Fang Zhe didn't know what Bai Li was thinking. He didn't help but continued to talk about himself: "Teacher Bai, you heard me right. Spend money where you should, and find connections where you should. Don't worry about it."
Which unit and house must be won."
"Don't think about sharing a house. A bunch of associate professors are still queuing up." Bai Li felt weak when she mentioned the house. For the Chinese, a house is synonymous with security. How can you get married without a house? Without a house, you...
….
The problem is that Bai Li felt that she was stupid and sold her parents' house. There were so many brothers on her husband's side that the house couldn't fit in, so she could still squeeze into a dormitory. What a noble emotion, but it turned out to be a white-eyed wolf.
This was also the main reason why Bai Li couldn't think about it for a while.
"That's right, or else don't transfer. After waiting in line at Songjiang University, you still have some qualifications. If you go to the Academy of Social Sciences, you will be new." Fang Zhe joked habitually, completely losing the respect students have for teachers.
"Haha!" Bai Li sneered in response, sitting on a small bench and pouring water into the aluminum pot. She originally planned to fry eggs, but because of Fang Zhe's words, she directly saved some gas money.
Fang Zhe is having a hard time, mainly because of the house. It’s hard to describe in words. All the heartache and tears are in the house.
That's why Fang Zhe was so obsessed after his rebirth, buying a house, buying a house, buying a house.
Rather than taking action, I went to the landlord in the afternoon and asked if the house could be sold.
It's hard to figure out a woman's thoughts. Bai Li's hands shook when she was putting in the salt. She regretted it a little, but she soon felt at ease. Who let this brat carry the house?
"By the way, let me tell you something. You were so angry that I almost forgot about it." Bai Li remembered something else.
"Whatever the matter, teacher, just tell me, there will be mountains of swords and seas of fire..." Fang Zhe was a little touched as he held the noodles handed over by Bai Li.
"Just go find Wu Mingzhu. She said she's afraid she can't help you." Bai Li didn't say anything clearly. Fang Zhe nodded and took a bite of noodles, tears streaming down his face. This...
Bai Li looked forward to it: "Why, isn't it delicious? I specially cooked two eggs."
"It's delicious. Teacher, the food below must be delicious." You must take advantage of your mouth, and you have to eat the noodles you want with tears in your eyes. Thanks to the existence of two eggs, otherwise Fang Zhe would have died of salt.
People in Jiangcheng have pretty strong tastes, so they were willing to give in to this bowl of noodles.
The noodles were finally finished, and Fang Zhe left the soup astutely: "I'm going to wash the dishes." Looking at the dormitory without a kitchen or even a bathroom, Fang Zhe had to get up and go out. Fortunately, the faucet and pool were right at the door.
, no need to go to the end of the corridor.
"Let's go, Teacher Bai." Fang Zhe greeted and wanted to get out of the way. Bai Li blinked a few times and said, "Let's chat?" Her voice was sweet.
"No, the teacher is too beautiful. You should pay attention to melons and plums." Fang Zhe also had a tough mouth. The way Teacher Bai blinked just now reminded people of Zixia Fairy.
"Get out!" Bai Li changed her attitude immediately. Fang Zhe suspected that her relatives were coming.
The relatives must have come back, but not now. Bai Li's anger was not directed at Fang Zhe, but at her own momentary confusion. How could she speak in that tone?
Fang Zhe hurried away and could not stay any longer. The flattery that Teacher Bai showed inadvertently just now was too terrible. Fang Zhe felt that his hormone secretion was about to explode. If there was really a small hair salon nearby, Fang Zhe would doubt himself.
Will it get stuck in?
I have been a little restless recently. Fang Zhe sighed and adjusted his position. Where is Wu Mingzhu? How to contact him? Fang Zhe was confused. He should have asked just now. However, he did not fail in logical reasoning. In the class, he was
It's impossible, go to the student union and ask.
Before he arrived at the student union, he saw Wu Mingzhu, talking to a classmate. Wu Mingzhu was dressed today, no different from when they met in the evening. Fang Zhe couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Wu Mingzhu in his previous life didn't seem to show his ferocity so early.
Wu Mingzhu was in a very good mood, her inferiority complex was swept away, and she appeared on campus with confidence.
This confidence comes from Fang Zhe's appreciation. Fang Zhe is enough, and the rest is not enough.
Bai Li got Fang Zhe's pager number from Wu Mingzhu, and Wu Mingzhu got the number from Yun Jue.
At that time, Yun Jue's expression was very complicated, but after Wu Mingzhu said that she also wanted to study abroad, Yun Jue felt relieved and betrayed Fang Zhe outright. Wu Mingzhu was also curious about why Yun Jue was so straightforward. Yun Jue said that even if she didn't give him
, Wu Mingzhu can also get it. And now it is fair between the two.
"Are you looking for me?"
When she saw Fang Zhe, Wu Mingzhu nodded and apologized to the boy in front of her with a smile on her face, and then walked over.
"Yes, I'm looking for you. You have to leave me a message about this." Wu Mingzhu handed over a notebook. Fang Zhe opened it and took a look. It was empty. No one had any rumors. Looking at Wu Mingzhu's hand, there was something
When reading a notebook, Fang Zhe simply took the notebook and the prepared pen.
"After going through the world of mortals, my original intention remains unchanged. After half a lifetime away, I am still a young man when I come back." Fang Zhe thought of that class reunion. After half a lifetime, how much original intention is left?
For contact information, Fang Zhe thought about leaving his father's address and his own pager number. Mark Jiangcheng's contact address and Songjiang's contact information. It was a very formal attitude.
In his previous life, Fang Zhe didn't understand until he was middle-aged. Later, he felt that such childish messages were actually moments in his life when he showed sincerity to his classmates. When Fang Zhe took out the original notebook from the drawer, he looked at the yellowed
Find high-spirited in the page.
Wu Mingzhu took the notebook and took a look at it, then looked up at Fang Zhe in surprise. This message had a great impact on the literary youth. And among the college students of this era, which one does not have some feelings for the literary youth?
"Thank you!" Wu Mingzhu's eyes were sore. She put away the notebook and stretched out her hand: "Where is your notebook?"
"I haven't bought it yet. I've forgotten something recently. Graduation is coming soon, and all the classmates should be back."
"We're almost all back, except you and a few ghosts." Wu Mingzhu couldn't help but joked.
"Ah, that's right. I'm going to buy a book right now." Fang Zhe left hastily. Wu Mingzhu hesitated to speak, but put down her raised hand. Since you have decided to leave, you shouldn't linger. This gift is enough.
.
I bought a notebook from the canteen, the most expensive one. Fang Zhe didn't pay attention to these things before, but now he does.
Before I left, I thought about it and went back. I bought a bunch of food, carried it in a bag, and staggered back to the dormitory.