MTL - Your Distance-Chapter 7 3 meters? ? ? !! !! !!

Ting Shuang waited for the answer from the handset receiver, her heartbeat was faster than usual.

A few seconds passed before I heard cycle saying, "I've been busy recently."

Ting Shuang said, "Then, tell me when you are free."

Cycle says: "It depends."

Ting Shuang said, "Eat breakfast is fine."

The cycle said, "Well."

Ting Shuang said, "Well ... tell me a day in advance, and I'll pack myself."

A little smile seemed to be heard from the voice of the cycle: "Yes."

Ting Shuang said, "Then I won't interrupt your work. I'll go to the library."

From that day on, Ting Shuang knocked sideways from time to time to remind cycle that they had a meal to eat. For example, when he was at school at noon, he would ask cycle: Have you had lunch? Or when he leaves school in the afternoon, he will also send a message to cycle: are you off work? I haven't had dinner yet.

The response from the cycle was either eaten or something, and Ting Shuang found that he was not at school every weekday. Sometimes Distance showed that the distance between them was several hundred meters, and sometimes it was more than ten kilometers.

On Sunday, Zhu Wenjia was gone, and Ting Shuang was alone. He saw that the current distance of the cycle is 4.8 kilometers, so he sent a message and asked: Didn't you go out today?

Seeing that the cycle did not return, Ting Shuang took another photo of his own dish and passed it. The temptation was: I made grilled fish with mushrooms. Would you like to come and eat?

After a long time, the cycle came back: I made sweet and sour pork ribs.

Ting Shuanghui: A picture?

cycle: [picture] Ting Shuang asked for a voice call and said, "Will I pack your grilled fish to your house."

Cycle said, "I'm already eating."

Ting Shuang said, "Are you afraid to meet? I don't dislike you ... cough, old."

The cycle seemed to laugh and said, "What are you anxious for?"

Ting Shuang said, "I want to see you. Or ... shall we start a video?"

The cycle said, "No."

Ting Shuang said, "You always refuse me like this, be careful I will squat you at the door of your Lrm."

Cycle says, "You can try."

Ting Shuang said, "Forget it, I'm afraid to meet your boss. And I don't know what you look like."

Cycle said, "Aren't you going to take his class?"

Ting Shuang said: "It's my limit to see him twice a week. Now that I think of seeing him tomorrow, I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare tonight. I won't talk about him anymore. When can I invite your elderly to eat ? "

Cycle said, "I've been busy recently."

Ting Shuang said, "I'm so busy making sweet and sour pork ribs at home."

This time, the cycle did laugh a little, saying, "The grievance is quite big."

resentment?

Quite big? ?

Ting Shuang did not admit it, and replied, "I'm telling the truth."

The cycle said, "Well, the truth."

Somehow Tingshuang heard a little pampering from these low words. He suddenly discovered that from the beginning of the call, there was no sound of eating from the cycle. Cycle has been talking to him and hasn't eaten yet.

"You eat first ..." Ting Shuang's voice went down. "I won't make you anymore."

After hanging up the voice call, Ting Shuang still remembered the sound of the cycle. Recollecting this conversation ...

You always refuse me like this, be careful I will squat you at the door of your Lrm.

--You can try.

Try ...

Is n’t it ethical to go to the website of the Lrm Department to check the photos of the researchers?

--You can try.

Go **** moral.

Ting Shuang opened the notebook, found the website of the Lrm department from the school website, and found the column of the department staff, and clicked in.

The first thing he glanced at was prof.Bai's photo. He didn't dare to look at it, and quickly turned the page down.

Chinese……

male……

researcher……

Ting Shuang found two male researchers who were Chinese by name. One has no photos. There is also a photo, but the person in the photo ... Ting Shuang is not looking at the face, but it feels that face and the sound and temperament of the cycle are not worth it.

Is it the one without photos?

Ting Shuang stared at the undeserved name for a while.

Jianguohuang founding the country ... Huang ...

The cycle is called Huang Jianguo ...

Huang ... the country ...

I don't feel right.

Ting Shuang zoomed in on Cycle's head picture and returned to compare it with the researcher who had the photo. The jaws and necks of the two people do not look like each other at all ... The researcher is obviously fatter, and the pictures of the upper body are not like the 187 written in the cycle information ...

187 words should be taller than him.

Suddenly, a face to look up appeared in Ting Shuang's mind—rimless glasses, thin metal frames, thin glasses chains hanging on the cheeks and the same color as the frames, and a pair of eyes looked down at his eyes.

Court frost was cold in the neck.

Maybe there was a shadow on that face. When taking a bath that night, Ting Shuang tried not to harden a pipe.

In the early morning of the next day, Ting Shuang rode to school and arrived at S17 classroom at 8:01. At this time, there were not many people. He found a place not far from the podium and sat down, hoping not to attract the professor's extra attention.

