Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 695: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Half an hour later.

The black Maybach slowly stopped at the entrance of Lanting Villa.

Pei Zhaoye placed his slender fingers on the steering wheel, and glanced at the new access control system of the residential area, with his eyebrows slightly raised: "Do you live here?"

There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

Although Lanting Villa is not ranked among the high-end residential areas, it is newly built and close to Ningbo University, so it is not affordable for ordinary people.

Song Yuesheng unbuckled his seat belt, tilted his head to look at him, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Master, instead of doubting this, why not check how many scholarships Song Yuesheng, a sophomore in bioengineering, has received and how many games he has won."

"The bonus may not be enough to buy a house..." She pushed open the car door quickly, "but it's enough to pay the rent."

The car door was halfway closed when Song Yuesheng suddenly stopped.

"By the way. Remember to approve the friend request and I'll send you the class schedule."

Pei Zhaoye frowned: "Class schedule?"

"There are fewer single-week classes this week, and more double-week classes next week. There are more double-week classes next week. If I'm not busy, I'll go to the Management Department to find you."

"Find me?"

"Dating." Song Yuesheng looked at him helplessly, "Pei Zhaoye, before you state your conditions, can you do some research? See how college couples get along?"

"Although marriage is the norm for a young man like you, you are my boyfriend now, you can't treat me like this."

Pei Zhaoye suddenly felt very troubled.

Marriage is indeed worry-free.

Everyone lives their own life and does not interfere with each other.

Now I have to look up information and I can’t be perfunctory.

"Dong dong dong."

The sound of tapping on glass interrupted his thoughts.

When I lowered the car window, Song Yuesheng's returning figure came into view.

"Did you leave something behind?"

Song Yuesheng: "Open the car door first."

Pei Zhaoye frowned and opened it.

It's really troublesome that I can't even speak clearly.

The moment the car door was unlocked, a soft body suddenly crashed into his arms. Pei Zhaoye subconsciously reached out to catch it, and his palm touched the delicate fabric of her waist.

"Cuddle before bed."

Song Yuesheng said softly, her lips feeling slightly cool as they brushed against his cheek.

"Good night, my..." She paused deliberately, "boyfriend."

The three words turned into warm airflow and penetrated into his suddenly tightened earlobes.

Pei Zhaoye's breathing stagnated.

The girl has already left, but the fragrance left in her hair lingers.

He looked at her back as she walked into the unit door, and his tongue unconsciously licked her canine teeth.

like……

It's not that troublesome.

"Yeah." He responded in a low voice, his voice was too hoarse to be true. "Good night."

The Maybach didn't start.

Pei Zhaoye took out his phone, and the moment the screen lit up, a new friend request quietly lay in the notification bar.

[Question Solver (Exam Liberation Edition)] requests to add you as a friend.

The note column says: My boyfriend’s exclusive schedule~

He stared at the tilde for a long time, his thumb hovering above the "pass" button, and did not put it down until he saw a light suddenly light up in a window on the tenth floor.

……

The lights in the laboratory were cold, white and bright, illuminating every instrument in great detail.

Song Yuesheng tapped the keyboard a few times with his fingertips, adjusted the parameters, and then pressed the start button neatly.

The PCR machine makes a slight "beep" sound and starts running the program.

She sighed barely audibly.

The inconvenience of the original owner's excellent academic performance is that the teachers in the school will suddenly assign you experiments that you don't know what they are.

For example, when she returned home the night before, she suddenly received a message from a subject teacher asking her to join this experimental group which was basically composed of prospective graduates. This was a big trouble.

She.

A student of acting.

Now I'm hanging around in the biology laboratory every day.

Although I have systematically studied similar majors in other worlds, the settings of each world are different, and what I have learned is difficult to communicate.

She would rather record data like her freshman classmates than be assigned to small experiments that require hands-on practice.

Song Yuesheng stretched her arms, turned to the freshman girl who had been standing on the right side, watching her do the experiment, and softened her voice.

“Have you recorded the data?”

"Remember, remember it!"

The schoolgirl hurriedly raised the tablet in her hand, and the screen was filled with Song Yuesheng's oral experimental records.

Song Yuesheng glanced at it, nodded, and circled a few key data points. "Check these values ​​again and compare them with yesterday's."

When the laboratory door was pushed open, Song Yuesheng was bending over to observe the microscope.

She didn't notice the commotion at the door; her entire attention was focused on the stained cell image in the eyepiece.

It was not until she heard an unusual inhalation behind her that she frowned slightly and stood up.

"what happened?"

She turned and asked, then froze.

Pei Zhaoye stood at the door of the laboratory, his black shirt making his skin look cold and pale, like a painting suddenly breaking into this world filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Everyone in the laboratory stopped what they were doing and looked at this "uninvited guest".

Song Yuesheng felt that he might not come to see her, and she was really busy now and had no time to pay attention to him, so she quickly withdrew her gaze and continued to observe the cell images.

Seeing her ignoring him like this, Pei Zhaoye strode towards her.

"Song Yuesheng, is this the experiment you said you were busy with all night yesterday?"

He first went to the School of Biological and Medical Engineering and asked students passing by before finding this place.

"Oh, looking for Xiao Song." The boy with glasses pushed his glasses up and answered too naturally, "She has no classes these two days and is in the bioengineering lab."

"It's right opposite the teaching building. Turn right at the end of the third floor. It's marked Group 4." Another boy added, without even asking what he wanted to do with Song Yuesheng.

The feeling of being excluded made Pei Zhaoye feel stuffy in his chest.

This feeling became even stronger after seeing her doing the experiment just now.

Focus and confidence.

It's hard to look away

"Don't go."

Pei Zhaoye suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his slender arms, and trapped Song Yuesheng between the experimental table and himself.

His voice dropped a few notes uncontrollably: "I want to see how you conduct experiments until midnight."

The air around him seemed to freeze.

Song Yuesheng could feel that everyone in the laboratory was looking at them.

She took a deep breath, looked up into Pei Zhaoye's eyes, and discovered that the shadows cast by his eyelashes under the light concealed a hint of subtle grievance.

"Before answering this question..."

Song Yuesheng glanced at the side and saw a team member hurriedly picking up a notebook, but a corner of his cell phone was vaguely exposed.

She pretended not to know, grabbed Pei Zhaoye's arm, and then moved it away forcefully.

"Pei Zhaoye, you should stop looking at those messy things. A laboratory is just a laboratory."

Pei Zhaoye understood what she meant and was about to retort that it was she who asked him to find the "homework" but he heard her say.

"Yes, I left the lab with everyone else at 9:30 last night."

She spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly.

"But after a day of classes and a long time in the lab, I really don't have the energy to see you."

Song Yuesheng paused, and suddenly smiled, "If you are so tired that you can't move even if someone calls you out."

Pei Zhaoye said in a cold and hard voice: "I am not as untrustworthy as you."

"Really?" Song Yuesheng's voice was as light as a feather brushing past. "Then stay here."