Have you ever heard of Battle Angel?

It was still early until Saturday, Cheng Cheng got up early the next morning, checked the get out of class schedule after washing up, there will be a professor's lecture, and the afternoon is still a professional class.

He looked back at Menma's nest, and found that there was no shadow of it, only a little cat hair left. It seemed that Menma had slipped out by herself again.

Cheng Cheng is not worried about it, after all, he is a bully on campus, even if the students on the side of the road meet him, they will only feed him a lot, and then beg for pets and hugs.

He turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

The lectures on campus did not require the audience to dress, but Cheng Cheng still tore off a shirt that had already been ironed, and put on a tie that looked good.

But he doesn't have any hairspray and mousse. With a head of hair that is a little messed up in sleep, he can't get rid of that dull hair even if he strokes it with water. He can only watch it curl up again helplessly.

Finally, he closed the door of the dormitory with his notebook.

Living on campus still has some advantages. For example, it is more convenient to take a bus to and from campus.

Cheng Cheng formally dressed and boarded the school bus, which attracted the attention of many people on the bus.

Although he is not as tall and handsome as Bai Hao, but he is also a refreshing and clean handsome guy. With his formal attire, he also attracts people's attention.

Cheng Cheng still likes to take the seat at the back of the campus bus, where he can watch the car slowly go away.

When Cheng Cheng arrived, there were still more than 20 minutes before the start of the lecture. He found a seat near the front and sat down, opened his notebook, waited for a while, and then felt a little bored.

This meeting room is different from the last postgraduate mobilization meeting. The whole meeting room looks bigger. There is an independent lecture table on the stage. The big red characters on the LED show the theme of this time. The surrounding seats are surrounded by 180 degrees. The red sofa seats, each seat can pop up a small portable table, where Cheng Cheng's computer is placed.

But the number of people who came to listen to the lecture was less than that of the last postgraduate mobilization meeting.

More students came in groups, they looked like freshmen and sophomores.

With Cheng Cheng sitting so far in front, no one approached. The students sat in the back row one after another and started playing with their phones.

The most surprising thing is that a conference room has a wireless network, which led to a professor on the stage giving a speech, and all the students below were watching their mobile phones for fun.

Cheng Cheng waited for a while, seeing that the meeting might need to be delayed, so he turned on his mobile phone and browsed the website that Bai Hao sent him last time.

He is still very interested in this video site, even after what happened last time.

After watching so much, the website also recommended some videos to him according to his interests, first of all, some video teachings of Overwatch or the wonderful moments of well-known anchors.

Because Cheng Cheng played Sombra yesterday, he read a lot of teaching videos about the hero Sombra.

At present, some competitions have used the black shadow routine, and there are really few other related videos. I don't know how Bai Hao knew the idea of ​​this routine.

Probably because he knew that it was not good for him to be playing with his mobile phone at this critical moment, when Cheng Cheng was patted on the shoulder, he jumped up and hid his mobile phone guiltily.

When he saw that there was only a person standing outside the corridor next to him, he looked in surprise and jumped up when he touched it for some reason.

Cheng Cheng breathed out, it turned out that he was sitting at the end of the row, and if anyone wanted to sit in, he had to wait for him to put away his notebook before he could come in.

He hurriedly stood up with his notebook in his arms, and then gave way to the boy.

But he didn't expect that he still had a mobile phone on his body. When he stood up, the mobile phone fell to the ground in a daze, making a violent impact.

Cheng Cheng: ...

He seemed to hear a broken voice.

Cheng Cheng wanted to get his mobile phone, but he was still holding a computer on his body, so he was clumsy and almost fell on the boy.

"Excuse me!"

There are seats at the front and back, and there is always a place for support so that the two of them do not fall to the ground.

The boy smiled, supported Cheng Cheng, bent down, picked up his phone and returned it to him.

"Thank you." Cheng Cheng took the phone and took a look. The screen was still on, and it stayed on the interface he just saw, that is, there were a few cracks in the center of the lower right corner of the phone, and the broken screen debris could still be felt. .

Cheng Cheng was still a little distressed, and the boy was a little curious when he saw it: "Hey, are you playing Overwatch too?"

It seemed that he said this because he saw Cheng Cheng's video. Cheng Cheng looked up and looked at the boy openly.

He is also wearing a white windbreaker. He is tall but a little thin. He wears glasses with metal frames. In this atmosphere, he looks more like a scholar. His outfit is much lighter than Cheng Cheng's, so he brought a pad.

