I Am the Sister of the School Grass

    Half an hour later, Yunyan finished writing the physics paper, and also wrote the composition on the English paper to practice the sense of hand and language.

    After taking a photo, send it to Yu Nan, so that he can help him when he is free.

    In the past few days, Yu Nan has written Chinese and English compositions and will also send them to Yunyan to help them revise.

    Just when Yunyan was going to ask Sister Jian Yiran what to do after the seminar.

    Yunyan's phone began to vibrate.

    The moment she saw the avatar and name displayed on 'The other party requested a call', Yunyan closed her eyes in annoyance.

    She, how did she forget Mexico!

    I forgot to message Mexico the other day.

    Yunyan felt deeply guilty, quickly connected the phone, and rushed to the bathroom.

    This room does not have a balcony, and Yunyan has just taken a shower and is wearing pajamas, so it is not suitable to go to the corridor outside.

    Only go to the bathroom first to answer the phone.

    Jian Yiran looked at the little girl's skillful and fast movements, and didn't wait for her to say, "You can make a phone call in the room, I don't mind."

    I heard the little girl blurt out, "Mexico."

    Then, under Jian Yiran's shocked gaze, the bathroom door closed.

    Jian Yiran recalled the familiar head portrait she just accidentally glanced at...

    Hurry up and open your WeChat.

    As a classmate of Moshen, when she was a freshman, Jian Yiran was still a bright little girl who didn't know 'someone else'. She had the cheek to add Moshen's WeChat.

    Fortunately, Mo Shen has not deleted his friends over the years.

    Although everyone is not in touch, they are all quietly lying in their friends list.

    When Yunyan's phone on the bed rang.

    Jian Yiran first glanced back, and at that time only thought that this head looked a little familiar.

    But in the end, the little girl Yunyan said 'Mexico'... It really exploded in Jian Yiran's heart like a flat thunder.

    Jian Yiran's hands were shaking.

    When my fingertips slide on the screen, I accidentally click on XX's WeChat several times.

    After all, Moshen's name is 'Yuanmo', and 'y' is in the penultimate position of the alphabet. She swiped four or five times before finally finding Moshen's WeChat.

    Same avatar.

     Exactly the same.

    No difference...

    And Yunyan's 'Mexico' really made Jian Yiran very sure - she felt that Mo God, who was unattainable, took the initiative to call the little girl.

    At this time, Jian Yiran didn't like the thinking ability that she had specially trained for a long time.

    She hasn't thought much yet, and her brain has begun to speculate:

     "How familiar do you have to be to make a direct phone call without sending a message to confirm that the other party is not busy?"

    The gender is still one male and one female.

    The most important point is that this boy is Mo God.

    The garden grass of Jiyuan and the flowers of Gao Ling have never had an ambiguous Moshen in four years of college.

    Jian Yiran is very sure that the two are not related in terms of work. After all, the little girl Yunyan is only in high school, so it is too early to say that she is working.

    Besides, it's ten o'clock at night!

    Totally private time.

    Jian Yiran suddenly remembered a sentence. She couldn't remember the source, nor the specific description.

    But there is no other description that fits the scene more like this sentence.

    —"Love is nothing more than making the Flower of the High Mountains... Passionate."

    Jian Yiran still remembers that when she brushed this thread on Weibo, she saw a bunch of people commenting 'Ah, fairy-like love', 'My boyfriend is like this, abstinence outside, in the house ... unspeakable'.

    She just smiled and passed.

    Love is too easy to be defeated by reality.

    A sentence of 'what's your educational background, do you have a house, do you have a car' can make a bunch of 'flowers of high mountains' retreat silently before they can show their 'passion like fire'.

    How do you know…

    She would see a flower like Moshen go to call a little girl.

    It is love! If it wasn't for love, she would have lived in vain for so many years!

    The soundproofing of the hotel bathroom was not particularly good, and Jian Yiran could even hear the helpless and frustrated apology and explanation from the little girl.

    "I'm sorry...Mexico...I'm afraid to disturb you..."

    "Classmate...you...undergraduate..."

    "I just secretly inquired a little, really, a little bit."

    I don't know what was said on the phone, the little girl's voice suddenly rose.

    "Okay! I haven't been to your computer room yet."

    "Want to go!"

    "Just take a look, really!"

    Yuan Mo on the other end of the phone is in Tsinghua's computer room, but it was originally the teacher's computer room and was relatively small. Now this computer room belongs to Yuanmo.

    Because Yuan Mo took over the national scientific research project, here is a temporary programming place for him.

    At this moment, the sixteen displays in the computer room are all running codes and instructions.

    At ten o'clock in the morning in China, Yuan Mo also forced time to call the little girl.

    He is very busy with project work here.

    After a few days of sleepless nights, eating bread when you are hungry, coffee when you are thirsty, and masochistic programming, Yuan Mo finally found a little bit of editing the main section code.

    Even so, Yuan Mo also pays attention to occasionally glance at his mobile phone...

    How could I know that Yun Yanxiao didn't send him a message for three days without a conscience.

    So he can only take the initiative to fight over. An unbearable longing was suppressed in my heart.

    If Jian Yiran knew this, she would be shocked.

    Because, the Mo God, who was like a flower in the high mountains of the courtyard, and completely unattainable, was really planted on a little girl named Fang Yunyan.

    Because I like it.

    Yunyan could perceive the exhaustion in Yuan Mo's words, she said: "Merco, if you feel tired, you can lie down or lie down on the table. If you can't sleep, I'll tell you my story. What happened in a few days, you can fall asleep while talking."

    It's like a bedtime fairy tale.

    Yuan Mo whispered 'um'.

