There is no straight road, and you will definitely get lost if you try to find it on your own, so why don't I take you there hungry?"

She was already hungry, so Wang Zixu was naturally embarrassed to trouble her and declined modestly. But the poet seemed determined to let him accept the favor, and took him to Chongwen Tower while his stomach growled. Wang Zixu declined again and again, and finally decided

When the poet went to have breakfast, the poet came back again. The cafeteria no longer provided breakfast, so she could only lead the way hungry.

The two of them chatted and walked side by side on the road. They passed many students from Nanjing University along the way, and people looked at them sideways from time to time.

Wang Zixu deliberately dressed more solemnly today, wearing a suit jacket and new leather shoes. Although he was quite stylish, it did not fit in with the campus style. He was walking with a girl with ice-cold muscles and jade bones, which was a bit inappropriate in itself.

, not to mention she is quite a celebrity in school.

Wang Zixu said: "You talk more than before."

"Do you hate it?"

"No. I'm just stating the fact."

After a pause, Wang Zixu continued: "People are more lively than before."

This is also a statement of facts. What Wang Zixu wants to say is that the image of the poet is different. If she were in the Wenwen Club base, she would chew gum coldly, sneer, and say nothing, but now she smiles warmly,

His face was still powdery.

"Of course, it's the normal student mode in school. Before, in the base, there were too many strangers around, so I had to be more vigilant. Now I can relax a little bit."

Hearing this, Wang Zixu felt a little apologetic. From the poet's perspective - she was 1.65 meters tall - the base was surrounded by a bunch of big men, including not only strong men lifting irons, but also wretched otakus.

There is a fire-breathing mechanical Tyrannosaurus rex, and there is a girl killer—Zixu herself. Of course she should be more vigilant.

After finishing speaking, the poet turned around and asked: "What image did I have in your mind before?"

Wang Zixu said: "It's rather aloof."

The poet chuckled. He was very happy.

Fortunately, they didn't run into the group of people who had just confessed their love, and they arrived at Chongwen Tower without any danger.

It is said that this is one of the oldest buildings in Nanjing University. It is square and square like a matchbox. Looking inside, there is an indoor basketball court. There is a white sign at the door that says "Graduate Student Registration Point Entrance".

The poet only glanced inside, then turned around and said, "I won't go in, Lu Qingxuan is inside."

"who?"

"All you need to know is that she is a girl from a rich family who knows nothing about anything."

Wang Zixu was confused when he heard this. At this moment, a boy came out of the building and looked around. He ran over and said:

"Du Kezhu, Lu Qingxuan wants you to come in."

The poet rolled his eyes at the boy, ignored him, and walked away.

Wang Zixu sighed, this attitude is just right.

The boy touched his head, felt a little embarrassed towards Wang Zixu, and whispered: "Are you and Du Kezhu together? Lu Qingxuan will ask later, can you explain?"

Wang Zixu patted him on the shoulder and said that people can be used as tools by others, but they must never use themselves as tools.

Then he walked into Chongwen Building with the boy's dull eyes.

The basketball court on the first floor is divided into two by several large cardboard boxes. Outside are people queuing up, and inside are the staff responsible for postgraduate registration - they are called staff, but in fact they are college students who have been called in to help.

Mainly composed of student union members, it is a natural free labor force. Wang Zixu has done this job before, so he knows it well.

Walking into the room, there was a pretty girl sitting in the middle, with jet black hair like clouds. She was wearing a Letmoe jacket on her upper body, a pleated skirt on her lower body and a slightly translucent and thick black pantyhose by Balenciaga. Her eyebrows were stern.

Looking forward to the cold.

"Where is Du Kezhu? Didn't Du Kezhu come?"

The girl stared at Wang Zixu, who shook his head. The girl stretched out her hand and said, "Then you come in first, and I'll examine you first."
Chapter completed!