God Made Incompatibility

In the teacher's dormitory, there was a dim warm light under the bathroom door, and the sound of the water was pattering.

Sheng Jinshu is taking a bath.

Meng Wanji stared at the door, sniffing the familiar scent of shower gel in the air, and the emptiness and unease that seemed to be absent after her freedom suddenly disappeared.

Obviously Sheng Jinshu shouldn't be the one who makes her feel more secure.

Her eyes softened, she hung the whole box of handmade pastries brought back from Meng's house on the door handle of Sheng Jinshu's bedroom, and turned back to the room.

When Sheng Jinshu came out wrapped in a bathrobe, what he saw was the light shining from the door of Meng Wanji's room opposite.

A smile crept up the corner of her lips involuntarily, and she wiped the door to Meng Wanji's room.

But with two taps, the door opened.

Meng Wanji was still wearing neat clothes, standing behind the door, her face as usual.

Sheng Jinshu felt that she seemed to be different, but suddenly she couldn't tell the difference. She gossips with her: "I thought you weren't coming back tonight."

Meng Wanji's eyes inevitably swept across the looming whiteness of her chest. Her eyelashes trembled, and she staggered her eyes and said nonchalantly, "Something has fallen."

Sheng Jinshu didn't delve into it, she reminded: "I have finished washing the hot water, if you want to wash it, wait for a while."

Meng Wanji said lightly, "It doesn't matter."

After a pause, she asked, "Isn't it cold?" The bathrobe was not thick, and she was still half-open.

When Sheng Jinshu was asked by her, she felt cold and smiled, "It's a little bit." She touched her wet back and said, "I'll blow my hair first."

Meng Wanji responded, "Yes."

Sheng Jinshu knew that according to Meng Wanji's schedule, they probably wouldn't meet again after blowing her hair. She said in advance, "Good night."

Meng Wanji nodded, was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly said softly, "Good night."

It was the first time that Sheng Jinshu received such a response from her, and she turned around immediately.

Meng Wanji's door closing sounded faster than her movements.

Sheng Jinshu: "..."

After a long while, she turned around and continued to walk towards her bedroom, the smile and interest in her eyes grew stronger.

Seems like there really is a difference.

On Saturday evening, the sky was bright and bright, and Meng Wanji had dinner with Sheng Jinshu at the invitation.

Before leaving, she picks out clothes in front of the closet.

Most of the cabinets were full of cool-toned shirts and slacks. Only a few pieces of Shengjinshu were piled up in the corners, and she bought fashions by ghosts. The long fingers stayed on the V-neck streamer shirt that she had not worn since she bought it. After hesitating for a few seconds, she still chose a more ordinary style.

I don't want to be too obvious and give Sheng Jinshu a strong hint.

However, Sheng Jinshu's exquisite thoughts could not be concealed at all. At the appointed time, Sheng Jinshu found out almost as soon as he came out of the bedroom to meet her—she was very different today.

The expression is still cold, and the clothes are still ordinary clothes. But she unbuttoned two of the shirt's buttons, revealing the black high-neck bottoming inside, paired with white casual trousers and a long woolen coat between the elbows, the whole person exuded a kind of Shengjinshu except that night, fresh. The slackness you rarely see in her.

Like firs shaking off the snow.

Cold and fresh, abstinence and seductive.

Sheng Jinshu's eyes flowed, and he was astonished and undisguised.

Meng Wanji calmly said, "Let's go."

Sheng Jinshu followed with his lips bent, and while taking the car keys thrown in the storage tray, he pointed out: "Mr. Xiaomeng's coat today is really nice."

Meng Wanji heard it clearly, the corners of her lips were looming, and she quickly pressed them down.

"Yours looks good too." She reached for her bag, calmly.

Sheng Jinshu laughed softly, not caring about her inattentiveness.

The two walked downstairs without saying a word. The temperature in the winter evening is pleasant, the sunset glow dyes half of the sky red, the wind is gentle, the road is quiet, and it is very pleasant.

