The entourage looked at the watch and said, "The president of Chazhou University has made an appointment to meet you at 5 pm. Look..."

Mao Zhufeng slapped his head: "Hey, I really forgot about that old boy's appointment if you didn't say it. Forget it, I can't help myself when I'm old." He stood up and shook hands reluctantly with Song Baojun: "Xiao Song, you will definitely go to my house to sit in a few days when you have time."

"Remember, Mr. Zhu, take care of him."

Just as he sat back, he wanted to chat with Ye Jingche for a few words. The student in the front row handed over a note that was folded into Fang Sheng and said, "Master, this is something someone from the front told me to hand it over to you."

"Who?"

Song Baojun took it and took it apart. A piece of paper torn off from the notebook had a special perfume smell, and the handwriting on it was crooked: "Last time you wrote Su Dongpo's poems, and this time you wrote Su Dongpo's poems. I found that you seem to like him very much. I respect Su Dongpo, and I really hope to be friends with you. After class, I will wait for you in the corridor."

The note he received in class last week was because Su Dongpo wanted to make friends. It was exactly the same as last time, and his writing was distorted and distorted, about the same level as that of a primary school student.

It should have been written by the Nigerian black girl, but the above grammar has improved a lot.

This time, Song Baojun didn't know who to hand over the note to, so he looked up with a wry smile, but was stunned and stunned.

I saw the Nigerian black girl in the corner kissing the boy beside her warmly, her lips connected, and she didn't know how long she had kissed her, her arms tightly hooked each other's neck, making it hard to part with her.

The note I wrote last time and this time was definitely not written by the Nigerian black girl!

If not unexpected, the source of the note is another person.

Who is that?

Song Baojun suddenly developed an interest, and it seemed that the owner of the note was of extraordinary quality.

The reason is of course very simple. He wrote a bad word in the last calligraphy class, which was despised by everyone. This time he made a big splash in the classroom and everyone rushed to pursue it, which was two completely different treatments.

The owner of the note took the initiative to hand over the note to make friends when Song Baojun was not favored by everyone, which was obviously sincere.

No matter whether this person is beautiful or ugly, or a man or a woman, Song Baojun always feels sorry for him if he doesn't find a way to meet him.

He reached out and touched the back of the classmate in the front row and asked, "Who handed over this note?"

The classmate immediately stunned and said, "I can't remember how many people there are in front."

"Oh, forget it, sorry."

Song Baojun sighed, and the note was suddenly snatched by Ye Jingchun. The princess smiled and said, "Is there a beautiful woman courting you?"

"Who can I like the model of mine? I am a fan who wants to learn calligraphy and want to communicate with me. But even if there is a beauty in her courtship, I will not be moved. Because Xiaoyezi is right in front of me."

Ye Jingchun chuckled and said, "You are so beautiful." When he opened the note, he found that it was discussing Su Shi's content, and the word was indeed written in a barely manner. It seemed that it was a backward student who asked Song Baojun for advice. So he put down his mind and returned the note to him.

Not long after, Qiu Yuancheng announced the dismissal. Ye Jingchun said he wanted to have supper with Song Baojun to celebrate his writing of the shocking Zhu Lao.

The cute girl giggled, with a little shyness, and took his hand and walked out of the classroom with the crowd.

Unexpectedly, a lot of people outside the corridor were waiting for Song Baojun, all of whom were students in class. Regardless of whether they knew him or not, they saw him rushing out and rushing around and huddling Song Baojun in the middle. Some wanted to exchange Feigetong, some wanted to chat, and some asked Zhu Lao's phone number, which was bustling and quarreling like a vegetable market.

I don’t know who suggested asking Master Song to go to the restaurant, and everyone responded. You grabbed your arm and I pulled my sleeves, surrounded Song Baojun and headed towards Zhangshu Street.

A group of people were making noise in their ears. Song Baojun suddenly remembered the content of the note. When he looked back, he saw a graceful figure standing in the corridor outside the door looking at him, with a slight disappointment in his eyes.

The figure was vaguely familiar, as if it was the Korean female student who was mentioned last time, the daughter of the president of Sanqiu Group, and the former member of the Girl's Thigh Times.

Song Baojun had no time to think about it and was pulled down the stairs hard.

There were twelve or three people who went to have dinner together, including men and women, mostly Chinese students, and several other calligraphy enthusiasts from other departments. Liu Xiyue did not come and saw Ye Jingchun holding Song Baojun's hand. She was full of energy at that time. What else would she do?

When I came to Zhangshu Street, I found a food stall to sit around a table and order food and drinks. Everyone is a student, and I have not learned to pay attention to pomp and vanity like adults in society. I basically ordered home-cooked dishes and cheap "Chajiang ice beer". Some people timidly suggested whether to do an AA system to avoid having no money to pay the bill in the end.

Finally, Song Baojun was generous and slapped the table and smiled: "Don't worry, I'll treat this meal. If anyone rushes to pay for it, he will be unable to get along with me, Song Baojun."

