Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 615 I only have you (42)

   It's just that after going to university, Song Jing no longer needs her care.

  The unresponsive, dull and soft little sheep that used to be, has turned into a lazy and coquettish big white cat at some point.

  Beautiful is beautiful, but after all, she is very squeamish.

  When you are happy, you will hum twice and will respond to you. If you are not happy, you will ignore it, and you will be too cold.

  In Qingdu University, the photos of such a milky-looking but extremely cold-tempered junior quickly went viral.

  Many girls know that in the latest art department, there is a junior named Song Jing who is very good-looking.

   Not only is she talented in art, but she also has a cold temper.

   Someone wants to chase after him, but why...

   Find out that Kaolin Zhihua already has a owner, who is the boyfriend and childhood sweetheart of the goddess of mathematics.

  Song Jing ignored everyone, and often went to wait for his girlfriend at the door of the mathematics department classroom after class.

  The boy who looks like a cat always leans lazily outside the classroom, waiting for someone in his pocket,

  Wait until the person is born, it will change from a cold and cold cat to a milky little sweet cat,

   held his girlfriend's hand and smiled obediently.

  The girl next to him was so heartbroken, she wished she could become the girlfriend next to him, rushing forward to rub and kiss her.

  Song Jing seldom pays attention to the outside world, so he doesn't know much about the fanaticism of girls towards him.

  Yun Si could see it, but seldom said it.

  After class, I dragged him away so as not to attract other girls to take pictures.

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  After the freshman season passed, winter soon ushered in.

   Qingdu University is located in the north, and the first snow falls at the end of November every year.

  After the first snow falls, white snow will pile up on the grass and trees on the roadside one after another, and it will not melt for a long time.

  After the snow fell, the weather became colder and colder.

  The vast white snow was blown by the wind outside the window and hit the window, as if it had left imprints of hexagonal snowflakes on it.

  The winter wind outside is very strong, dry and cold, like a knife, which can make people's faces hurt.

  The heating was turned on in the classroom, whistling, the temperature reached a warm twenty-five degrees.

  Professors are giving lectures on the top, and most of the students on the bottom have taken off their coats and are listening to the lectures in only unlined clothes.

  This class is an introduction to art history. The professor talked about dry history, which made everyone drowsy.

  By the window, the boy, as always, slept on the table, motionless.

  He took off the pure white down jacket and put it on the chair beside him,

  Only wearing a thin white turtleneck sweater and thick fleece jeans.

  The baby fat on his face faded, and his brows and eyes became clearer and brighter.

   Reflecting the white snow outside, he closed his eyes, like a big white cat basking in the sun by the window, lazily and motionless.

  Professor was eloquent on the podium, his lips were bright red, his eyelashes were black and thick, and he was sleeping peacefully.

   There is a textbook next to the table, but it has not been opened at all, and I have not even taken notes.

  A girl sitting in the row behind him looked at his back, and then looked at the notes she had carefully made.

  The pen cap was opened and closed, opened and closed again, and the mind seemed to be not on the podium at all.

  The classroom is warm and comfortable, and the environment is perfect for taking a nap.

  Everyone was drowsy, and several of them lay down on the table.

   Until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the professor on the podium said that get out of class was over, and a large piece of it fell down instantly, wilting like eggplants in the field.

  (end of this chapter)