Zhu Hao knows sign language, but she rarely uses it and mainly communicates with others by typing.
Since not everyone knows sign language, and the meanings of sign language vary slightly from region to region, it's not as fast as typing on a mobile phone to communicate.
Zhu Hao's dark pupils fell on his slender fingertips. He pursed his lips; most of his sign language was wrong.
But you can tell he's been working really hard at it.
Zhu Hao sighed softly, took out her phone, and said, "I'm going to be late for class."
Jiang Yangyun bent down slightly, carefully browsing the text on her phone, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I see. So that's why you didn't notice me greeting you?"
She put her phone away, nodded gently, and her dark hair covered most of her face.
Then she tentatively lifted her foot.
Jiang Yangyun did not stop her anymore.
Zhu Hao immediately ran away as if fleeing, afraid that if she was a step too slow, he would stop her again.
*
Lecture hall.
I'm late, so I'm sitting in the first row, on the far left against the wall.
I took the speech-to-text device out of my bag and turned it on.
Suddenly a black backpack appeared beside her, and then the owner of the backpack sat down next to her.
Zhu Hao looked at the familiar brand logo on the backpack, her slightly chubby face tensing up.
She lowered her head, ignoring the people around her.
A note appeared before me, its handwriting elegant and flowing, as handsome as its owner.
"I'm here to audit a third-year class to solidify my knowledge. Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
Zhu Kan glanced at Jiang Yangyun's arm, which was clearly over the line, and almost pressed her entire body against the wall.
Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly.
However, because her thick bangs covered her face, her displeased expression was not visible.
Zhu Hao bit her lower lip, awkwardly pulled out a pen, and wrote on the note, "Could you move over to another seat? You're crowding me."
The note was pushed in front of him.
Jiang Yangyun raised an eyebrow, as if she had just noticed, and moved away apologetically. She put the note away, held it in her palm, propped her head up, and tilted her head to look at her. "Sorry."
Zhu Hao ignored him and naturally didn't see the shape of his lips.
Seeing that Jiang Yangyun wasn't going to move to the side, she picked up her backpack and prepared to step over the chair and sit in the second row.
The teacher came in and began the lesson.
She paused, sat back down, stuffed her schoolbag into the drawer, and opened a book.
A new note was pressed onto her textbook: "What is this device you brought? It can only recognize the teacher's voice? And it can even recognize the teacher's broken Mandarin?"
Zhu Hao slightly raised her eyes and looked at the teacher on the podium.
The white-haired male teacher, wearing reading glasses, talked on and on.
In the past, during class, she would have had to work very hard to recognize the teacher's trembling, closed lips.
But now we have speech-to-text devices, which makes things much easier.
This instrument was developed by Tang Song over a year, and there is only one of its kind.
It was specifically for her to use in class.
It contains various Mandarin dialects with accents from all over the country, as well as vocabulary related to clothing design.
The recognition accuracy rate is as high as 99%.
It's a bit heavy, so it's inconvenient to carry around all the time.
She only uses it during class; otherwise, she still communicates with others by lip reading.
Anyway, she's already used to it, and it doesn't matter whether she has this device in her daily life or not.
Zhu Hao ignored Jiang Yangyun and stared at the text on the instrument screen, taking detailed notes.
A large, well-defined hand approached the instrument.
Zhu Hao frowned and quickly pulled the instrument away, placing it near the wall.
Her round pupils were fixed on him.
Jiang Yangyun's hand, frozen in mid-air, was stiff and awkward.
He glanced at the wary Zhu Hao and chuckled, "I'm just looking, I won't break anything."
Zhu Hao looked away and carefully checked the equipment to see if she had damaged it.
This is very expensive, and repairing it will take a lot of effort.
Jiang Yangyun stared at the back of her round head, his lips pursed slightly in dissatisfaction.
He tore off a piece of paper and neatly wrote, "I'm sorry."
He poked Zhu Hao's arm with the cap of his pen, but Zhu Hao dodged and ignored him.
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
I hope you see the words "Class dismissed" displayed on the screen.
She looked up and saw the teacher leave. She immediately pulled her schoolbag out of the drawer, stuffed it haphazardly, and before Jiang Yangyun could react, she jumped off the desk.
Before leaving, he wiped the tabletop that she had stepped on with his sleeve.
Then they vanished in a flash.
Jiang Yangyun watched her smooth and effortless actions, glanced at the note she had brought to the ground, and chuckled, "Best wishes... This is really interesting, much more interesting than before."
*
Zhu Hao, who had run out of the teaching building, secretly looked back.
During break time, the crowd was so dense that Jiang Yangyun could no longer be seen.
She took a soft breath, her tense body relaxing slightly.
Suddenly, her waist tightened, and a heat source pressed against her back. Startled, she quickly turned around.
Upon seeing that familiar, aloof face, she let out a long breath.
I was terrified.
It turned out to be Geng Ying; she had thought it was Jiang Yangyun.
Geng Ying was a friend she met in her first semester of freshman year. She was a broadcasting and hosting major and was in the same year as her.
During her freshman year, the school held a design competition for freshmen, which she signed up for. Geng Ying was the host of that competition, and that's when they met.
Later, they kept meeting in different places as part-time college students, and gradually became good friends.
He licked his lips and gently patted the hand on his waist.
Geng Ying smirked and mischievously tickled the ticklish spot on her waist, while also rubbing her lower abdomen.
Zhu Hao's tense mood completely dissipated after she did that, and she grinned, her thick bangs unable to hide her bright smile.
Geng Ying released his greetings and stood before her.
Wishing you well, I felt as if the sunlight in front of me had been blocked.
Geng Ying's major has height and physique requirements, and all of them are tall with long legs, and Geng Ying is no exception.
In addition, Geng Ying herself loves to wear high heels, and she is almost 1.8 meters tall when she stands there, so Zhu Hao has to look up at her.
That striking and beautiful face is breathtaking every time you see it.
Every time I think about it, I'm amazed. Geng Ying is such a beautiful woman. Her face and figure are like a model's.
Geng Ying bent down slightly, a hint of amazement flashing in her usually indifferent eyes.
She raised her hand and gently pinched Zhu Hao's cheeks. They felt soft and smooth, and were incredibly comfortable!
Geng Ying sighed, "Ah~ Xiao Zhu is getting cuter and cuter! Ah!! So adorable!"
What started as a light pinch with fingertips gradually turned into a careful kneading of the flesh on her face with her palms.
Zhu Hao had gotten used to her cat-obsessed, manic behavior and stood obediently in place, letting her fuss over her.
"Whoosh~ That was awesome!" Geng Ying finally let go, glanced at Zhu Hao's backpack, reached out and took it, gave it a shake, and frowned, "So heavy? You'll break it on your small frame, give it to me."
Blink and nod gently.
This is what Geng Ying meant by "equivalent exchange".
Geng Ying likes to hug her, and in order to hug her all the time, he will take on tasks such as carrying her bags.
Since she could only carry it for a short distance anyway, she couldn't refuse and agreed.
She went from feeling awkward at first to feeling at ease now.
Because Geng Ying really doesn't care about the time or place when she's with her...
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