A snow-white cat was basking in the sun by the sidewalk tree leading to the west gate. Both Sheng Jinshu and Meng Wanji recognized it as the cat that was accustomed to the patio of the office building.

Sheng Jinshu was attracted: "Why did it come here?"

She stepped aside and seemed to want to go over and tease the cat.

Meng Wanji reminded her subconsciously, "Aren't you afraid of being scratched again?"

Sheng Jinshu glanced back at her and chewed the word "Zai" lightly.

Meng Wanji stiffened slightly.

Sheng Jinshu smiled and let her go, only half squatting and murmuring, both intentionally and unintentionally, "I feel like I won't scratch me today."

She spoke so intimately that Meng Wanji's ears were hot, and she always felt that she had something to say.

Sheng Jinshu approached the cat. The cat seemed to recognize her and was not afraid, still licking her fur. Sheng Jinshu stretched out her finger and tentatively touched her forehead twice, but the cat didn't respond. She got what she wanted and couldn't stop scratching happily.

Meng Wanji's expression relaxed.

Do you like cats so much? As soon as this thought flashed through, Sheng Jinshu turned to look at her and asked, "Don't you think it looks a lot like you?"

Meng Wanji: "..." She was expressionless: "Which aspect are you referring to?"

Sheng Jinshu teased her: "For example, now."

Meng Wanji: "?"

Sheng Jinshu said, "It's like when you frighten me with an expressionless face." As soon as he finished speaking, the cat seemed to be impatient with being touched. He shook his head and raised his paws. Sheng Jinshu was alert, conditioned reflexively to withdraw his hands, and the cat's paws were empty.

But she was squatting, her movements were too big, and she was wearing high heels. She stepped back abruptly, and the heel stepped on her windbreaker. She almost dropped her **** and squatted.

Meng Wanji hurriedly took a step behind her and pressed her legs against her back.

Sheng Jinshu's body stabilized, but he couldn't smile anymore.

The cat slapped her proudly and approached her.

Sheng Jinshu quickly stood up.

Meng Wanji couldn't help laughing when she saw her rare embarrassed appearance.

Sheng Jinshu looked sideways at her.

Meng Wanji turned her head, her laughter stopped, but the curvature of the corners of her lips did not completely stop.

The sun was setting on the horizon, and the rays of the sun were in full bloom. Sheng Jinshu looked at her smiling profile in the afterglow, and suddenly realized the meaning of her name.

In the evening, Xue Ji, everything is clear and bright.

She laughed, like ah.

Had to go back to the dormitory to change a new coat, and the two set off again to Akashi 1971 restaurant.

Akashi 1971 Restaurant is a pure G country restaurant. The decoration is also full of G country style, and there is a low-key romance in the rigorous retro.

Sheng Jinshu introduced her to the dishes on the menu, and Meng Wanji suddenly remembered her resume of studying in country G.

After ordering, she asked Sheng Jinshu calmly, "Do you come here often?"

Sheng Jinshu said: "Occasionally, I came here with friends once before, and their ingredients are very fresh and their practices are very authentic."

"So you miss G national dish?"

Sheng Jinshu shook his head: "No. Actually, I don't really like G national dishes."

Her taste is more Chinese. During her study abroad, the biggest motivation for her to return to China during the holidays was that her grandmother was the first-hand dish of her grandmother's aunt.

Meng Wanji wondered: "Then you chose this place?"

"I want you to try it." Sheng Jinshu said casually and naturally: "It's the taste that I have eaten for several years."

Meng Wanji was stabbed in the heart by her unexpectedly.

She stared at Sheng Jinshu, who looked back at her with his chin in his hands. Under the sentimental light, her smile was magnanimous and gentle, giving Meng Wanji an illusion that she had opened up her past to her and let her explore.

Meng Wanji's heart swayed.

Rarely, she took the initiative to open the topic: "Why did you choose G country to study in the first place? If you want to be an English teacher from the beginning, wouldn't it be more suitable to choose an English language country?"