After a few minutes, Song Yan came, sat over and said, "Success in courtship?"

Ting Shuang said, "It's a shame to plead with him."

Song Yan became interested and said, "How shameful?"

Ting Shuang looked at Song Yan and said, "You just want to hear me insulted?"

Song Yi muttered righteousness and said, "Why?" But his face said: Hurry up and talk.

Ting Shuang did not want to introduce more details, but said, "I will come to class anyway in the future."

At 8:14, the professor had not yet come, and Ting Shuang wanted to send a message to cycle and ask him if he had time at noon.

Let's look at the distance on Distance first. I don't know if cycle will come to school today ...

Opening Distance, Ting Shuang looked at the current distance below the cycle— "Professor is here." Song Yi hit Ting Shuang with his arm and whispered, "Fuck the phone."

"... Oh." Ting Shuang received the mobile phone under the table and looked up at the podium.

You read it wrong ...

3 meters……

Meter……

Ting Shuang couldn't help but glanced down at the current distance again.

Still 3 meters.

3 meters!

Doesn't 3 meters mean that the cycle is in the classroom now? !!

Did the cycle run quietly to see him?

Ting Shuang secretly looked around the classmates, male, Chinese, thirty years old ...

The Chinese students in the classroom were originally a small number, and they were all familiar faces. Even if they could not call the name Ting Shuang, they had at least met before. The researcher with a photo on the department's official website is not in the classroom. Ting Shuang looked at it one by one and did not feel like a cycle. He even stared at Song Yan's side for a while.

Song Yan turned his head and said to the eyes of Shangting Shuang, "What are your eyes on Ting Shuang? Creepy."

Court Cream looked away and said, "What does cycle mean?"

Song Yan said, "What? You speak English in that cycle? Cycle. What do you ask? Did the professor just say the word?"

"No." Ting Shuang tucked her phone into her pocket and focused her attention to the lesson first.

In the last five minutes of this class, Bo Changyi called by name and announced the end of the class.

Around the table sound ①, Ting Shuang took a symbolic two shots. Before anyone left the classroom, he quickly took out his mobile phone and saw the current distance of the cycle.

Still 3 meters.

Song Yan asked Ting Shuang, who hadn't moved, as he packed his things: "Aren't you going?"

Ting Shuang stared at the screen of the phone and said, "Well, you go first."

The classmates from the four weeks went out of the classroom one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people left. The data of 3 meters remained unchanged.

There are only five people in the classroom.

A white student at the back of the classroom was still copying books, and three students on the podium were asking questions, all of whom were white.

Then only Ting Shuang remained in his seat.

But the current distance on Distance is still 3 meters!

Ting Shuang suspects that there is something wrong with this application.

He typed for the cycle: What is the current distance shown there? I show it here is 3 meters, I have no Chinese at all within a 3 meter radius.

No, that's wrong.

Chinese people……

There is actually a Chinese with a radius of 3 meters.

But Ting Shuang didn't take him as a person, so he didn't count at all.

Ting Shuang suddenly looked up and looked at the podium. The students who had asked the questions had already left. There was only one person on the podium receiving the lecture notes.

Ting Shuang looked back, and the students who copied the board also left.

There are really only two people left in the classroom, himself, and the professor on the podium.

Chinese.

male.

36 years old.

187.

wear glasses.

Ting Shuang's legs were completely soft.

He's all stingy.

No way……

Ting Shuang desperately recalled two voices, prof.Bai and cycle. At this time, he realized that not to mention the difference between speaking in person and using a cell phone, even speaking Chinese and German are both voices. He has never heard prof.Bai speak Chinese, nor has he heard German spoken by Cycle. The huge difference between the two languages ​​makes it impossible to detect that it is the same person.

At this time, he still had a hint of luck.

Maybe the positioning is wrong.

He lowered his head, looked at the professor with Yu Guang, waited out of the classroom, and then looked at the current distance on the Distance-12 meters.

Fuck.

Simply dead.

Is he really flirting with prof.Bai? ? ?

Fuck, what did he say ...

"Good night, dear."

"Well, you left your tie at my house last night."

"Do you always leave your tie at someone's house?"

Fuck.

No, Ting Shuang suddenly realized that this was not the point ...

Flirting is not the point.

He seemed to say something more terrible ...

Lack of humanity ...

Big eyes ...

Now that I think of seeing him tomorrow, I feel like having a nightmare tonight ...

No, these don't seem to be the scariest.

The scariest thing was the night before he asked the professor to plead in person ...

How can you say that there is such a perverted professor ... If it weren't for our required course, no one would be willing to choose his class ... There are so many foolish professors, and the rate of hanging courses is huge. ...

Oh, I ’m not sick, I drank too much, so I overslept yesterday ...

Ting Shuang's eyes were dark.