Chapter 11 Campus Literature (XI)
"You really don't have to go to class with me. It's so hot, it would be nice to just relax in the dorm and enjoy the air conditioning."
Chu Yun was helpless. He wished he could stay in the dormitory all the time in such hot weather. Meng Beixing had to come out to accompany him to class even though he had no classes. He was simply forced to endure the hardship.
He was a little touched. He didn't know anyone in the class, and having an acquaintance would indeed make him feel much more comfortable.
"Using air conditioning is bad for your health. The dormitory is too cold and I have a cold body. Xiaoyun, don't you like me to accompany you? Do you hate me..."
Meng Beixing stared at Chu Yun with his eyes wide open, looking aggrieved. Chu Yun looked so pitiful that he wanted to slap himself in the face.
What else could he do? Of course he would deny it immediately. He couldn't hurt his good brother's feelings.
But seeing Meng Beixing sweating profusely as soon as he stepped out of the door, Chu Yun, who was beside him, could even feel the heat from his body. Was this really a cold?
Meng Beixing chatted with Chu Yun along the way. He was a chatterbox and told Chu Yun almost everything about his life from childhood to adulthood.
Chu Yun felt dizzy. Isn’t Meng Beixing thirsty after talking so much?
Chu Yun took out a bottle of mineral water from the canvas bag and handed it to him:
"Drink some water to moisten your throat."
Chu Yun felt that what he meant was very clear, so he didn't say anything for now, but Meng Beixing next to him obviously misunderstood.
"Xiao Yun, let's drink a bottle of water... Of course, I'm not saying we can't drink. We're good... good brothers, good friends, so of course we can drink a bottle of water. It's just that it's a little... well, you know what I mean, right? Okay, okay, I'll drink it then. I'll save some for you."
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Which one is that? Chu Yun looked at Meng Beixing, who was sipping water with a red face, and thought he was sunburned. It was just an unopened bottle of mineral water. Was there any need to be so frugal? He still had another bottle in his bag.
He took out another bottle from his bag: "This bottle of water is for you. I have two bottles, and there are more in my bag. If it's not enough, ask me for more."
It turns out they weren’t drinking from the same bottle... Meng Beixing curled his lips as he looked at the bottle of disgusting water.
We chatted as we arrived at the classroom. When we pushed the door open, we saw several people sitting in the back row with their books on their shoulders. It was eight in the morning and everyone was very sleepy. Many people were sleeping on the tables, while others were reading seriously while eating breakfast.
A few people came into the classroom at the appointed time. No one noticed Chu Yun who came in later. He wanted to sit in the back row to feel safe, but these VIP seats had been reserved. Chu Yun had no choice but to go to the front with Meng Beixing.
Meng Beixing continued his long speech, saying that to understand a person, one must start from his past. He wanted to tell Chu Yun everything about himself, no matter how big or small, and he also wanted to listen to Chu Yun's past.
The teacher hadn't arrived yet, and Chu Yun was too embarrassed to interrupt, so he had to listen painfully, hoping that the teacher would come quickly to teach.
Seeing Chu Yun's confused eyes, Meng Beixing began to feel wronged again:
"Xiaoyun, are you listening again..."
"Huh? Oh... I'm listening... I'm listening."
"Surprise inspection, what was I talking about?"
Chu Yun thought about it carefully and replied, "You said you hated your third aunt's cousin because she drooled when she was little and got your favorite sketchbook wet."
Meng Beixing hummed twice, satisfied:
"That's about right. Notice she's not drooling, she's having a runny nose. She's just a slug. I've drawn a lot of interesting things in my sketchbook. Next time I'll show you and draw you too, okay?"
Meng Beixing stretched his neck and moved closer to Chu Yun, wanting to see his eyes. Chu Yun's eyes were very beautiful, watery and seemed to be able to speak.
Chu Yun was tired but didn't dodge: "Yeah, okay."
Just when I didn't know when this conversation would end, a boy with a crew cut came over and greeted Meng Beixing.
"Brother Xing, it's really you. Why are you in this class?"
Meng Beixing was interrupted and turned around to see that it was a friend he had known before:
"Yeah, I came to class with my friend."
Wang Tianlai looked at the friend next to Meng Beixing. His hair was so long that it covered his eyes. He was so thin and small that he couldn't tell what he looked like. He was wearing gray clothes and didn't look like a college student.
"Let me introduce you. This is my high school friend Wang Tianlai. It's just right that we're in the same class as you, Tianlai! This is Chu Yun, my—my roommate."
After mentioning this, Wang Tianlai now knew who this was. It was the sloppy roommate that Brother Xing complained about eight hundred times in one day at the beginning of the school year. Didn’t Brother Xing hate him very much? Why did they go out together?
He even came to accompany me to class. What good brother would accompany me to class? It’s already 8 o’clock in the morning. He just wishes he could go out and play more when he has time.
Wang Tianlai looked at Meng Beixing with a puzzled look on his face. They were all smart people, so he wouldn't ask. He extended his hand and greeted Chu Yun with a smile:
"You are Chuyun, hello."
Meng Beixing looked at Wang Tianlai who was still thinking about shaking hands, and raised his hand to block him:
"Just talk nicely, why are you using your hands and feet?"
Wang Tianlai:?
May I ask? This scene really does look like a dog guarding a bone.
Chu Yun also felt embarrassed and said softly, "Hello."
How could this person's voice be so nice? His pronunciation was soft and clear. With this voice, he would make a lot of money as a voice actor. Wang Tianlai felt like his heart was hit.
Seeing that Wang Tianlai was still standing there, Meng Beixing waved his hand to drive him away:
"Hurry back to your seat and go to class. The teacher is here."
Seeing that the teacher had really come, Wang Tianlai took a closer look at Chu Yun, who was as gray as a mushroom, and then turned back to class.
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The class was horrifying, Chu Yun felt like she was going to have a heart attack. This macroeconomics teacher loved asking questions, and he even randomly selected people using a wheel on the big screen. It was a nightmare!
Meng Beixing looked at Chu Yun, who was so scared that the book was flipping through the pages for the entire class, and smiled secretly.
The idiot Chu Yun immediately noticed:
"Are you laughing?"
After questioning, he replied affirmatively: "You are laughing at me!"
Meng Beixing immediately stopped laughing and lowered his head to coax people:
"No, no, how could I possibly laugh at you? I don't know anything the teacher teaches. You're much smarter than me."
In fact, Meng Beixing knows almost everything. His family has been training him in this direction since he was a child, but he didn't like it, so he rebelled and didn't choose this major, and was even beaten for it.
Now he regrets it so much, why didn't his dad beat him to death? If he had chosen finance, he could have taken classes with Chu Yun every day!
During the break, it was time to change classrooms. Meng Beixing consciously packed up Chu Yun's books and picked up the canvas bag. The canvas bag was worn out and had words on it that looked like a gift, but Meng Beixing picked up the worn-out bag like a boyfriend helping his girlfriend carry her bag, holding his head high and chest out happily - like a big rooster.
"It's so beautiful outside."
There were many people taking pictures in the corridor. The campus environment of University A is amazing and it is often used as a tourist attraction for outsiders to come in and visit.
The quaint and elegant buildings on campus complement the ginkgo trees on both sides of the path. The blue sky, white clouds and colorful flowers are in full bloom. There are also teenagers playing basketball on the court nearby. Looking from the corridor, it looks like a beautiful painting.
Chu Yun also thought it was beautiful and took a photo with his phone.
Then a cold mechanical voice sounded:
【Task 1: (2/5)】
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