Sheng Jinshu raised her red lips and said, "I didn't want to be an English teacher from the beginning."

Meng Wanji was puzzled.

Sheng Jinshu smiled lightly: "Only very few people can choose the right path from the beginning, right?"

Meng Wanji was speechless.

Sheng Jinshu added: "Actually, I also like the original major. It's just..."

Meng Wanji listened carefully: "Huh?"

The steak came right up. Sheng Jinshu picked up the knife and fork, and cut the steak while doing something serious: "I often stay up late and work overtime, which seriously affects my sleep and beauty."

Meng Wanji: "..."

Trust her.

I haven't seen how well she usually works and rests.

She couldn't help but laugh out of her eyes.

Sheng Jinshu smiled. After cutting the steak, she naturally pushed her plate in front of Meng Wanji, motioning her to switch with her.

Meng Wanji's lips moved, but she didn't say the polite words.

Sheng Jinshu smiled even more.

The atmosphere was great, and she was about to say something when the phone rang suddenly, the voice of a WeChat voice call request.

Sheng Jinshu frowned, reached out and took the phone to hang up, when he suddenly found out that the person who requested the call was Mei Ruchao.

Mei Ruchao didn't know her very well. Except for the meeting in the bar, they hadn't seen each other again, let alone chatted on WeChat. How could she directly use the call request to find her?

Sheng Jinshu hesitated, worried that something happened to Shen Tinghua.

She asked Meng Wanji for advice with her eyes.

Meng Wanji nodded peacefully.

Sheng Jinshu apologized: "I'll take it."

Meng Wanji listened quietly.

She couldn't understand what was said on the other end of the call, only to hear Sheng Jinshu answering "no", "I don't know", "what's the matter", and then her face became darker and her brows became tighter.

She was uneasy, and Sheng Jinshu suddenly didn't even look at her, and promised the other party: "You are waiting for me there, I will go right over."

Meng Wanji frowned, her heart hanging high in the air.

Sheng Jinshu's face was ugly. She hung up the voice call and looked at Meng Wanji, embarrassed and apologetic.

Meng Wanji took the initiative to say, "You can go first if you have something to do."

Sheng Jinshu hesitated for two seconds, then made a decision and said, "I'm sorry, something happened to my friend temporarily, that is the friend you met downstairs in the dormitory before..."

Meng Wanji's expression suddenly changed.

"I have to go and see her. You..." Sheng Jinshu also seemed to understand that he was too rude to say the rest.

Meng Wanji's brows slowly stretched out: "I'm fine, I'll take a taxi back after I finish eating." She answered lightly.

Sheng Jinshu was hesitant to take her there, but thinking of Mei Ruchao's crying voice during the call and the four-word "professional exposure" equivalent to thunder, she was not sure whether Shen Tinghua would be willing to let more people know.

After all, it's been more than ten days since the incident happened, and Shen Tinghua didn't even mention a word to her.

She had no choice but to explain lightly: "She lost contact for a whole day today. I have the key to her house. Her friend is afraid of her accident and begged me to come and take a look."

Meng Wanji's smile faded.

It turned out that after breaking up, they could still be friends, and even the keys could be kept.

The sanity that had once been defeated came back little by little.

She responded generously and thoughtfully: "Well, go ahead, I'll text you when I'm back in the dormitory."

Sheng Jinshu couldn't see the slightest emotion in her face.

In the end, she didn't have time to care too much, she said "I'm sorry" again, picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair, settled the bill, and left in a hurry.

Meng Wanji turned her back to her and silently ate the steak that Sheng Jinshu cut for her on the dinner plate.

The temperature in the restaurant seemed to be taken away by Sheng Jinshu.

The knife and fork glowed coldly in the light, and Meng Wanji looked at her self-motivated reflection in the light.

That night, Sheng Jinshu did not return to the dormitory.

Meng Wanji took a long cold shower when the moon was setting. She asked herself: Do you have to be someone else's substitute?