Professor, you got it wrong

"You copied it wrong here, um, the original notes are also wrong."

Gong Chuyang poked his head, looked at Tang Naiyi's notebook with his fingers, and pointed out the mistake, "Look, the expression of this gene should be dominant, and many people will misspell the English of this genetic material... ...."

Shang Luyan rested his chin and listened, following his words from time to time to correct mistakes.

After copying down the notes, his whole wrist was sore, and it felt harder than going to the gym to lift weights.

Seeing Shang Luyan frowning and flicking his wrist, Gong Chuyang quickly stretched out his hand to help him knead, and at the same time lowered his voice and whispered: "I heard about the punishment for copying, Senior Brother Shang, if you don't have time to finish, I can copy it for you." .”

Shang Luyan grabbed the pen and frowned even tighter, "Who did you listen to?"

"Are you asking around about me again?"

Fearing that Shang Luyan would think he was a pervert, Gong Chuyang hurriedly explained, "It's not Senior Brother Shang, I didn't ask around... I saw it on the school's secret website."

Secret Web?

Shang Luyan had an intuition that it was not a good thing, so he took out his mobile phone with his free left hand, clicked on the secret website and looked, damn it, the fact that he was punished by Jian Bailian for copying fifty times has already been known by the whole school.

Not only that, the posts mocking him were built bigger than S, and all the teaching buildings added up were taller.

"One or two of these people are full and have nothing to do, right?"

Shang Luyan was so angry that he dropped his phone directly, and the screen knocked a lot on the table, causing the students in the front and back rows to look back at him.

"This student," the old professor of biochemistry knocked on the table, "go out if you don't attend the class, and don't affect other people's class."

Shang Luyan was smoldering in his heart, and when he heard this, he got up with a sullen face and went out.

Seeing this, Gong Chuyang quickly helped him clean up the notes and papers spread out on the table, said "I'm sorry" to the old professor, and ran out after him.

Shang Luyan didn't go too far, and was intercepted by Gong Chuyang who was chasing up as soon as he arrived downstairs.

"Senior Brother Shang, don't be angry, those people just have nothing to do." Gong Chuyang coaxed him in a low voice.

Shang Luyan tugged at the collar of the sweater irritably, "It's none of your business."

He reached out to grab the notebook and paper in Gong Chuyang's hand, because the movement was too big, the open neckline slid down, revealing half of the straight and beautiful collarbone.

The red hoodie sets off the glistening white skin like pearls on red velvet silk, which looks more delicate than many beautiful omegas.

Gong Chuyang watched, couldn't help but swallowed lightly, and unconsciously tightened the paper in his hand.

Shang Luyan pulled it twice but couldn't pull it out. When he lowered his head, he saw Gong Chuyang staring at his neck like a dog staring at a bone.

It seemed that he still wanted to jump up and take a bite.

Shang Luyan's thoughts turned, he patted the opponent's head with his notebook, and called him, "Gong Chuyang."

Gong Chuyang raised his head when he heard the sound, and met Shang Shang Luyan's gray-blue eyes with playful emotions, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "What...what's the matter, Senior Brother Shang?"

"Senior Brother Shang is fine, but you, can you restrain yourself? Those who don't know think you want to fuck me."

Gong Chuyang's neck instantly turned red, and he stammered to explain, "No, it's not like that...it's not like that."

Shang Luyan was too lazy to listen to his explanation, curled his index finger around a bunch of small curly hairs on the top of his head, and asked in a low voice: "I want to ask you something, does Jian Bailian have any dead spots?"

"Death spot?" Gong Chuyang fluttered his eyelashes in doubt.

"It's the kind of thing that others can't touch, and he will go crazy if he touches it."

Gong Chuyang pursed his lips hesitantly and shook his head.

Shang Luyan patted his head patiently, "Hey, tell me, I'll buy you a drink another day."

"Really?" Gong Chuyang was a little shaken, and asked softly while holding his arm: "Then can I go to your house to drink?"

Shang Luyan didn't care, "It's up to you."

Gong Chuyang was immediately happy, and smiled with his eyes bent, "Then we've agreed."

"Ah."

"Actually, I don't know if that is the Achilles' heel of the teacher," Gong Chuyang recalled hesitantly, "There is a painting in the teacher's wallet, it's this big."

"Once I accidentally knocked over the water glass, the teacher would rather be scalded than protect the painting well."

Shang Luyan thoughtfully, raised his hand and patted his head, "I see."

Seeing that Shang Luyan seemed to be leaving, Gong Chuyang hurriedly grabbed him, "Senior Brother Shang, can you add me as a friend? Otherwise, I won't be able to find you."

Shang Luyan took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code, and promised again and again that he would never delete it secretly, so Gong Chuyang was willing to let him go.

There is no difference between running away for one session and two sessions. Shang Luyan went to the school's multimedia classroom to watch the video all afternoon, and when it was almost dark, he walked towards the teaching building holding his neck.

At noon, he asked Jin Chengan to inquire about it, and he knew that Jian Bailian had an assignment to correct today, and would not leave until eight o'clock.

From a long distance, Shang Luyan saw the light leaking from the crack of the door of the dean's office. It was thin and weak, and it looked very strange in the vast night.