Ye Jingchun, who was overly tall and surprisingly beautiful, sat next to him without any dissonance, but instead gave people the feeling of being "talented and beautiful". Because Song Baojun's performance made people feel that his talent is worthy of any kind of beauty in all models in the world.

A man with a handsome man and a beautiful man, is the most important aesthetic view of the match between men and women since ancient times. A man with extraordinary talent and unparalleled beauty will naturally make people ignore other factors.

During the meal, Song Baojun chatted and laughed, and everyone refused to refuse the audience. He drank the wine and drank the glass. Everyone praised him for his master's demeanor.

Everyone exchanged phone numbers and made an appointment to contact each other often in the future. After dinner, Song Baojun wanted to pay the bill, but a classmate rushed up to settle the bill. Song Baojun carefully wrote down the name of the classmate in his heart.

...

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when we returned to the dormitory. The handsome man Qu Jingsen had been waiting for a long time, and Tan Qingkai was chatting with him. The two lacked common language and were always dry and said nothing.

"Brother Jun!"

"What wind blows the beautiful man in the flower?"

Qu Jingsen hated this nickname, but he had no choice but to say it from Jun Ge, and responded: "It's nothing, especially come to Jun Ge to talk about the progress of his work."

"Is it Huang Shimian's code? Tell me, do you have any good suggestions and opinions." Song Baojun took the cigarette handed over by Tan Qingkai and said, "Why don't you play in the World of Devils and Beasts?"

"I'm not really home-stop," Tan Qingkai said, sending a chat message on his mobile phone.

"Go to die." Song Baojun waved his hand impatiently and said, "How are you doing with Huang Shimian? You haven't been rejected, right?"

Qu Jingsen was a little embarrassed and said, "Last night, I went to Huang Shimian to take a walk downstairs. A woman came to ask me for my phone number. As soon as she chatted, it was Huang Shimian."

Song Baojun and Tan Qingkai were stunned, and the latter stammered: "Father Hua, can you leave a way out for me to live? How is Huang Shimian? Is there anyone with her?"

Qu Jingsen showed a hint of disgust: "That woman has body odor. If I hadn't remembered Brother Jun's explanation, I wouldn't have been within three meters of her. She asked me to go shopping this afternoon, so I would have accompanied her on a stroll."

Tan Qingkai hurriedly said, "Then why are you still here? Go quickly. Are you afraid of body odor? Just spray a few more bottles of perfume on your body and cover it."

"How can you understand? It's very simple to have a woman with her, and you don't have to spend any effort. But if you want to enter her heart, you have to do it step by step, and it's impossible to do it in a week or two."

Tan Qingkai became more and more depressed: "You said it's very simple? I've been a virgin for twenty years. Are you showing off in front of me?"

Qu Jingsen said: "Sorry, sorry, I don't know you are still a virgin."

Tan Qingkai said angrily: "I have no common language with you, so don't talk to me in the future!"

"Okay, actually I just want to say that it will take more than ten days to get rid of that Huang Shimian."

Song Baojun nodded: "It doesn't matter. Just relax your mindset. It doesn't matter whether you will succeed in the end or not. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you are too eager to achieve success, the effect may be counterproductive. Finally, think of a way to escape and don't get yourself in. Your Dan Nuannuan is a good girl, don't do anything bad to sorry for her."

Qu Jingsen smiled bitterly and said, "If you really want to see me and Dan Nuannuan betray me, then don't ask me to betray me."

Tan Qingkai shouted: "This is Brother Jun's recognition of your work ability! What are you talking about!"

"Okay, okay!"

...

On Thursday, there was a basketball game between the second-year Chinese Department of Ancient Chinese and the third-year major of the Architecture School of Landscape Science. Song Baojun as usual organized the Otaku Brotherhood to play.

Because he defeated the powerful archaeological team in the last game, Song Baojun and his brothers received more attention this time. The Chinese department students who came to watch the game were ten times more than the last time, with a total of one hundred people - there were only ten people in the Chinese department in the last game. Among them, the first and second graders of ancient Chinese class accounted for half, and they were only able to come with the personal charm of Liu Da.

Another fifty or sixty students with garden landscapes made a special trip to see the Chinese cheerleaders. Sitting in the spacious stadium audience, the crowds were sparse, far worse than the last time Pang Yuhan's thousands of fans, which was clearly an unattractive game.

The Garden and Landscape Team is also a weak team. They didn't qualify last season. The players were all gentle scholars and competed with the Chinese team of "Tea School Sick Man". They defeated the Music Education Professional Team of the Conservatory of Music by 35 to 22 last week's game. It is worth mentioning that the entire Department of Music Education only brought together five boys, not even a substitute. What's even more ridiculous is that the Chinese team and the Music Education Team had a confrontation in last year's league, but were defeated by the opponent.
Chapter completed!