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A warm evening breeze.
Tian Xiangyang came out of the department leader's office, took his lunch box and went to the cafeteria.
I met a classmate on the way, and the two of us started moving together.
"What does Lao Qian want to talk to you about? Are you asking about the postgraduate entrance examination?" Hao Jun raised his hand and hooked his friend's shoulder with difficulty, asking with a grin.
Tian Xiangyang nodded: "I think they will ask each one of them. When I came out, Chen Guoqing went in."
"What's the point of this kind of conversation? Who doesn't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination? Alas... the competition is too fierce, and I don't know how many people can pass it." Hao Jun is aware of his own level. Most people can't pass the first level, let alone the re-examination.
On the contrary, his good friend has always been among the best in his studies and may be able to continue his studies for a few more days.
Although Hao Jun was not envious, he was also happy for his brother: "You must be able to do it! Come on!"
As he spoke, he looked at the person next to him hesitantly and asked, "Have you grown taller again?" It became more difficult for him to hook his hair.
Hearing this, the neat and tidy boy curled his eyes and smiled warmly: "It seems so, the pants are a little short."
"Oh...not fair!" Hao Jun, who was only 1.7 meters tall, expressed his envy. He wanted to grow taller, but after all these years, no matter how he struggled, he was only one centimeter away from 1.7 meters.
Hello brother, you were 183 cm tall last semester, and now you seem to be taller.
By this calculation, he is at least 185cm tall.
Simply put...too stimulating.
What was even more shocking was that she was good-looking, with delicate features and fair skin, and just standing there, she looked peaceful and comfortable.
Hao Jun thought that Tian Xiangyang was probably... the gentle gentleman described by some poets.
No wonder so many lesbians like it.
Just as they were thinking about it, the two of them just stepped into the cafeteria door and were met with a very recognizable face.
To what extent can it be identified?
Zhao Hongbing, a female classmate who was striding towards the two men, had a decent appearance, a serious expression, and a pair of short hair that reached her ears. She almost had the word "revolution" written all over her face.
For this purpose, she even changed her name to Zhao Hongbing.
When we were freshmen, we didn’t have a clear understanding of class at all.
Students who were once members of the five black categories will be isolated intentionally or unintentionally even if they are rehabilitated.
Among them, Zhao Hongbing, who was proud of his eight generations of poor peasants, was an active critic.
At that time, that is, in 1978, few people believed in her class theory. What people advocate now is equality for all.
Hao Jun raised his arm and nudged the person who was queuing next to him, and whispered, "Hey! Brother, classmate Zhao is looking for you again. He must have found some excuse again."
Hearing this, Tian Xiangyang, who was taking out a meal ticket from his pocket, frowned.
But it only lasted for a moment, and then he relaxed again, as if he didn't hear what his roommate said, and continued to move forward in the line to get food.
In his heart, he thought that maybe Zhao Hongbing was just passing by, so there was no need for him to be nervous, as he was not a popular person...
"Student Tian, are you free the day after tomorrow?" Before Tian Xiangyang could finish muttering in his heart, Zhao Hongbing had already stepped in front of him with a stern face and a businesslike look.
Tian Xiangyang...
Tian Xiangyang, who had heard this opening line countless times, ignored his friend who was trying not to laugh, sighed in his heart, and said in a light tone: "No time."
It wasn't that he didn't want to be polite, but his past experience had taught him that if he asked one more question, Zhao Hongbing would never stop asking.
The sisters taught him to keep a distance from girls and not to send any ambiguous messages if he didn't like them.
Therefore, when Zhao Hongbing expressed his desire to become his revolutionary partner, he had already seriously rejected it.
This may sound a bit arrogant.
Since childhood, probably because of his decent looks, he has been quite experienced in rejecting people.
So in the past, as long as I clearly expressed that I didn't want to be with the girl, girls would basically stop looking for me.
It can even be said that he is hiding from himself.
But this classmate Zhao Hongbing really gave him a headache. Even though he had rejected her more than half a month ago, she would still find all kinds of excuses to come to him.
I can’t say I hate it, but it’s true that I don’t like it.
My refusal attitude has been made clear...
Sometimes Tian Xiangyang is really tired of dealing with this kind of thing.
If it’s too serious, I’m worried that it will hurt people’s self-esteem.
If I take it too lightly, I'm afraid people will misunderstand me.
God knows he has just turned 20, why should he face all this?
Zhao Hongbing was used to being rejected. He didn't even blink, as if he didn't hear anything. He just kept talking to himself: "Isn't there a ten-story building in front of the three gates? How about we go and have a look together on Sunday? Then we can write some articles and post them on the class bulletin board!"
In the past few days, due to the rise of high-rise buildings in Qiansanmen, many ordinary people have come to see the buildings and treat them as scenery.
Of course, there is no shortage of writers who have written wonderful chapters about it.
Tian Xiangyang is from the middle school, so there was nothing wrong with him going to take a look.
But it's impossible to be with Zhao Hongbing.
Another thing is that last summer, he went to Shanghai with his sisters for a trip. High-rise buildings are not uncommon in Shanghai.
So he still shook his head: "Student Zhao, please find someone else. I have a job on Sunday."
After saying this, Tian Xiangyang stopped looking at Zhao Hongbing, whose face had become gloomy, and bent down to put the lunch box at the cafeteria window, and ordered two dishes in a gentle voice...
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"Hey, hey, hey... look at Zhao Hongbing's face, it's like thunder. But I really admire her. If I fell in love with a girl and was rejected so clearly, I would never be embarrassed to approach her again..." Holding the prepared dish, Hao Jun looked back at Zhao Hongjun who was standing there with a gloomy face, then he leaned closer and whispered.
At this point, Hao Jun turned his head to look at his roommate with gentle features, and sighed: "Look, good looks are not good, they can cause a lot of harm to others."
Tian Xiangyang rolled his eyes at his friend in annoyance, pursed his lips and said nothing.
But he didn't feel like eating in the cafeteria anymore. He picked up his lunch box, turned around and walked out of the cafeteria.
Seeing this, knowing that he was going back to the dormitory to eat, Hao Jun quickly followed him.
After walking a distance, he asked curiously, "Are you really going home on Sunday?"
Tian Xiangyang nodded: "Let's go to my sister's house. We made an appointment before."
"Hehe, I thought you were trying to hide from Zhao Hongbing."
"Why should I?"
Hao Junyi rolled his eyes and said, "How could it be that? I think Zhao Hongbing is getting more and more excessive. She followed you a few times before. Who knows what she will do next? Sigh... I suddenly don't envy you for your good looks."
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