Xu Jun's life

Today is my fourth day at the institute.

In addition to soy sauce, or soy sauce.

At noon, Xiaobai asked me what book I was more interested in recently, and I said, "Recipes."

To be honest, recently Lin Sen has been persistently coming to my house for dinner.He is very silent, and he won't say anything when he eats dishes he doesn't like. I can only figure out his preferences based on the dishes left over from each meal.Fortunately, although he is not from the south, he still likes spicy food.

The biggest problem is that he doesn't seem to have the concept of equivalent exchange in his mind.He has only eaten less than five meals at my house, and he has already given me his rice cooker, induction cooker, and even a spatula.If I hadn't resolutely refused, he might even have given me the electric kettle.

The weirdness of him is that any politeness and hypocrisy will be smashed to pieces in front of his logic.And his logic is: I don't need it anyway, so I might as well give it to you.

In him, the dean of this teaching felt a sense of frustration that he had never felt before.

I deeply feel that besides physics, he is also very suitable for communist philosophy—if there are people like him in the world, then the communist ideal of "from each according to his ability, from each according to his needs" society has long been realized.

But I don't hate Lin Sen.

I even kind of like him.

There are too few such people, like giant pandas, you will look at them curiously, but you may not like them.You can live in peace with him, but you don't want to take him back to raise.

But I, maybe as Li Zhurong said, I am a heartless freak.I'm smooth and sophisticated, but I don't like to get along with normal people.

I'd rather raise a panda.

After lunch, I took "Panda" back to the Institute.

Lin Sen has a habit of reading while walking.Fortunately, there are not a few people who have this habit in the R University Research Institute.The research institute probably also knows, so there is no traffic around here.In order not to kill a few geniuses a year.

He has a deep knowledge of walking and reading. It doesn't mean that he doesn't bump into things when he walks, but that he is used to hitting trees when he walks, and bumping into things doesn't disturb his thoughts of reading. , He didn't even lift his head, and continued walking.

I met Li Zhurong's black Lexus in front of a red brick building in front of the institute.

In fact, this kind of car is no longer called Lexus - it has changed its name and shape, but the people sitting in it have not changed, and they are still domineering and domineering, regardless of whether others live or die.

He parked the car directly in front of me.

He is the kind of person who cares about saving face the most. Since he found me last time, he often lost face when talking to me, so when he came to see me, he always drove by himself.Without someone like the driver's bodyguard watching, losing face is not so important.

"Get in the car." He was wearing sunglasses and a dark blue suit. His face was so pale that he had no warmth, his nose was straight, and his lips were thin.

Just as I was about to answer, I heard a loud "bang". It turned out that Lin Sen, who was following me, bumped into his car head-on.

Lin Sen was hit so hard that his eyes were crooked, so he had to fumble to straighten them.

I can't see through Li Zhurong's sunglasses, but I can imagine how his eyes narrowed under the sunglasses, and how he looked at the dazed Lin Sen with a look of contempt .

"Your colleague?" He asked me mockingly.

"my friend."

He raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a cold smile.

"This is... Lin Sen?" The corner of his mouth widened, "That genius who can't even eat?"

"He can eat." I told him calmly, "I can prove it."

His smile disappeared.

"Genius, come here." He leaned out of the car, stood by the car door, and waved to Lin Sen.

Lin Sen walked over without warning.

I was vaguely aware of the abnormality. Just as I was about to speak, Li Zhurong had already strangled Lin Sen by the neck and pressed him against the car door.

His family is from a military background. He has received a lot of abnormal training since he was a child. I have never seen him lose a fight with anyone.When he was 14 years old, he fought with delinquent boys, and with one punch, others' ribs were broken.

"Li Zhurong, what are you doing!" I grabbed his arm and shook it out: "Are you going to kill someone? You're crazy!"

Lin Sen's throat was choked by him, his whole face was flushed, he struggled to break Li Zhurong's hand, but he choked him so much that even his eyes turned red.

"Have you ever eaten the food he cooked?" He didn't even look at me, he just asked Lin Sen who had already rolled his eyes: "You idiot have also eaten the food he cooked."

"Are you sick!" I pushed his arm, and finally kicked his leg: "What's wrong with him eating my cooking? I worked in a restaurant back then, and there are many people who have eaten my cooking." Go, you are all going to strangle to death! You lunatic!"

Maybe it hurt from being kicked, Li Zhurong let go of his hand.Lin Sen fell to the ground, a few bright red finger marks were pinched on his throat, and he sat on the ground and coughed repeatedly.

