The bully thought he was wearing a book

Later, when Yi Huai recalled the third year of high school, he would find it incredible that he was such a person who didn't like studying since he was a child, but at that time he sat quietly at the desk and worked on the questions for a whole year.

After going to college, he reverted to his old ways, skipping classes and playing games. If Qi Hang didn't force him to review every weekend, he probably wouldn't be able to graduate so smoothly.

Yi Huai ran off to find a job after finishing his undergraduate degree. He is not as good at studying as Qi Hangzhi, and doing academic work is even more impossible for him.

On the day when he got his first job offer, he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. After all these years, he finally felt that he had been tough in front of Qi Hang, waving the contract like a stack of banknotes: "Come on, call me Brother Sheng, Brother will give you money to read a Ph. D."

Qi Hang straightly raised his eyebrows: "Can you exchange the money for something else?"

His eyes slid from Yi Huai's lips to his Adam's apple, with some ambiguous meaning.

Yi Huai misunderstood: "No, do you think I can't even earn your tuition?"

Facts have proved that this is true. When Qi Hangzhi graduated from graduate school, he had already changed two jobs and was about to change jobs for the third time.

And Qi Hangzhi usually works with his mentor on projects, plus the off-campus internship, the number on the bank card is already much higher than his salary.

Although Qi Hang directly completed his master's degree and then applied for a Ph.D., Yi Huai, who has rich work experience, humbly asked this highly educated person who had never been out of an ivory tower when revising his resume.

Qi Hang tapped a line of words on Yihuai's tablet with a capacitive pen, and pointed out a clerical error: "You graduated three years ago, why do you have four years of work experience?

Where did the extra year come from? "

"Working overtime." Yi Huai said confidently.

The resume packaged by Dr. Qi was indeed very different. Yi Huai changed jobs smoothly, and has been steadily graduating from Qi Hang.

Qi Hang's later company was not far from him, and he would pick him up from get off work. One day when Yi Huai hadn't come out, Qi Hang thought that he probably had some unfinished tasks, so he sat in the car and waited for a while.

It was Christmas, and he had booked a restaurant, but he hadn't told Yi Huai yet.

When Yi Huai went out, he saw Qi Hangzhi's familiar car not far away. The window was lowered, revealing a bony hand flicking cigarette ash. There was a watch on his wrist, which was a gift from him.

Qi Hang in the driver's seat raised his eyebrows at him through the front windshield. He was about to run over when a female colleague suddenly stopped him and said a few words to him.

Qi Hang frowned undisguisedly, and finally Yi Huai opened the car door and sat up, bringing into the car together with him the chill of December and his vibrant voice: "Sure, isn't it Christmas today? Our company no holidays

Qian, even pretending to put a Christmas tree in the lobby, saying that it is to create a festive atmosphere, no, why didn’t I see you put a grave on Qingming Festival?”

After he finished speaking, Qi Hang didn't answer, but instead asked, "Did a colleague ask you out just now?"

"Oh, it's a gathering of colleagues." Yi Huai said.

Qi Hang started the car straight: "Colleague party? Are all the girls there?"

Yi Huai thought for a while and said, "Both men and women."

Qi Hang drove straight out of the parking space: "How many people?"

Yi Huai said with a smile, "Even the two of us."

Qi Hang paused for a moment, and Yi Huai quickly said, "But I don't think it's appropriate, after all, it's not a holiday today, so I asked her that you don't need to accompany your boyfriend?

She said no. "

"And then." Qi Hang glanced at the car navigation, and it was five kilometers away from the restaurant he ordered.

"I said I will use it." Yi Huai leaned over and blew on Qi Hangzhi's face like he did on the basketball court back then.