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Sometimes Fang Congyuan often has a strange perception, probably because she can feel the passage of time. If this is the case, then someone must have secretly set her clock forward a few minutes, otherwise why is it always not enough?
This weird idea suddenly popped up when she stepped out of the art room again.
This art studio is located near the east gate of Qiong University. It was originally opened for some art candidates. She is the only college student in the studio.
Although she paid a "significant" tuition fee and took a few introductory art classes, she had little success.
¡°At least now she can only mechanically recite some book knowledge about Impressionism and Fauvism, but she is still at the stage of standing still in terms of painting appreciation.
Studying art made her begin to doubt her talent and IQ.
After returning from the studio in a hurry, I didn¡¯t have a moment to spare. I went to the cafeteria to eat a few bites of lunch and then rushed to the library to prepare for the battle.
The sky outside the window is blue. Since autumn, Qionghai City has not had such a clear blue sky for a long time.
After Fang Congyuan carefully reviewed his professional notes again, he picked up his mobile phone and planned to practice listening.
The interviews at the Department of Finance at Yanda are very special. They require answers in English throughout the process. Maybe it¡¯s because most of the professors are returnees with Ph.D.s, or maybe it¡¯s to keep up with the internationalization process.
??At least for the candidates who are preparing for the exam, the difficulty has increased a lot.
When I opened my phone, there were several WeChat messages as usual. In addition to the greetings from Gao Yang, there was actually a message from Zheng Lan: [How are you doing with your football skills? ¡¿
The message was sent in the morning, almost three hours ago.
Fang Congyuan hesitated for a few seconds, and then replied honestly: [Sorry, Sister Lan, I disappoint you. I haven't practiced since I came back. ¡¿
Almost half a minute later, there was a reply from the other side: [It is not good to say it but not do it. ¡¿
It was a very serious reply, with a hint of reprimand in it, and it revealed a hint of intimacy. But for two people who are almost acquaintances, such an intimate attitude is still somewhat inappropriate.
Fang Congyuan was not sure what she was thinking, so he pondered over the reply and explained: [I have been preparing for exams recently and really don¡¯t have time to practice. ¡¿
Zheng Lan: [No rest? ¡¿
Before Fang Congyuan could reply, she quickly sent another message: [I¡¯ll have someone pick you up and come over to play billiards to combine work and rest]
If someone else had done this, Fang Congyuan would inevitably have a physiological disgust that "comes and goes away as soon as you call her", but Zheng Lan feels more like the sister next door to her.
Especially, there is a high possibility that this is a powerful sister next door, so Fang Congyuan only hesitated for a few seconds before returning a smile.
Zheng Lan¡¯s way of ¡°picking up people¡± was very special. When Fang Congyuan got the call and rushed to get a car outside the school gate, she realized that she had actually called a Didi to pick her up.
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Zheng Lan should have told her that Fang Congyuan had just entered the billiards club, and before Zheng Lan's name could be reported, the front desk lady led her to a private room.
When she walked in, Zheng Lan was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, with the music turned on. Seeing her figure, Zheng Lan immediately put away her phone, frowned and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
¡°There was a bit of a traffic jam on the road just now.¡± Fang Congyuan replied with a smile as he placed his bag on the sofa.
Zheng Lan then saw the bag she was carrying and asked in surprise, "What do you have in this bag? Is it so big?"
"Nothing, just a few books."
Zheng Lan raised her eyebrows slightly, looked away from the cloth bag, took the club on the side and handed it over, smiling and teasing, "If I had known you were working so hard, I would have called the others over."
She said lightly while using Jock to sharpen the club, "I don't know what's happened recently. I've been doing nothing for too long. I seemed to have found the value of life when I became your teacher last time. I'm still not satisfied."
It was in a very self-deprecating tone, and she even raised her eyebrows and smiled while speaking. Fang Congyuan couldn't accept her words at all, so he had no choice but to smile along with her.
The two chatted for a while, and Zheng Lan explained in detail the snooker skills he taught last time, and then corrected Fang Congyuan's grip posture and hitting movements step by step.
