so drunk that he completely lost his autonomy, and stood up with Shi Jiamu. Although most of the weight was on her body, he could still walk a few steps by himself.

The living room and the dining room are only a short ten steps away, and it took Shi Jiamu several minutes to support the heavy Nangong Yujian before he was able to help him to the sofa.

When Nangong Yutu sat on the sofa, she let out a long sigh: "Ah! I'm so dead, my arm is almost broken."

Nangong Yu had already closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep again, his hands rubbed against his clothes, and the crumpled clothes were stained red with blood.

The lofty and noble Nangong Yu seemed to have fallen into the mundane world all of a sudden, contaminated by the fireworks of the world.

Shi Jiamu put his hands on his waist, looked down at him, and said to himself: "I'm not caring about you, just because you are so pitiful!"

Turned around and went to the kitchen to search for a long time before finding the medicine box.

Squatting beside the sofa, he cleaned and disinfected his palms with hydrogen peroxide. The wound was not tied casually, but a little trauma ointment was applied and wrapped with a bandage.

After treating his wound, he went to clean up the glass slag in the restaurant. After working for half an hour, he finally finished it.

Seeing him sleeping soundly on the sofa, he hesitated for a moment and went upstairs to find a blanket to cover him.

"Help people to the end, send Buddha to the west, Nangong Yu, I have done my best to you, don't bully me in the future, do you know?"

She shook her fist at him.

Nangong Yu lay quietly on the sofa, motionless, like a sleeping prince.

"Strange, how can a big man's eyelashes be so long! The legendary eyelash essence?"