Li Zhurong withdrew his hand and stood there.He seemed to have changed back to that cold-blooded Li Zhurong in an instant, and he even sat back in the car.

"Get in the car." He ordered.

I opened the back seat door.

"Sit here." He pointed to the passenger seat with his eyes.

I went around and got ready to sit in the passenger seat.

Over the years, I have long understood that the truly terrifying lunatics are not the ones who yell anytime and anywhere.It's the kind that doesn't know when it will happen, and no one can stop it from happening.

"Don't go with him." Lin Sen sat on the ground, coughed twice, and continued, "He's a lunatic..."

I didn't answer him.Instead, he sat in Li Zhurong's passenger seat.

"Go away." Li Zhurong said coldly to Lin Sen who was leaning on his car, "If you don't go away, I will turn you into China's Stephen Hawking."

Although Lin Sen was a nerd, he was not a fool. He got up from the ground, picked up his book, and stood aside.

I sat next to Li Zhurong and looked at Lin Sen in the rearview mirror.

He said that Li Zhurong was crazy, but I knew it.

Because, Li Zhurong was not the only one who became a lunatic.

The black Lexus drove out of the school gate and drove on the commercial street outside R University.

"You just kicked me." He said suddenly.

There was nothing I could do about his intermittent seizures, so I just pretended I didn't hear them.

"You just kicked me." He repeated, his tone calm, as if stating an insignificant fact.

But what's with this "I'm wronged" posture?

"You just went crazy. You almost strangled someone, why didn't you tell me?" I'm too lazy to reason with someone like him.

"You kicked me hard." As if he didn't hear what I said, he changed to a serious adjective and continued to complain: "My leg must be bruised."

I couldn't take it anymore and turned to look at him.He still wears sunglasses, and under the light blue lenses are his eyebrows and eyes with traces of mixed blood.From my point of view, he is a handsome and cold elite, there is nothing abnormal about him.

"You don't believe me." The elite complained aggressively, and raised his right leg by the way: "I can show you..."

"I suggest you concentrate on driving." I turned my head out of the window: "I don't want to be China's Stephen Hawking."

He laughed.

I saw his profile through the window glass. When he smiled, he used to tilt the corner of his mouth, which meant he was in a good mood.

I know I'm spineless.

But I still faced the glass and laughed.

Suddenly I remembered a poem I read:

There is such a person, when he laughs, all the flowers in your world bloom.

I think I probably still like him.

He took me to eat Chinese food, exquisite and beautiful cold dishes, on a pastel plate, there is a little dish that is about as much as a cat’s food, I like spicy food, there is a fish dish, it is said that only a little spicy oil is put in, but it is so spicy I burst into tears.He laughed beside him, saying that this little chili oil can make three Hunan dishes.

He doesn't eat spicy food. He grew up eating Western food. He was 14 meters nine when he was 1.6 years old. I never understood how he grew to 1.8 meters nine when he only ate a little steak every day.

I was very honest at that time, and I was always worried that he would not have enough to eat.Always take him with you when you bring meals.I probably inherited my mother's talent, and my cooking skills are very good.He liked to eat my stewed chicken at that time, because he was used to Western food, and his concept of "just right" saltiness was weaker than normal people.

So, at that time, every time I stewed chicken, I forced myself to stop when I felt "a little weaker, I should add more salt".So that later, when I dropped out of school and returned home, it took my mother a long time to correct my problem.

Although he is a young master who grew up under strict family education, he doesn't eat well. At that time, I gave him extra lessons, and I brought my own lunch at noon, and I brought his portion by the way.We eat lunch together, and he always likes to grab food from my bowl.If you feel that the taste is not right, you will frown and look unhappy.

Thinking about it now, it was really stupid back then.

What exactly is liking, can make you eat a meal with less salt for three years for one person, but still feel happy.

At that time, Xu Xu thought that he was invincible.

In the end, he knocked me to the ground with just one sentence, and I was smashed to pieces.

After dinner, he took me back to school.

He kept silent about what happened three days ago. If he didn't mention it, I would naturally treat it as if nothing happened.

He took me downstairs to the institute. I don't know how he drove the car in, nor how he drove it out.

He seemed to be in a good mood, rolled down the window and talked to me: "I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow."

I stood on the steps and looked at him calmly.

I said: "No need, I will cook by myself at noon tomorrow, and someone will accompany me to eat."

At that moment, his expression was really beautiful.