Leaning against the guardrail and smoking a small cigarette, Shang Luyan was wondering how to lure Jian Bailian out when he heard footsteps coming from the crack of the door.

The doorknob was pushed down, and Jian Bailian came out with a cup in his hand, as if he was going to fetch hot water.

Shang Luyan hid aside to watch for the right moment, and when someone turned a corner, he immediately pushed the door lightly and walked in.

The homework on the table was arranged in an orderly manner, Shang Luyan went straight to the khaki coat that was draped over the back of the chair, fumbled in the pocket twice, and found Jian Bailian's wallet.

Handcrafted black Italian leather limited edition.

Really rich.

Shang Luyan turned his back to the door, and after opening it, he saw the painting Gong Chuyang was talking about.

An extremely ordinary sketch, only the size of a palm, with uneven edges, as if torn from somewhere.

It is not so much a painting as it is a graffiti of a child who is bored with homework.

Although the brushstrokes are a little immature, it is not difficult to see that it is a young man with a good-looking profile, maybe a teenager.

Shang Luyan stared at it for a few seconds, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the portrait in the painting was more and more white.

A strange sense of familiarity gradually crept into his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the drawing paper had been creased deeply by him, and even a corner was torn.

At the same time, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him——

"what are you doing?"

Shang Luyan was like a frightened cat, the hairs all over his body exploded in fright, "Damn! You don't know that frightening people can..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his neck.

Jian Bailian pinched his neck hard and stretched him to the wall behind him. His usually calm and serious eyes revealed a terrifying murderous intent, like a cold blade with a bloody throat, soaked in sharp and sharp cold light.

"Who allowed you to move this painting?"

Shang Luyan was so pinched that he had difficulty breathing, his face flushed, he raised his knee directly to hit Jian Bailian's abdomen, and then used his elbow to push against the numbness on his arm neatly.

Jian Bailian didn't notice for a moment, and was pushed away by him.

Shang Luyan held his neck and took a deep breath, so angry that he swears, "You...you are... sick..."

"I just opened it out of curiosity...Are you going to kill someone to silence it?"

"It's not some shady pornographic photo..."

Jian Bailian frowned deeply, gently smoothed the wrinkles on the painting and put it back in the wallet, then frowned and looked at the cursing Shang Luyan, "Why are you here?"

Shang Luyan was left speechless by the question, and it took him a long time to bluff and say: "...Isn't it okay for me to pass by?"

"Come over and look through my wallet?"

...so fucking poisonous.

Shang Luyan gritted his teeth and asked back: "Then what do you want?"

His chest heaved violently, his expression was defensive and angry, and the small mole on his jaw trembled slightly with his breathing, revealing a little bit of his master's guilty conscience at this moment.

Jian Bailian watched in a daze, and the cold emotion in his eyes melted a little.

After staring at each other with Shang Luyan for a long time, he turned around and put the wallet back in his pocket, and gave the order to chase away the guests very coldly, "Don't make an example, hurry up and get out."

Shang Luyan felt humiliated, and kicked over the coffee table beside him before leaving.

The glass hit the floor with a loud noise, which immediately alarmed the old man who was patrolling the building late at night.

The uncle ran up panting with a flashlight, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the mess in the office, while Jian Bailian stood tall and tall beside him, holding up a chair with a very calm expression.

"Professor Jane?" The uncle looked surprised, "What happened? Did the office get burglarized?"

Jian Bailian put the chair aside, and replied calmly: "No, a dog just ran in and kicked the coffee table over."

"Ah?" The uncle was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, "...Is this dog a spirit?! Such strength!!"

-

Early the next morning, Shang Luyan walked into the classroom with the cold outside.

Jin Chengan was chatting gossip with Tang Nai, and immediately shared when he saw him coming, "Brother Yan, brother Yan, have you read the strange campus talk?"

Shang Luyan yawned, the tip of his nose was slightly red, "What strange talk? A ghost story?"

"Of course not, Brother Yan," Tang Nai put one or two forearms on the desk, and approached him familiarly, "Brother Yan, you look so sweet when you yawn, it makes me want to take a bite. "

Shang Luyan rolled his eyes, and poked Tang Naiyi's head open with his yang finger, "The mouth is for talking, not for playing hooligans. If you don't know how to use it, I'll tear it up for you."

"No, no," Tang Nai was so frightened that he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Brother Yan, I don't dare to play hooligans with you again, don't tear me apart."

Jin Chengan laughed when he saw it, "Brother Yan, don't scare the little girl."

He answered, "Campus Strange Talk is a post on our school's secret website dedicated to supernatural events. The host posted a new post this morning."

"It is said that a wild dog ran into the living king's office last night and kicked over the coffee table of the living king. The uncle who patrolled the building personally confirmed that it was a dog that had become a spirit, and it was as big as a person. You said it was outrageous Not outrageous..."

Jin Cheng'an laughed and pounded on the table, Shang Luyan watched his stupidity with cold eyes, "...I kicked over his coffee table."

"What?! Puff hahahaha... Brother Yan, when did you become a wild dog..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

Jin Cheng'an was laughing like crazy, with one arm on Shang Luyan's shoulder.

After tugging twice, he found that the other party was looking at him coldly, and suddenly he let out a strong desire to survive, "Damn it, Jian Bailian is such a fucking bitch!"

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