Professor, you got it wrong

In early March, the weather gradually warmed up.

There is still a week before the start of school, and Jian Bailian starts to get busy.

Shang Luyan didn't have to go out these two days. Apart from eating and sleeping, he just sorted out the previous design works, and then went to the school's official website to download the application form for department transfer and fill in the information.

Wuyang has a good appetite recently, but unfortunately he eats a lot, moves less, and has gained a lot of weight.

Since it was allowed to go upstairs by Jian Bailian once, it has been sneaking upstairs every day.

This day, Shang Luyan was tired of drawing design drawings. Seeing it leisurely lying on the bay window basking in the sun, he hugged it to the treadmill and urged it to do exercises while playing with its mobile phone.

Recently, the official forum of S University has not had any interesting posts, and the one with a relatively high number of hits was a new post posted last night.

A freshman from the Department of Foreign Languages ​​secretly took a profile photo of Jian Bailian, expressing his astonishment, and knelt down to ask all the brothers and sisters to help him find someone.

As a result, in less than half an hour, the person who was fished personally came out and responded: Married, don't fish.

As soon as the response came out, there was a lot of mourning. Many omega and beta expressed their heartbreak. The professor has married and his wife is not me.

Shang Luyan flipped through the comment section, picked out a few well-wisher replies, and liked them. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wuyang wanting to lie down and pretend to be dead, so he raised his leg and kicked its ass.

"Keep running, you've been too fat lately."

"Woo-oooo..."

Wu Yang shouted with drooping ears, seeing that Shang Luyan was unmoved, he had no choice but to continue to move his legs aggrieved.

At night when Jian Bailian came home, as soon as she opened the door, she saw the big white dog who always liked to cling to Shang Luyan the most, pressing its paws on the ground, squatting in the porch waiting for him with a resentful expression.

"Wow woof..."

Although Jian Bailian couldn't understand dog language, she could roughly guess what happened from Wuyang's accusing voice and body movements.

"Did Clumsy bully you?" He rubbed Samoyed's fluffy head.

"Wow woof woof woof woof (Yeah! He made me run!)..."

Wuyang was emotional, "Wow woof woof woof! (I don't want him to kick my ass!)"

Jian Bailian was patient, and when the Samoyed finished suing, she opened a can to appease it, and then went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

Just after washing, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock from the door.

Shang Luyan came back from the outside, wearing a sports coat and cotton trousers, with one hand wrapped in gauze, struggling to close the door with a bag of medicine.

Jian Bailian didn't bother to wipe his hands, and walked over to him and asked, "Why did you hurt your hand?"

Shang Luyan glanced at the Samoyed who was about to sneak into the room dragging the can, "I kicked it, but it bit me while I was sleeping."

The Samoyed only had time to let out a pitiful "whoosh" before the canned food hidden under its claws was ruthlessly snatched away.

With a cold face, Jian Bai lifted it up and threw it out of the balcony, and closed the door with a "bang".

"what did the doctor say?"

"No big problem. It has been vaccinated and the wound is not deep. It will be fine after a few days."

Shang Luyan flipped his palms following Jian Bailian's movements, his eyes fell on Samoyed who kept scratching the door and whining, and sighed, "Let it in, it will rain at night."

"Don't worry about it, don't punish it, it will really think that biting you is just a trivial matter."

Jian Bailian wrapped Shang Luyan's gauze-wrapped hands with plastic wrap, held the back of his neck and kissed his face, "Go take a bath, I'll cook."

"it is good."

Shang Luyan shrugged his shoulders at Wuyang, who was holding on to the glass door and kept shooting him distressing eyes, to show his helplessness. After changing his shoes, he passed by him and went upstairs.

At night, the rain pattered.

After a while, the rain gradually turned heavier.

Jian Bailian was awakened by the sound of rain, and stretched her hand to the side, but found nothing.

The bedroom door was ajar, and a glimmer of light came in vaguely.

Jian Bai got up and went out, looked down from the railing on the second floor, and saw Shang Luyan squatting at the balcony door feeding canned food to Wuyang.

"Take this as a lesson for you."

Shang Luyan put one arm on his knee, scratched Wuyang's ear, and whispered to it in a low voice, "You saw it too, there will be no good end for going against me, your father won't help you."

Samoyed buried his head in licking food, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Seeing that it had licked the can clean, Shang Luyan poured it half a bowl of milk.

Samoyed rubbed his calf flatteringly, showing his soft belly and inviting him to touch it.

Shang Luyan rubbed his stomach as he wished, looked up and saw the rain outside was getting heavier, so he led him in and closed the door.

Jian Bailian stood upstairs and watched for a while, but didn't make a sound to stop him, and went back to the bedroom the same way.

Shang Luyan went upstairs after feeding the dog. Even though the time was short, his hands and feet were obviously getting colder.

He lifted the quilt with light movements, and before he could lie down, Jian Bai held his warm hands around his neck, and pressed his hot palm against his cold cheek.

Shang Luyan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't hold back a sneeze.

"Have a cold?" Jian Bai touched his forehead.

"Not so delicate," Shang Luyan pulled the quilt and lay down, "I was scared by you, why did you wake up?"

