Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

"tired."

"It's broken."

"It can't be rolled up anymore."

Lin Nianhe was lying on the classroom table, his chin resting on the mimeographed handout, his mouth opening and closing, mumbling.

Zhao Haimei was copying the manuscript. She raised her head when she heard this, with a bit of surprise in her eyes: "Really? Are you serious?"

Lin Nianhe lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Well, I won't study anymore. I will go away for two months to communicate, and then I will take the final exam when I come back. Who can pass this exam?"

Seeing that she seemed depressed, Zhao Haimei handed her the kettle: "I will write down good notes and study them when you come back."

"Sister, this is not about notes."

"What's the problem?"

"It's a matter of how do I let them reasonably stay for one more month? I just skip the final exam."

Zhao Haimei: "..."

She didn't even believe Lin Nianhe's words now.

Ni'er said a few days ago that she would sleep in darkness for three days, but at six o'clock the next day she got up and squatted outside the teaching building to ask Teacher Nie questions;
  She said that going to the Department of Political Science was too far and too tiring to attend classes, so she never wanted to go there again. As a result, she rushed faster than anyone else when changing classrooms after class;

She said she had too much homework today and didn't want to do it, but ended up finishing it all in half an hour. She even asked her in surprise why she hadn't finished a few oral arithmetic questions... Oral arithmetic questions? She counted three pieces of draft paper!

This person was here to add trouble to her mediocre college life.

Zhao Haimei suddenly felt that she was just asking for trouble when she said she wanted to borrow her notes.

She bared her teeth at Lin Nianhe, and after briefly slapping her, she continued to copy the manuscript.

Lin Nianhe was stunned by her inexplicable movements. He sat up straight and asked, "What's wrong? Toothache? Should I accompany you to the dentist?"

Zhao Haimei: "..."

She really wanted to slap her.

In fact, she actually put down her pen and turned around.

But the slap didn’t lift up——

"Hahahahahaha!"

Zhao Haimei looked at Lin Nianhe and laughed so hard that tears fell.

Lin Nianhe's forehead was filled with questions, and he had no idea what she was laughing at.

Before she could ask, Teacher Nie came in with handouts.

Lin Nianhe turned around decisively, sat up straight, and tried his best to show that he had nothing to do with this crazy woman who was laughing wildly.

Zhao Haimei smiled so happily that she couldn't control herself when the teacher came in. She had to hold her mouth tightly and switch from ring mode to vibrate mode.

The table was shaken by her.

The two of them were sitting in the front row, and Teacher Nie couldn't even see them.

This look...

Teacher Nie also smiled.

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

These people are so unreasonable, they want to have fun without her.

Generally speaking, when others are clucking their teeth and laughing but you don't know what they are laughing at... they are probably laughing at themselves.

Lin Nianhe has been eating melons for many years, so he certainly knows this truth.

She subconsciously touched her face, but couldn't find any rice grains.

Teacher Nie is a role model and can control his emotions relatively well.

He calmly touched his chin and said meaningfully: "Our handouts were printed in a hurry, and the ink may not have dried thoroughly. Students, please be careful when using them, so as not to stain your clothes and prevent them from being washed off."

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

She immediately took out a mirror from her bag and looked down.

Okay, here's the formula for a chin.

She quickly rubbed the handwriting twice with her fingers.

The words were not lost, but the fingers were blackened. She raised her hand silently: "Teacher Nie, I think I suddenly want to go to the toilet."

Teacher Nie pursed her lips and smiled: "Go ahead."

It would definitely not work if she was not allowed to deal with it... Let alone Zhao Haimei, he couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw it.

Fortunately, Lin Nianhe was sitting in the front row. Although the male students in the back row were curious, they could not see her embarrassment. Otherwise, the whole class would laugh together and the glass would be shattered.

Lin Nianhe covered his chin and trotted out. The school bell had already rang, but he didn't meet anyone.

The ink was difficult to wash off, so she washed it several times with facial cleanser until her chin turned red before flushing the formula down the drain.

"It seems...the luck tank has been empty recently, so we need to keep a low profile."

Lin Nianhe looked at the red chin in the mirror and murmured to himself.

Such metaphysical things as luck are completely unreasonable. The more you think your luck is bad, the worse it will show you.

Since being printed with the Ba formula, Lin Nianhe has sprained his feet when walking, choked on drinking water, choked on eating... and even had a nightmare at night.

The next day, she huddled in bed and refused to get up no matter how hard Zhao Haimei pulled her:
  "No, I'm going to take leave today and won't go to class."

Zhao Haimei wiped her forehead and confirmed: "You don't seem to be sick."

Lin Nianhe clutched her quilt tightly: "My luck is sick. I have a hunch that if I go out today, something more terrifying than getting sick will definitely happen."

Zhao Haimei: "..."

"then you……"

"208 Lin Nianhe, I have your phone number!"

The voice of the dormitory aunt came from the corridor.

Zhao Haimei spread her hands, holding back a smile and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go out?"

Lin Nianhe was at war between heaven and man in his heart.

It's usually no big deal to call her, and it's unrealistic to ask someone else to answer the call.

She hesitated for ten seconds, then sat up as if she was dead.

"Hello, I am Lin Nianhe."

Holding the phone, Lin Nianhe looked in all directions and even looked up at the ceiling, fearing that it would suddenly hit her and kill her.

"Nian He, it's me." Aunt Wen's particularly discerning and gentle tone came from the other end of the phone.

Aunt Wen spoke a little faster than usual and seemed a little excited: "Nianhe, the total number of tickets purchased for the first week of "Forest Farm" has been calculated!"

Lin Nianhe's heart skipped a beat.

Do we have to talk about such a serious topic when her luck is in question?

She actually didn't want to know today.

"Nianhe, in just one week, 118 million yuan of movie tickets were sold!" Aunt Wen's tone was light and cheerful, and she was obviously in a good mood.

Lin Nianhe was stunned and couldn't believe her ears. She suspected that she heard one more word: "Aunt Wen, you mean, you sold a movie ticket for 118 yuan?"

"What? It's 118 million yuan!"

"...!"

Luck is something that probably extends in a wavy line. The so-called extremes of things must reverse, the so-called bottoming out...

After a day of unlucky Lin Nianhe, he suddenly got good news on this early morning when he wanted to make a fool of himself.

Almost instantly, she calculated how much money she could get - eighty-eight thousand, five hundred yuan.

Now is the time when she is at her poorest and most money-hungry, so this [-] yuan is undoubtedly a timely gift.

"Aunt Wen, do you want to consider scheduling more shows?" Lin Nianhe's eyes were astonishingly bright, and he suggested enthusiastically, "Or extend the screening time?"

"I will have a meeting to discuss this with everyone," Aunt Wen said with a smile, "I just want to tell you first so that you and Xiaosi can rest assured."

"Thank you Aunt Wen!" Lin Nianhe patted his heart, "Your call was so timely. I was really worried to death."

Although she is worried about the luck slot.

But Aunt Wen's phone call also told her the truth - people will not always be unlucky.