His whole demeanor also seemed much more mature than Cheng Cheng's, as if Cheng Cheng was his junior.

Cheng Cheng glanced at his mobile phone, and replied sullenly, "En."

Seeing his mobile phone, the boy was a little embarrassed: "Your mobile phone can't be used, I'm really sorry, I'll pay you one."

In the end, it was Cheng Cheng's own problem. How could he let others pay for it? He quickly said, "No, no, it's fine."

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then Cheng Cheng said, "Do you want to come in and sit?"

The boy realized that they were still busy in the corridor outside the seat, so he nodded and walked in.

As soon as he came in, the boy sat down next to Cheng Cheng, and chatted with Cheng Cheng about Overwatch with great interest: "I haven't met a classmate from the same school who plays Overwatch like me, what major are you in? "

Cheng Cheng didn't want to talk to him too much, but this boy was too familiar, and he asked Cheng Cheng's game ID very enthusiastically, asking to add friends to rank together.

Cheng Cheng said slowly, "It seems to be about to start."

This interrupted the boy's babbling.

The lecture was indeed about to start, but for the boys, he just wanted them to gather the number of people because the school appointed them to attend the lecture, and it didn't seem to matter whether they listened or not.But when he saw Cheng Cheng taking notes seriously, he couldn't help but opened his pad and recorded a few words.

But soon he became drowsy, couldn't help but click on his pad, took a photo of Cheng Cheng's serious appearance, and sent it to his dormitory group.

Zuiwo: [Picture] [Picture] I met a junior in hall A, have you seen it?What is his major?

Soon friends gave Zuiwo a reply.

Brother Longli: I'll go, so you went to a lecture on behalf of our dormitory and still hooked up with someone?

Sister Longli: She looks quite young, maybe a freshman junior.

Zuiwo: I guess so, but I don’t know which major and class?

Chun Yutang: [Khan] I'll go, some people bring a notebook to take notes in such a boring lecture?

October: Are you interested in him?I can help you find out which majors are freshmen who have been designated to attend the lecture this time.

Zuiwo: Thank you!

I have to say that the roommates are pretty awesome. Ever since he told his roommates about his sexual orientation and expressed that he was not interested in them, these roommates not only had no opinion on him, but also helped him introduce his partner and ratified him. .

They are simply the best roommates in the world!

He Fan thought happily, and couldn't help but glance at Cheng Cheng.

But how could he have imagined that when he glanced at him, Cheng Cheng just looked over and caught his eyes squarely.

"Hey hey hey..."

He Fan smiled embarrassedly, and wondered if his expression just now was too obscene, so don't leave a bad impression on this junior.

But Cheng Cheng couldn't help but make a noise, because there were only the two of them nearby, and He Fan's small movements were like fiddling in front of his eyes, and it was impossible not to attract his attention.

"Can you be more serious." Cheng Cheng said seriously, "At least respect the teacher on stage, okay?"

But the teacher on the stage didn't mind at all, he talked as if there was no one else, without any thought of interacting with his classmates.

He Fan didn't dare to say it so truthfully, he just shrank his neck and lowered his head in shame.

And so on for the next hour.

At the end, the conference hall, which had been silent for a long time, finally gave out warm applause, not because of how good the professor's speech was, but because the suffering was finally over.

The students sitting in the back left the conference hall one after another. When He Fan thought that Cheng Cheng was about to pack up and leave, he saw that he put his notebook in his backpack, stood up, and walked towards the stage slowly. The old professor who stumbled off the podium walked over.

He Fan just wanted to stop his hand, so it stopped in the air, and then looked left and right. Fortunately, no one saw the embarrassing scene.

It has to be said that even if there are boring students like He Fan who just come to collect numbers, there are also students like Cheng Cheng who are eager to learn. Those few people surrounded the professor, probably discussing those boring math problems again.

He Fan felt a little dizzy, but he persisted.

At this time, his roommate came over, that is, October when the group was full, wearing a black uniform, and said coldly in his ear: "This lecture is all students majoring in management accounting, but One of my seniors told me that this person is not actually a freshman."

He Fan became refreshed when he heard the news, raised his head and asked, "Then he is our professional? Why have I never seen him?"

"No." In Shiyue, Qu Han spat out words that horrified He Fan, "He is not a college student at all."

"He's a graduate student now, you should call him Senior Brother."

He Fan: Clam?

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Bai Hao: It's my brother, thank you.