Chapter 473: Self-denial and righteousness, the voice-controlled professor fell in love online with his neighbor, the widow who killed her husband (13)
"Why did the professor write my name on the note?" The cards and gift boxes in Wan Cheng's hands were taken away. He scratched his empty hands, with a big question mark in his mind.
"It was a misunderstanding. Thank you for helping me get it back. You can go out now." He glanced at the door and motioned for them to leave.
Zhuang Ninghe lowered his eyes and stared at the gift box in his hand and the smiley face written at the end of the card, his expression changing several times.
"Then we'll go first."
"Yeah." He walked to the desk and sat down.
Chen Shu pulled Wan Cheng out of the office.
As they walked away, Chen Shu looked gossipy, "The professor just had too many expressions, and then he regained his composure in an instant, but the impatience in his eyes was real."
Wan Cheng: "The handwriting just now seems to be written by a girl, maybe a student I taught before."
Chen: "Have you seen professors accepting gifts from students in recent years? Maybe it's their girlfriend."
Zhuang Ninghe once said that if he found any gift giving, he would treat it as a bribe. He made it clear to his students on their first day:
He is not short of money, so don't give him gifts. His grades and experimental results are his rewards.
Wan Cheng laughed, "How can you think so much about a tape recorder? You just called me teacher, not husband."
Chen said: "Based on my experience of being single for many years, the professor definitely has a partner."
"Tsk, I don't believe you."
*
In the office.
Zhuang Ninghe finished reading the card, both sides.
Only Wan Cheng read out that paragraph, so he began to open the gift box.
He liked the ice-blue recorder at first sight, with its buttons and body in different shades of light and dark.
My mind popped up a time when a character in a radio drama liked the dark black. She asked herself what color she liked, and he said he liked blue.
I never expected that she remembered it and chose this gift carefully.
But in the past few days, apart from studying and listening to her radio dramas, we haven't talked about anything else, and she seems to have noticed it.
But she chose this gift anyway.
Zhuang Ninghe thought it was just an ordinary tape recorder.
After turning on the switch, she spoke in an elegant and classical voice.
"Sir, your letter is short but meaningful. It's a pity that I can't see you in person."
Zhuang Ninghe's heart moved slightly, and his chest rose and fell gently.
He picked up the pen with his right hand, kept calm, took a deep breath and continued listening.
Her words were like a picture of a very elegant lady appearing before him.
This sentence seems to be what she really thinks, but it also seems not to be.
Because this line is from a radio drama, is it used here to fit the situation, or...
For the first time, he was unsure.
"I have benefited a lot from our communication over the past month. When giving gifts, you should give gifts that suit your partner's tastes. However, I only know that you like radio dramas with beautiful voice actors.
The following is a collection of dubbings I made of what many gentlemen have said. I hope you like it. ”
Zhuang Ninghe put on headphones and experienced an auditory feast.
It took me an hour to finish listening.
"Those who meet must leave..."
"One period... one prayer..."
"But it's not up to me. If the gentleman feels that I have disturbed him, then there is no chance for us to meet again."
He didn't react at that moment of pause.
Until there was no more sound, it was completely over.
He had heard the previous ones before, but he had not heard this one.
With the last sentence, her voice returned to her own, as if she was saying goodbye.
Zhuang Ninghe had opened the mobile app without realizing it, and the chat history was still stuck on the word "morning" she sent yesterday morning.
She didn't give him any more math problems last night.
So we won't chat anymore?
After thinking about it for several days, is there still no answer?
Zhuang Ninghe used his brain to consult his heart.
However, the restless voice in my heart emerged again.
But what's the point of this little girl?
He found a tape on the side of the recorder.
When I took it out, a small card fell out.
His eyebrows twitched, and a look of deep and complex eyes passed by.
to: You are excellent, sir. Although I don’t know your face, I am connected to your soul through the Internet. I kind of like your soul…
Her words made Zhuang Ninghe's left chest tighten slightly and his thoughts became a little confused.
Before I could read the rest of the words, someone knocked on the door.
"QQ"
He quickly covered the card, his eyelashes fluttering, hiding the emotions growing in his eyes.
"Come in."
Guan Weihao walked in, looking anxious, "Professor, something happened at home, and I would like to take a leave this afternoon."
"Yes, sure." Zhuang Ninghe opened his mouth only to find his throat was dry.
"Thank you, Professor." Guan Weihao immediately bowed with a smile on his face, and then left.
Zhuang Ninghe continued to read the next sentence.
to: Maybe I just appreciate it, I don’t really like it, I just can’t tell the difference, I won’t bother you anymore in the future, thank you, I don’t know if you will find this sentence.
Zhuang Ninghe's wildly beating heart suddenly stopped and cooled down.
His unclear lack of response really made her aware of it.
Because of the environment she is in, she is indeed more sensitive.
Suddenly I didn't know how to face it.
I recalled her cold and polite responses when we first met, and then her gradually interesting and teasing responses.
It was like he had cracked open her shell, and now it was sealed again with his own hands.
There was a pulling and tight feeling in my heart that didn't go away for a long time.
He felt a little bit unwell the whole day.
However, he would not let his condition affect his work, he just seemed more serious by not smiling.
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