Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The whimpering sound of the cold wind outside the window swept across the branches of the black trees. The cold wind that came in ruffled the hair tips of the person speaking at the podium. The soft hair floated gently, revealing a pair of ink-like eyes.

Sitting in the audience was a well-known big shot in the hospital. He held an article in his hand and listened silently to what the person above was saying.

"Senior Brother Yichuan." Leng Jian gently pushed Zhao Yichuan, who was sleeping beside him, with his arm.

Zhao Yichuan raised his head in a fuzzy state, his eyes fixed on the front without any focus, and he subconsciously said: "Ah, is it time to eat?"

"No, Senior Brother Su was just looking at you."

Hearing this, Zhao Yichuan shuddered, instantly came to his senses, and sat up straight, looking at the boy on the stage.

The boy on the stage was wearing a loose sweatshirt. He took off the scarf he wore in the morning and put it aside. Behind him was the PPT that was still on. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the experimental data in his hand. His thick eyelashes seemed to be wet, casting a small shadow on his eyelids. His lips looked a little dry because of the dry winter and talking for several hours.

"Do you have any questions, teachers?" the boy asked.

The teachers looked at each other, unable to think of any questions, and finally just asked a few common questions. The man at the top frowned slightly, obviously not very satisfied.

Zhao Yichuan and Leng Jian shrank their necks, with the only thought in their minds being that it was all over.

As in the past, what followed was Brother Su engaging in a debate with the group of scholars, pointing his finger at the group of big guys below and cursing them.

"No problem?" Chang Qing paused slightly while holding Wen Zhang's hand, and looked around. Whoever her eyes fell on lowered their heads slightly, not daring to look her in the face.

The group of old men who were in their forties were also ashamed. Some of them became professors and had only published 10 articles, yet a monster like Su He emerged.

At this time, the dean coughed twice and said, "Ahem, that student Su..."

It wasn't that the dean wanted to stand up, but Chang Qing's eyes were on him. He looked at him earnestly, waiting for him to point out his shortcomings.

The dean wanted to escape, but he couldn't, so he had to bite the bullet and speak out. After discussing with the people around him, he finally came up with a few questions that had academic research value.

Xu Zhou tiptoed in with the takeaway food and placed it in front of Zhao Yichuan and the others, whispering, "This is the duck neck and chicken wings I just ordered. I don't think this will be gone for a while, so let's eat something to fill our stomachs first."

"it is good."

A few people were sitting in the back talking in low voices when suddenly a cold gaze fell on them. It was as cold as a ten-mile snowfall, almost freezing the blood in their bodies.

Zhao Yichuan was still holding the chicken wing in his hand, and his whole body was frozen in place. In the end, he felt that he would die after the meeting, so it would be better to die a full death.

how to say?

This project was done by Changqing and them. It was at least published in a top journal, and they were all co-authors. Changqing lectured on it for several hours while they hid in the back eating and drinking. It was indeed not very ethical.

Chang Qing just glanced at them lightly, thinking that the duck neck must be delicious, so he had to ask these guys to save some for him, and then he concentrated on correcting the minor flaws in the article.

When everyone dispersed, it was already evening. I opened the door and walked out. The biting cold wind made me shiver and my breathing became slightly deeper. The chill seemed to penetrate into my flesh and blood, and the excitement of being relieved just now instantly cooled down a bit.

The snow on the trees was bright and cold, illuminating the surroundings.

Chang Qing, wearing a cotton coat, walked towards the underground garage with Xuzhou and others. The wind blowing through the underground garage made the men hiss softly.

"Damn, it's too cold this year." Zhao Yichuan couldn't help but swear and squeezed towards Chang Qing, trying to absorb some warmth from the other.

Looking at Chang Qing, whose face was blown pale but whose expression was still calm and composed, Zhao Yichuan was a little dazed. This guy was really amazing. The wind was so cold just now, but he didn't react at all.

"Su He, aren't you cold?"

"cold."

"and you."

Zhao Yichuan swallowed the words and looked at He Lin who was shivering beside him and said with a smile: "My dear, I told you to wear more clothes but you didn't listen. You only cared about your demeanor and not the temperature. You will suffer for it."

"Besides, I'll take off your clothes and wear them."

He Lin threatened Zhao Yichuan while shivering. The night was always much colder than the day. Another gust of cold wind almost killed He Lin on the spot. He froze in place for a few seconds before he slowly said, "Shh... stop talking. I'm freezing."

"I have clothes in my car."

Chang Qing opened the car door and handed the clothes inside the car to He Lin to put on. He glanced at his slowly flushed face and said, "After dinner, go to the drugstore and buy some cold medicine. Even a strong body can't stand this weather."

He Lin nodded. After tonight, he wished he could wrap himself in a quilt whenever he went out, let alone wear such thin clothes.

"My dear, where shall we eat?"

He Lin yawned while sitting in the back seat of the car, then leaned his head on Zhao Yichuan's shoulder, looking drowsy.

I don't know what's going on between He Lin and Zhao Yichuan. Chang Qing and Xu Zhou stayed in the laboratory for a week. When they returned to the dormitory, He Lin and Zhao Yichuan had a very good relationship, as if they were wearing the same pair of pants. They even started calling each other in-laws.

The car was very quiet. Leng Jian sat in the passenger seat, while He Lin and the other two sat in the back. The lights on the roadside passed by quickly and vaguely in the dim car. Leng Jian connected the car's audio system via Bluetooth and played a soft piece of music.

This kind of environment always evokes some secret thoughts in people's hearts. The past that they can't forget and are reluctant to let go of is ultimately like bubbles.

He Lin sighed softly, his expression becoming a little more sad.

Everyone present knew that he must have thought of his ex-girlfriend again. In the first semester of his junior year, He Lin finally broke up with his long-distance girlfriend.

He was particularly calm on the day of the breakup. Just like usual, he got up early, washed, brushed his teeth, ran, went to class, went to the laboratory in the afternoon, and argued with Chang Qing and others.

Only on that day, he, who was always steady, broke several bottles and added the wrong dosage several times.

He invited everyone to have a good meal at Xianhe Tower, but he only ate a few bites and kept talking about topics related to the project. Even when others changed the subject, he still stubbornly talked about study and work.