That game author keeps trying to drive me crazy

On the second day, it is routine to go to discrete mathematics.

While sitting in the classroom waiting for the professor to come, Tan Miao was still in a sense of decadence.

Last night, Luo Feng took the trumpet "Luo Feng is so handsome and wants to marry" to rank with him. The first few fights were really like a man-made machine. At first, Tan Miao thought that Luo Feng was joking when he asked her to hang up. I don't think so after playing two.

With Luo Feng's skill level, if he really hangs up, he won't worry about losing, he can completely beat nine!Moreover, Luo Feng also said that since he started playing from the lower ranks, he might as well just use a single hero all the time and just take the national server.

Whatever, take one, national uniform?

Tan Miao was in grief and indignation!

So later, Tan Miao used ranking to practice heroes, and she couldn't lose anyway...

Luo Feng does have the ability to hit [-]. Compared with him, Tan Miao looks very good. Although his hero training will not affect the outcome of the game at all, because Luo Feng basically grasps the rhythm in the early stage and catches people everywhere. The opponent's territory basically does not need Tan Miao.

But teammates don't think so.

Sometimes Tan Miao was targeted by the opponent to send a few heads, or to help Luofeng go to the opposite site to gain vision, but failed to come back, or because of Cai, after being killed a few times, he was abused by his teammates several times.

This is easy to solve, just block them, Luo Feng will sometimes tell him not to care or just say a few words for him in the game, a great master who carries the audience says "I blocked the kitten meowing, You are not allowed to scold him", the teammates stopped talking.

But the barrage in the live broadcast room is more troublesome.

The title of his subdivision is Glory of Kings. Naturally, many people came in following the label. It turned out that the anchor was so good, and no matter how well they were playing, they sprayed Tan Xiaomiao one after another.

What kind of "spicy chicken", "How dare you live broadcast?", "You can't fight as well as me, can you?"

There are also Luo Feng's black fans, who were blocked in Luo Feng's live broadcast room, but they found a place to have fun, and the stupid ones yelled at these two people, and the advanced ones would be in trouble, crazy chatting Xiaomiao is much better than Luo Feng, etc. The barrage used to recruit the two anchors together.

It's almost impossible to guard against.

Although the popularity has become higher, there are also more foul language.

Tan Miao doesn't think she is a glass heart, but reading these words too much will inevitably affect her mood.

So until now, he has been a little sullen.

Even Xia Lingyu next to him felt it, and asked him what happened today, of course Tan Miao couldn't tell the truth, and only said that he was worried about the exam.

This is true, it is almost January, and it will be exam week soon.

Xia Lingyu sneered: "You just take one exam, you're so worried."

Tan Miao glanced at her and shook her head deeply: "You don't understand."

He wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to do it, but he was worried that Professor Zhu would put on little shoes for him before he calmed down.

Xia Lingyu suddenly stared at him for a while: "Why do I think you look so familiar?"

Tan Miao looked at her inexplicably: "What are you doing, we have known each other for so long."

"No, what I mean is, why do I always feel that you look like the picture I saw on Weibo two days ago..."

Tan Miao thumped in her heart, and said with a laugh: "How is it possible, you read it wrong, right?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to flip through the book, wiping the sweat in his heart.

Could she be talking about the photos of her cosplay Baili keeping the contract?However, he had seen those photos, and they were still very different from her own appearance.

One is because of makeup, and the other is because of... retouching.

So Tan Miao only hoped that she wouldn't confront her. He didn't really want too many people to know about his live broadcast.

Tan Miaozheng was a little apprehensive, even looking forward to the arrival of Professor Zhu for the first time.

Fortunately, the time was up soon, the front door of the classroom was pushed open, and Tan Miao froze when she looked up.

Leaf ink?

Why is it him again?

Same as the last class, Ye Zimo was wearing a suit again, but the color and style were different from last time, not as upright as last time, but his handsomeness continued unabated, and he also had a touch of youthfulness.

"Hi everyone, it's me again today."

As soon as the words came out, the students below laughed. Xia Lingyu glanced at Tan Miao, wanting to tease him, but found that the latter was staring at Ye Zimo on the stage and ignored her.

She pouted and turned back.

Tan Miao looked at Ye Zimo, listening to him say that Professor Zhu is busy, and that he will temporarily substitute for the class today, her eyes brightened.

I don't know why, but the feeling of being depressed because of being scolded last night dissipated the moment I saw Ye Zimo.

Ye Zimo glanced around, paused for a moment when passing him, and then moved away quickly.

He lowered his head to flip through the textbook, raised his other hand to cover his lips and coughed lightly, revealing the white shirt cuffs on his wrists, clenched his fists weakly, and the slender fingers could be seen.

Tan Miao stared at Ye Zimo for a long time, until the other party looked at him from time to time, frowning slightly, and saw that he was about to say something, and then remembered to listen to the class carefully.

As he listened, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and looked around, and soon found the girl who asked him to help deliver the love letter.

The girl seemed to feel something, and looked up at him.

