Quick time travel: The black-bellied boss is having sex with cannon fodder again

Cheng Jingyao had another day of anatomy class, and even though he was very tired, he still couldn't sleep.

The ghost knows why he, a medical student, still can't get used to it after so long.

Of course, this incompatibility was well hidden, at least in the eyes of his classmates and tutors, he did it perfectly.

Opening the notebook he bought a month ago, he had the habit of writing a diary since he was a child, and when he came across this notebook in a bookstore, Cheng Jingyao bought it.

It's not that it's too prominent, it's just that it's pleasing to the eye and I like it.

He flipped through a page casually, but found some formulas that he didn't quite understand.

The handwriting is a little messy, and even though it is all numbers and symbols, it can still be seen that the person who wrote it is sharp and sharp.

Definitely not his handwriting.

Cheng Jingyao frowned. When he bought it, it was written on the side of the bookshelf that no unpacking was allowed. He had probably flipped through the entire book before, and there was no writing on it.

So who wrote this?

Seeing that the roommates were still awake, Cheng Jingyao asked them, "Did you write this?"

No one would be so boring, yet unbelievable.

"No, this is... what formula is this?"

Sun Junhao leaned over and realized something was wrong as soon as he said a sentence, and looked at those formulas in a daze.

"There is also a formula that you, Sun Daxueba, don't understand?" The other two also came up to take a look, and then looked confused.

"This...haha, maybe it's from their computer department?"

"No, several symbols here are clearly physical symbols. Damn it, I can't understand the full score in physics in the college entrance examination." Sun Junhao took out a pen and paper and planned to copy it down and study it carefully.

Seeing them like this, Cheng Jingyao took the notebook back.

That's weird.

"Hey, Yaoyao didn't finish watching." Sun Junhao disapproved.

"Get out, don't call me Yaoyao after you said it." Cheng Jingyao's face darkened. Ever since these roommates heard his mother call him Yaoyao, they have followed suit. It's really a crime.

"Okay, Yaoyao." Seeing that he really refused, Sun Junhao had no choice but to give up.

Cheng Jingyao was lying on the bed and had already started brainstorming. After thinking about various possibilities for a while, he finally decided to sleep.

The next day, Cheng Jingyao woke up, her waist was sore when she got up, and she touched her hands everywhere, and found her notebook on the bed.

"So it was you who hit me." Cheng Jingyao flicked his notebook.

Thinking of what he saw last night, he opened his notebook and flipped through it for a while before finding that page.

It was not a dream.

Cheng Jingyao turned a page backwards, her sleepy peach blossom eyes widened slightly, fully awake.

He was pretty sure there was no formula on this page last night!

It's still the same handwriting, and it's still an incomprehensible complex formula and calculation process. In the dormitory, who can get his notebook quietly?

A creepy thought came to his mind, Cheng Jingyao shuddered, and quickly shook his head to put that thought behind him.

With extremely complicated emotions, Cheng Jingyao got out of bed and found a pen on the table. After hesitating for a long time, he still wrote a few words——

who are you?

After finishing writing, Cheng Jingyao closed the notebook, patted his chest, and let out a breath.

Bewildered, bewildered.

After dinner that day, Shen Ji walked into the study, turned on the computer and began to look at the data.

He took the notebook on the side and started to calculate, his eyes touched the paper, his eyes were slightly focused.

"who are you?"

These words were impressively written on the back of the draft he wrote last night.

Shen Ji turned to the front, and the previous diary still stayed at "I love anatomy class", but there was an extra sentence here.

The handwriting and the diary are from the same hand.

Shen Ji wrote after that sentence: Who are you?

The two completely different handwritings are lined up together, which looks a little weird.

Cheng Jingyao is seriously writing a thesis and plans to publish it.

"Is this a human being? How did he do it without any pause?"

Sun Junhao turned his head and saw Cheng Jingyao sitting upright, typing on the keyboard seriously, without any references beside him.

"If you improve your IQ, you can do it too." Cheng Jingyao was able to talk to him even though he was distracted.

"No, Yaoyao, why are you doing this?" Sun Junhao's face was full of pain.

"roll."

When the pointer turned to eleven o'clock, Cheng Jingyao saved the thesis, turned off the computer, and stretched.

Habitually picked up his notebook, opened it to write a diary, suddenly he paused, and turned to the two pages used for drafting.

When he saw the same three words repeated under his own, he widened his eyes.

The handwriting and drafting are clearly the same person!

When was it written!

He frowned tightly, the words "Who are you" reflected in his brown pupils, and his breathing was a little short.

After a long time, he turned to another page, and sure enough, there were some incomprehensible calculation formulas.

He slowly wrote down: This is my notebook, why did your draft appear?

Shen Ji turned off the computer and was about to get up when he caught sight of an extra sentence on the open notebook.

The corners of his lips curled up, that's why.

Cheng Jingyao stared at the notebook motionlessly.

Until his eyes turned sour, just when he thought there would be no more words, words suddenly appeared on the page one after another.

Cheng Jingyao stared at it intently, and when a word appeared, he followed it silently in his heart, and finally connected it into one sentence: It's getting late, I'll talk about it tomorrow, go to bed.

Cheng Jingyao was speechless for a moment.

These words are very strange, especially the last three words, are they familiar?

Cheng Jingyao looked around him, but there was no one there.

Now, instead of hesitating for a while, he was afraid that the other party would really go to sleep, so he quickly wrote down: Are you a human or a ghost?

Shen Ji watched Junyi's characters emerge one by one, raised his eyebrows slightly, even though he was prepared, but he really didn't recognize himself, he still felt a little lost.

I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time.

Knowing that if you don't answer him, he probably won't be able to fall asleep.

Shen Ji: Ghost.

Then don't sleep.

Cheng Jingyao blinked, and an inexplicable chill rose from his back. Of course he didn't believe it, but if not, how could it be explained?

Cheng Jingyao: Who are you and why are you scribbling on my notebook?

Seeing the questioning tone, Shen Ji wanted to tease him, and picked up a pen: You said this is your notebook, and this notebook is clearly in my hands.

Cheng Jingyao took a closer look, confirmed that he was right, and sneered.

But he had a flash of inspiration: my family burned it for me, how could it be in your hands!

burn?

A smile appeared in Shen Ji's eyes, and he even started playing with him.

Shen Ji: Give me your information, and I will check the logistics of the underworld for you.

Cheng Jingyao laughed angrily: What kind of position do you have? Can you help me find out.

Shen Ji: It’s okay, just judge.

Cheng Jingyao felt that his patience had been exhausted.

Shen Ji looked there for a long time without replying, closed his notebook, and fell asleep.

Cheng Jingyao did the same thing and lay down on the bed.

It's a pity that one slept well and the other couldn't.