Jian Bailian lowered his hand, put his arms around his back and patted him lightly, "The rain is too loud."

Shang Luyan subconsciously turned his head to look at the window, and found that there was a crack, which was not closed tightly.

"Can you hear that too?"

He reached into the quilt and touched Jian Bailian's abdominal muscles, his fingertips restlessly picked the sunken ravine between the blocks, and suddenly smiled, "It's quite noisy, it woke up the little professor."

"It's so easy to be woken up, Professor Jian has not slept well recently."

"Ok?"

Jian Bailian didn't speak, and squeezed his wrist encouragingly.

The arc of the smile on Shang Luyan's lips deepened for a moment, and moved as he wished.

The noisy rain gradually overshadowed the suppressed muffled hum.

Shang Luyan couldn't hear the sound of the rain afterward, because Jian Bailian's deep and sexy panting was all in his eardrums.

On the first day of school, Shang Luyan went to the Academic Affairs Office with the materials.

Lao Liu, who was in charge of handling the application for department transfer, held an enamel teacup in his hand, and asked him the reason for the department transfer and his future plans as usual while flipping through the materials.

Shang Luyan had done his homework in advance, and answered very standardly.

In the end, with a swipe of his pen, Lao Liu signed the agreement and informed him, "Let's go to the half-semester class with the first-year students of the Department of Architecture. You don't have to wait for 16 weeks."

"...Okay, thank you Director."

Shang Luyan took the approved application form to the Department of Architecture to report and collect textbooks. The whole process was incredibly smooth and smooth.

At first, he thought it was because he had prepared enough materials, but it was only after a week of class that he realized that it was Jian Bailian who had called in advance.

"Are you using power for personal gain?"

The School of Architecture and the School of Genetic Engineering are separated by more than half of the campus. Every day at noon, Shang Luyan would deliberately run over to find Jian Bailian for dinner.

The unusual relationship between the two is not a secret among the teachers, so after learning that Jian Bailian had applied for him to transfer to another department in advance, Shang Luyan couldn't help but tease, "No wonder Professor Chen wants to talk every time he sees me. Stop it, I guess I want to gossip but I'm too embarrassed to speak up."

"I don't care." Jian Bailian pushed the fish soup with Jiang Si in front of him, "If you want to make it public, I can do it anytime."

Shang Luyan rested his chin, looked at Jian Bailian's slow eating movements and smiled, "Let's talk, I still need some time."

Jian Bailian didn't ask him what time he needed. Seeing him reading his textbook while eating, he said, "You don't need to be stressed. I just filled up some difficult materials for you. The reason you can attend class ahead of time is because Professor Chen is very busy. Appreciate your design talent and feel that you have the ability to keep up with the freshman class."

"What I did was to reduce the cumbersome procedures, and I didn't interfere in the follow-up review."

Shang Luyan swallowed the food in his mouth, and realized that he patiently explained the intention of Datong, the corners of his lips raised, "I know Professor Jian, I read the textbooks not all because of the pressure of study, but... ..”

After a pause, Shang Luyan let it go, "I'll tell you later, okay?"

Jian Bai hummed, and before she could speak, she saw Shang Luyan glance at the clock on the wall, muttered something bad, then hurriedly grabbed the textbook and ran away.

"Is there a generation gap in communication at a young age?"

Suddenly there was a voice from the side.

Jian Bailian turned his head in search of the sound, and saw Professor Chen walking over with a plate in his hands, smiling. It seemed that he should have been on the sidelines for a while.

"Professor Chen."

Jian Bailian said hello and brought back Shang Luyan's unfinished soup.

"Xiao Shang is very popular in our department, and many students are willing to invite him to do projects."

The Department of Architecture has a competition this semester, which is about the renovation of the East District Library. The finalist prize is 1 yuan for each group, and No. 30 has [-] yuan.

And there is no grade limit, anyone who is from the Department of Architecture can participate.

"Xiao Shang is a good young man who studies architecture. He is a nice guy and has a calm personality. I have seen so many students, and there are very few students like him who can calm down and listen to my reasoning, and don't find it annoying."

At first, Jian Bailian thought that Professor Chen wanted to tell him how to get along with spouses with a big age difference, but after listening carefully, he found that Professor Chen had been praising Shang Luyan.

This feeling, like...

"Actually, I have a niece who is about the same age as Xiao Shang. If she studies art, she should be able to chat with Xiao Shang quite well."

Professor Chen cleared his throat as he said, as if he felt embarrassed for his abruptness, "Professor Jian, when Xiaoshang is free, we elders can help these two young people to make an appointment .”

"It's the same thing, my niece..."

Jian Bailian put down her chopsticks, touched the wedding ring on her left ring finger with her right index finger, and asked a question unhurriedly: "Professor Chen, can you see the ring on my hand?"

"......what?"

Professor Chen was taken aback by his sudden question, and replied with a smile for no reason: "Of course."

Jian Bailian slightly hooked her lips, she was obviously smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes, "Shang Luyan has a ring exactly like mine hanging around his neck, it's a wedding ring."

"Why do you think they're called wedding rings?"

Professor Chen: "..."

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