    Yunyan began to ramble about the people and things she encountered recently.

    Mexican undergraduate classmates, foreigners who have difficulty distinguishing accents, enthusiastic little brother who always calls her "Oriental Beauty", and even a pure English debate about mathematical logic.

    Finally, Yunyan also mentioned the 'Seminar Summary' that Sister Jian Yiran mentioned.

    Yuan Mo explained in a low voice: "Well, for a seminar of this level, it is indeed necessary to take notes. Because there is a lot of content discussed every day, if you don't record it, it is likely to be mixed up. ."

    Yuan Mo didn't say, when he came to attend the seminar.

    Meet the freak Ji Xingwen, and the two of them happened to be assigned to the same room.

    At that time, the big boss always regarded him as an imaginary enemy.

     and more.

    For example, on the first night, Yuan Mo made a note summary.

    Then Ji Xingwen not only summarizes the first night, but also uses the lunch break to summarize the morning seminar at noon the next day.

    He also overlapped the notebook like the peacock opened the screen, which made people notice how diligent he was.

    At that time, Yuan Mo looked indifferent on the surface, but actually regretted drawing lots to be assigned a dormitory with this person.

    To make Mo Shen regret, the big boss is also unique.

    Yuan Mo kept and backed up all the codes while talking to Yunyan, and stood up against the desktop.

    "Where are you calling now?"

    Yunyan sat on the toilet lid and answered honestly: "Toilet."

    However, this is not the same as the public restroom. The bathroom of the hotel has a scent of orange blossom, with a touch of citrus and floral fragrance lingering.

    Yuan Mo asked again, "Have you got headphones?"

    "Here, in the bag."

    "Then put on your headphones and write the summary of today's seminar. I will tell you, but you don't understand typing and ask me."

    This will not interfere with roommates taking notes.

    Yunyan wanted to agree, but worried about Yuan Mo, "Brother Mo, why don't you go to bed first? I'm not in a hurry to take notes here, I can do my homework first."

    "It's okay, it's still a while from the office to the bedroom, enough for me to tell you."

    Yuan Mo moved his muscles and bones a bit, and needs to slow down after sitting for a long time.

    But there was no difference in his voice, and the tiredness was a little less.

    Seeing Yunyan coming out with her cell phone, Jian Yiran couldn't contain her surprise and asked, "Are you in love with Mo Shen?"

    Yunyan froze for a moment, she, she, she hasn't cut off the call yet!

    From the other end of the phone, Yuan Mo let out a low smile.

    Obviously, he heard it.

    In front of me is Mexico's college classmates, and on the other side of the phone is Mexico himself...

    The two haven't fallen in love yet, and Yunyan feels that this scene is unstoppable.

    Jian Yiran also saw that Yunyan took off her phone when she opened the door, and now put it to her ear.

    Apparently, the two are still on the phone.

    Sister Jian looked embarrassed, and secretly gave Yunyan a gesture of 'don't pay attention to me, ignore me, I'm sorry, when I don't exist'.

    Yunyan did not follow Sister Jian Yiran's gesture, but explained to her with a normal volume.

    "Me and Mexico have a marriage contract."

    Jian Yiran: "…"

    Speaking, Yunyan put her phone on the bed and didn't listen to what Mexico said.

    Instead, go to the school bag and look through your headphones, connect the Bluetooth, and put on the headphones.

    Jian Yiran: "..." Apart from silence and shock, I don't know what to say. real.

    Next, Yunyan turned the book to the end and began to write the summary of the seminar from back to front.

    According to the guidance of Mexico, starting from the first seminar that I listened to myself, the title and the speaker are written one by one.

    "The title is one of the themes of this seminar, but it does not rule out that some teachers do not talk about routines and play cards."

    The far side is indeed walking, he may have passed the basketball court, and there is the sound of passing the ball.

    He continued, "Secondly, list the points you didn't understand first, and then list the knowledge you understood one by one."

    The speed of Yunyan's summary is not concealed. Every time he finishes writing a point, he will give Mexico a response.

    The first seminar was concluded, Yuan Mo said: "I'm home."

    Yunyan immediately put down the pen and typed: "Mexico rest early."

    Jian Yiran waited for Yunyan to hang up and asked Yunyan: "...Fiancée couple?"

    Yunyan was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

    This is the truth, nothing to admit.

    Besides, Yunyan's love for Yuanmo is not the love between men and women, but even this simple love and admiration is better than Yunyan's love of Senior Brother Ji, Chengli, Yu Nan, etc. .

    Yunyan thought about it silently, brother... I can't compare my brother to Mexico.

    She felt that she seemed to understand why her brother became so irritable after seeing Mexico.

    Yunyan is a rational person, she can feel that Mexico's position in her heart is getting more and more important.

    But until now...not to the point of surpassing my brother.

    She doesn't know much about liking and missing, and she doesn't know whether the real relationship between men and women will surpass family love.

    Yunyan rubbed her forehead, she is still young, she has not figured out how to balance all this.

    Forget it, I'd better write the summary of the seminar first, and then I'll tangle about it when I have time.

    After writing the summary, Yun Yan was full of mathematics.

    After washing, she and Senior Sister Jian Yiran each lay on their own beds with a small bedside lamp.

    Jian Yiran opened her mouth, originally wanting to ask the two about their relationship.

    But these questions were never spoken out. She and the little girl had only known each other for a few days.

    I haven't gotten to the point of inquiring about people's private lives.

    Yunyan saw her action and said, "Sister is still thinking about the stability of the faber-khan inequality in the third seminar today?"

    Jian Yiran, whose mind is full of Moshen and Yunyan, are in love: "???"

    What? What inequality? What is stability?