The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 370 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellion Period 74

   Evening.

   A phone call is made.

  When the phone rings for the ninth time.

   A low and distant voice came from the phone, the tone was slow and slow, like a Swiss clock, stuck on a regular point every time.

"Hello."

   Ji Ning'an this call.

   was completely beaten out by Shi Wei who was talking about it all day.

   Due to the whole week, there was no news from Shijing Nian.

   Ji Ning'an even smashed his circle of friends, and only saw him share an art exhibition - to be precise, it was shared by his assistant.

  Weekends are no different to Ji Ning'an. For two days in a row, I spent two days at home madly supplementing physics, practicing the piano at a fixed time, and taking time to paint.

   When she was a child, Ji's mother enrolled Ji Ning'an in many interest classes. She insisted on the piano, calligraphy, chess, and classical dance.

  To this day, she still remembers that she wanted to learn hip-hop, cried and begged Ji Mu for a long time, and finally was forced into the classical dance class.

   I was four or five years old at the time, and I didn’t know much about it. I just thought hip-hop was super cool and danced so beautifully. I thought wow, I must learn it.

   Now Ji Ning'an has the money to learn hip-hop by himself. Due to too many things to do, he can't spare a little time, and he doesn't have the mood of the year.

   I can't wait to split 24 hours into forty-eight hours, but I still feel that it is not enough.

   It was a little after going to bed at night. She stared at Shi Jingnian's chat page on WeChat, and was used to reading it every day, when she woke up, and before going to bed.

   She slowly typed a sentence on the almost blank chat page without sending it out.

  【Pay attention to the weather and bring rain gear. 】

   did not post.

  It was too late, I was afraid of disturbing their rest, so I had to wait until the next morning before plucking up the courage to send this news.

   No one has ever made Ji Ning'an tangled to such a degree that he considers every word.

   The other party replied at ten o'clock in the morning: [Thank you for your concern, Professor Shi is all well. 】

   Ji Ning'an was slightly relieved when she saw the news. She wanted to ask when they would come back, but she didn't.

  Shi Wei heard this and hated it: "How many days has my uncle been to Wenzhou?! Thirteen days! If you don't make a sense of existence, people will forget you!"

   "It will disturb him."

   Shi Wei was speechless: "What's wrong with a phone call? You can waste a few minutes and seconds on him. Don't be so sensitive. Listen to me and call him directly!"

   Shiwei also checked the quotations for Ji Ning'an on the Internet, how to talk to Shi Jingnian, how to provoke people just right, and wrote it on the paper for her: "Just follow what I wrote!"

  “…”

   As for Shi Wei's words, I really can't read it. If I say it, Ji Ning'an thinks Shi Jingnian might think she is a little sick.

   In the end, Ji Ning'an firmly rejected Shi Wei's words, and said that Shi Jingnian was a little busy during the day, so it would be better to call at night.

   This week of classes that started again, Shi Jingnian still hasn't come back.

  The weather in October was getting colder, especially at night, the tips of the plants seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and the leaves of the ginkgo trees turned golden, sweeping the entire playground.

   Ji Ning'an came out of the dormitory wearing headphones and sat alone on a bench in the Beijing University playground, suddenly recalling his figure standing under the street lamp that night.

  The phone screen is frozen on a string of familiar phone numbers, the most familiar and the most unfamiliar.

   She hesitated for a long time, her fingertips trembled slightly, and pressed it down.

  The street lamp reflected the faint light of the mobile phone screen, like a small cluster of burning flames, reflected in the pupils of the girls.

  She was wearing thin clothes and had been outside for a long time. Her fingertips were frozen, and she curled up slightly. She listened to the waiting voice on the phone and breathed slightly.

After    is switched on.

He says.

Hi.

   This sound of hello fell into Ji Ning'an's heart, ripples rippled round and round, and hearing his voice after thirteen days, maybe it was a long time, maybe the network was distorted, so it caused panic and heart palpitations.

   Her head was blank, but her mouth was silent. The draft of her belly was stuck in her throat, a little dry, and she didn't say a word.

   After a long pause, the other side of the phone repeated politely and calmly: "Hello."

Ji Ning'an was sitting on the bench farthest from the basketball court, and she could vaguely hear the loud noises coming from the wind, laughter and scolding and collision sounds combined into the evening breeze, but she accurately recognized the hello, as if close at hand.

   The fingers holding the phone were tight and tight, and the fingertips were a little white. She suppressed the chaotic and blank thoughts, her voice was soft, and her words were clear: "Hello, Professor Shi."

   About two seconds of silence.

   "Ning'an?"

   The voice line is calm and gentle, calling her name, for no reason, was born in the night in early October.

   It was the first time he called her that.

   Many people have called her that, but no one has ever said it like him, adding an indescribable charm.

   made her feel that the two words that were originally very ordinary have become wonderful and beautiful.

   This is really not a good omen.

   Ji Ning'an's heart beat violently: "It's me."

  Wenzhou, the top floor suite of the hotel, the elegant and large office study has a large floor-to-ceiling window, which is enough to overlook the city night view. The computer is turned on in front of the desk, and the content is about the landscape architectural design draft of the residential courtyard.

  The desk is clean and tidy, and there is a cup of mellow and bitter coffee by the left hand.

   The shirt facing the computer screen is smoky gray, cold and lazy, the tie is tied, the collar pin is strict, and the Adam's apple line rolls up and down when speaking, mature and sexy.

   His slender and distinct fingers were holding the phone, his face was cold and gentle, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, without any extra decoration, concise and abstinence.

   For this call from Ji Ning'an, Shi Jingnian was surprised for two seconds at first. He looked calm and listened to her voice: "In the playground?"

   "How do you know?" Ji Ning'an asked subconsciously.

   "I heard the voice."

   Ji Ning'an blushed a little, listening to the voice on the other side of the phone, she could fully imagine what he looked like when he spoke, with shallow brows, Yuanqing Yubang.

   she asked softly: "Are you busy now?"

   "I'm not busy." Shi Jingnian leaned back. He didn't look at the computer when he was talking to her out of courtesy. He closed the notebook with one hand, relaxed and calm, "I'm drawing."

   "What draft?"

"Landscape Design."

   Ji Ning'an silently remembered his design worth when he searched online for him, and how many zeros there were in the back. For a moment, he felt that he could take his class for free, which was so cool.

   At this moment, a shadow fell from the top of his hair. The boy was wearing a sports uniform and holding a basketball in his left arm. Standing in the dark, his facial features were handsome and his white teeth were revealed when he smiled.

   "Sister, can you add your contact information?"

   Not far away, several boys who were playing ball gathered together, all of them looked this way, wondering what they were talking about.

   (end of this chapter)