As soon as their eyes met, Tan Miao hurriedly turned back, feeling a little dizzy.

Ye Zimo on the stage had a panoramic view of this scene, and couldn't help frowning.

Are these two people still in touch?

Then, Tan Miao noticed that Ye Zimo's face seemed to turn cold.

What happened?

After class, Tan Miao asked Xia Lingyu to leave first, and she deliberately stayed in the classroom dawdling to pack her things, secretly glancing at Ye Zimo from time to time.

Coincidentally, the latter's movements were not fast either.

By the time the two of them finished packing their things, the people in the classroom had almost left.

Ye Zimo took one last look at Tan Miao, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, so he had no choice but to step out first.

Tan Miao immediately picked up the bag and quickly followed.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into someone head-on.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Ye Zimo?" Tan Miao raised her head while touching her sore nose.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Ye Zimo frowned.

Are you going to find that girl?

"Well... Tan Miao looked away a little guilty: "I'm looking for you..."

Ye Zimo's expression instantly softened like magic: "Looking for me?"

Tan Miao looked up at him slightly: "Well, I want to ask you something..."

"What?" Ye Zimo looked at him with dark eyes.

Tan Miao was heartbroken: "Does Professor Zhu still remember me? Will he fail my department this time?"

Ye Zimo looked at Tan Miao.

Tan Miao also looked at Ye Zimo.

A few seconds later, Ye Zimo let out a breath: "You just want to ask me this?"

After being in the classroom for so long, still chasing it out?

Tan Miao nodded very honestly, with a bitter face: "If I fail the subject again, I will have to pass the exam, or..." His eyes lit up: "Can you speak for me?"

Ye Zimo looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, Professor Zhu said, he won't specifically hang on to you."

Tan Miao was overjoyed: "Really?"

But then Ye Zimo changed the subject: "It's just..."

"what?"

"If others can pass the test with 60 points, you have to pass the test with 90 points."

Tan Miao's smile froze on her face, and she began to look around.

Ye Zimo hummed suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"Find a rope and hang yourself." Tan Miao looked hopeless.

Ye Zimo tried hard to control it so that the corners of his mouth did not turn up. He admired Tan Miao's expression for a while before he spoke slowly: "It's now, cough, there is another way."

"Huh?" Tan Miao was listless.

"I'll give you extra lessons, how about that?"

When Ye Zimo said this, his tone was flat, but only he knew that the heart in his chest was a little uneasy.

Tan Miao was also stunned, looked up at him suddenly, and said without thinking: "Is it possible? Will it trouble you too much?"

Ye Zimo only felt his heart drop back, he looked at Tan Miao and smiled slightly.

"Of course, no."

The exam week was not far away, and Ye Zimo acted resolutely, and quickly made a plan. Every time, he would tell Tan Miao where to go to make up lessons through WeChat in advance.

There is a teaching building on the campus of T University, which is used for the students of the whole school to attend classes. It occupies a large area, has many classrooms, and there are few study rooms. Most of the time, the classrooms are empty.

Anyway, it doesn't take many books to make up a class, so Ye Zimo chooses classrooms temporarily every day.

So their WeChat conversation is like this.

Ye Zimo: "B203, 08:30 am."

Tan Miao: "Got it!"

Ye Zimo: "C614, two o'clock in the afternoon."

Tan Miao: "Okay, I'll go when the time comes."

Ye Zimo: "A307 is already occupied, go to A309 tomorrow, come at eight o'clock."

Tan Miao: "Okay, I will be there on time tomorrow."

Once, Tan Miao put down her mobile phone and went to the toilet just after returning a reply. Ji Boyan, who was passing by, fell into deep thought while watching this WeChat conversation.

If you don't know that the teaching building in your school is divided into three buildings, ABC, this kind of dialogue is easy to be misunderstood. Hey!

On the morning of the 31st, Tan Miao went to the classroom agreed the day before as usual.

He opened the book, took out a pen and paper while writing and drawing, while waiting for the arrival of Ye Zimo.

But Ye Zimo didn't come until the appointed time.

Tan Miao only thought that he was late for something, but didn't rush him, and couldn't help but yawned.

The live broadcast last night was a bit late, and there was no one around, and there was an extremely hypnotic book in front of him, and the drowsiness soon surfaced.

Tan Miao rested her chin on her wrist, looked at it, and unconsciously tilted her head...

When Ye Zimo arrived, what he saw was Tan Miao, who was resting on his arm, her fair face was puffed up, her lips were still slightly parted, and the pen in the other hand had fallen off. She seemed to be sleeping soundly look like.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zimo's gloomy eyes suddenly softened.

Ye Zimo turned around and closed the door, walked over lightly, and stood behind him, only to find that there was still a neatly folded piece of clothing on his lap, which seemed to be the coat he lent him.

Ye Zimo looked at Tan Miao's face with complicated eyes, stared at his sleeping face for a long time, then bent slightly, approached, and approached again.

Immediately, on his face, lightly, lightly, imprinted a kiss as soft as a feather.