She was very serious in explaining everything, and even Fang Congyuan had to admit that Zheng Lan was probably really bored.
 Feeling "abrupt" and stunned, he curled one hand into a fist, put it to his lips and coughed, as if to hide his embarrassment.
Fortunately, she quickly retracted her gaze and focused on the phone screen again.
This is a main road. The waiting time for the red light has just passed. Dozens of cars immediately swarmed up. Zheng Yuan hurriedly turned the steering wheel to turn right and drove towards the road leading to the suburbs.
But when he turned, Zheng Yuan saw a Bentley parked in front of the intersection with a glance from the corner of his eye. There was nothing special about the model, but the license plate number ending in 88 was very familiar.
As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, Zheng Yuan quickly made a half-turn and turned directly in front of the intersection.
After the Audi A6 crossed the crowded street, Zheng Yuan noticed a man standing next to the sports car. He was holding the car door with one hand and covering his stomach with the other hand. He seemed to be very uncomfortable.
Although it was just a blurry figure from behind, Zheng Yuan recognized the man at just one glance.
After turning off the car and parking it on the side of the road, Zheng Yuan whispered, "Wait a minute," and then got out of the car and walked towards the man.
Through the dark car window, Fang Congyuan could only vaguely see the slightly stooped figure in front of her, and then Zheng Yuan's body walking over, perfectly blocking her view.
It was a bit far away, and Fang Congyuan couldn't see clearly, so he simply withdrew his sight and continued to focus on the hearing at hand. But she sat quietly in the car and waited for almost ten minutes, and Zheng Yuan still showed no sign of coming back.
Fang Congyuan thought for a moment, opened the door and walked over. Before she even got close, she could already smell a sour smell from a distance, and the sour smell was mixed with a hint of alcohol. To be honest, it smells really bad.
It seems that the person vomited.
With a little success in mind, Fang Congyuan immediately stopped her progress, raised her eyes and looked around. There happened to be a convenience store not far away, and she ran straight over.
Although the convenience store was quite small, it was well-equipped. Fang Congyuan quickly found honey and disposable paper cups under the clerk's instructions. She subconsciously picked a bottle of the cheapest honey on the shelf and went to the counter to pay. .
As if she suddenly woke up, she immediately went back and replaced it with a bottle of the most expensive honey. Not only that, she even reluctantly replaced the paper towels with the most expensive one.
After paying the bill, Fang Congyuan whispered to the clerk and asked the clerk to provide two cups of warm water and drink the honey he just bought.
Because she was holding two glasses of water in her hands, it took her almost three or four minutes to walk the short distance of a few dozen meters.
Zheng Yuan was helping the man with his back to her, so he didn't see her approaching until a soft voice sounded from behind him, "If you're drunk, drink some honey water. It can relieve some pain."
Hearing this, he immediately turned around and saw a woman who was only as tall as his shoulders holding two glasses of water and looking at him with a smile.
Before he could say anything, she smiled slightly and said, "If your stomach is not good, just drink some warm water."
After saying that, she handed over the two paper cups in her hands, generously.
The man who had been lowering his head and covering his stomach finally raised his head. His brows were high and his eye sockets were deep. It was Wang Haikun who Zheng Lan said was already on a business trip.
The pure smile on Fang Congyuan's face paused for a few seconds. While she was stunned, Wang Haikun had already asked in a deep voice, "Which cup is warm water?"
He spoke in a very low voice. I don¡¯t know if it was because he was feeling unwell or if he had this depressive tone to begin with.
Fang Congyuan pursed his lips and handed over the paper cup on his right. Wang Haikun took the paper cup with one hand, raised his head and drank all the warm water in the cup.
He drank so fast that a few drops of water rolled down the corners of his lips, and soon fell on his Adam's apple, which was rolling up and down.
Fang Congyuan immediately lowered his head, the innocent smile on his face faded a bit, and the dimples on his cheeks were looming. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com