"You can play with the third brother in the next game, I'll go to the teaching staff building."

"Hey? It's just now, why are you leaving? Boss, Boss!"

There are very few people in the faculty building. The professor looks not very old last year. He looks like he is in his fifties and is wearing a very orthodox suit. It seems that he has just come down from a meeting and sees Feng Xuan coming in. He continues the phone and raises his hand to signal.

He sat down.

Feng Xuan came more often, so he was not so restrained, so he sat on the sofa opposite his desk.

"Look at me, I've been busy these days and don't even have time to drink water." The professor hung up the phone and showed a sign-like smile: "I have another speech later, and I'll fly to Guangzhou tonight..."[

Feng Xuan was already accustomed to the professor being busy all day long like a top. He took out the sorted information from the file bag, handed it over, and said, "Professor, this is what you asked me to do a few days ago."

"You've finished?" The professor showed a hint of surprise on his face. He took it over and flipped it over, nodding from time to time: "Well, it's not bad, it's not bad."

Feng Xuan smiled and said nothing, and someone knocked on the door outside.

The professor said without raising his head: "Enter."

Then, the refreshed man walked in. He put his coat on one arm and his other hand in his pants pocket. Unlike ordinary graduate students, he showed a sense of elegance in his every move. That was

A temperament that can only be developed through the precipitation of time.

Not as ostentatious as he was when playing basketball, his narrow eyes were blocked by a pair of golden-edged glasses, making him look quite like a successful business person.

At this time, there was a clear smile on the professor's face: "You kid finally come, sit down." Yu Luo said to Feng Xuan who was still drinking tea: "This is what I often mention to you.

Tang Yan, your senior brother.”

"Senior Brother." Feng Xuan put the teacup in his palm and raised his eyes slightly. His eyes were as calm as water. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if the wind was rippling. His whole body seemed to be radiant, even though he was sitting like Tang Yan.

Such an oppressive person is not inferior at all.

Tang Yan looked at him with his eyes down, without saying a word, and nodded slightly.

The two people, one sitting and the other standing, have completely different temperaments, but they are equally dazzling.

The professor looked at the two students who made him most proud with pride in his eyes. He took a sip of tea and pointed at Tang Yan: "Feng Xuan has a graduation thesis, please help me watch and change it.

I can't get some time off."

"Okay." Tang Yan always had a flawless smile on his face, like a successful person on TV.

The professor nodded with appreciation, and he looked down at the watch on his wrist: "It's time for my speech, so you two will get familiar with each other first."

After saying that, the professor put down the teacup, held the briefcase, picked up the documents and left the office, and walked in a hurry as if his butt was burning.

In this way, two people were left in the office looking at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Quiet.

Quiet as water.

I could only faintly hear footsteps in the corridor and the sound of basketballs entering the frame on the playground.

With such close contact, Tang Yan's oppressive aura is stronger than before.[

Feng Xuan looked down at his briefcase. He was wearing a beige sweater today with a deep V-neck. Whenever he had any movement, he showed his flow.

The smooth neckline and the delicate collarbone, and the slender fingers hit the folder. His movements were as elegant as humans, but they were like a human being.

Abnormal, hard to get close.

Tang Yan glanced at him easily, blew the tea in his hand, and raised his eyebrows at Feng Xuan: "What is your mentor?"

"Zhang Furong." Feng Xuan curled his lips, his always cold thin lips with a little annoyance.

Zhang Furong, nicknamed Sister Furong, speaks more and does less. As long as someone sends the paper and does not allow students to correct it ten or eight times, he will generally not be willing to do it.

Tang Yan looked at Feng Xuan with a glimmer of light, and he didn't know whether he was sympathizing or gloating.

He took out a pen from his shirt pocket, pulled a piece of 4k white paper on the desk, and wrote it in a slick way.

The pen has a beautiful appearance, made of blue and white porcelain, which is very suitable for Tang Yan's temperament.

His handwriting is well written through the back of paper and the iron strokes are horizontally drawn, giving people a strong and arrogant feeling.

"You buy it back in the country, especially Garfield's book "Subversion Performer: The New Hero of Business". You can learn from the contents when writing your paper. Professor Zhang likes to read his words very much." Tang Yan

He said lightly, and arranged in an orderly manner how to write a paper in economic management. His voice was very low and he couldn't hear the original sound quality, but it was quite metal, as if it was filled with a mix.

The other party’s explanation was very good, and sometimes he would stop and look at Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan listened without moving and expressed his opinions in a timely manner.

The two of them unexpectedly had similar interests and did not have the embarrassment of chatting for the first time. Instead, because of the same arguments, they chatted for more than an hour without knowing it, and the professor had not come back yet.

Feng Xuan looked at the dark outside and began to worry that Aguai, who had not eaten at home, was still worried.

"What?" Tang Yan saw his hesitation and stopped talking about the topic of the paper.

Feng Xuan put away the 4k white paper and smiled warmly: "There is a guy at home waiting for dinner. I'm afraid that it will be too late to go back, and it will be noisy again."

"Is that right?" Tang Yan took his eyes back, his thick eyelashes covered his eyes, and his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, making people unable to see any expression.

Feng Xuan only saw his index finger tightening with the pen, and saw him stand up, his clothes were very elegant: "Since someone is waiting at home, then go back soon."

"Yes." Feng Xuan wrapped his scarf around his neck and looked at Tang Yan with dark eyes: "Thank you, senior brother today."

Tang Yan showed a faint smile on his lips, and his voice was low: "You're welcome."

Feng Xuan listened to his voice, for some reason, and felt a little familiar in his heart...[

When I got home from school, Aguai was lying at the door, his big head hung on the floor, his tail was shaking, his body was golden and proud.

Seeing him coming back, he whispered, ran to the kitchen like a joyful look, picked out his own small flower pot, and then looked at Feng Xuan with a pair of round eyes: "Wang, Wang!"

Feng Xuan touched its head guiltily, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

First wash the rice and put it in the rice cooker.

Then he opened the refrigerator and looked at the dishes. Finally he took potatoes, peppers, carrots and beef.

Feng Xuan's cooking skills are not good or bad, but he has been doing it since he moved out of his home in his second year of high school.

He likes spicy food and always puts red peppers in every dish.
Chapter completed!