Ye Qiaolu looked at Ye Jing strangely.

Ye Zhi has always been calm and calm. She has never seen him lose his composure.

She was about to ask, but suddenly she understood.

Just as she had a girl's worries, Ye Jing also had a teenager's relationship when she grew up. Maybe he, like her, didn't like to see his underwear. When she grew up, he also grew up. They all have little secrets.

Thinking of this, Ye Qiaolu smiled, "I won't change rooms."

"Don't you like taking baths?" When she lived at his house at the age of nine, she once said that there was a large bathtub in her big house, and she liked to soak it in it.

She has never spent any more time in a big house since she lost her.

"Shower also has the fun of showering. It's big and comfortable to wash." She was moved and suddenly held his hand, "Ye Jing, you are a good person."

Since he was young, he gave in to her. Now that he lives in a house, he has to change the bathtub to take a bath. Why is he so kind? She is worried that he will be bullied by bad people.

Ye Jing could tell from her pity eyes what she was thinking. He didn't break away and let her hold it.

Ye Qiaolu quickly let go of her hands. Her palms were prone to sweating, and with this grip, the sweat had stuck to his palms.

She guessed that he was going to wash his hands.

Sure enough, Ye Jing passed by her, opened the door of the master bedroom, and then closed it. After that, there was a vague sound of water in the room.

Ye Qiaolu looked at the door handle of the master bedroom.

Ye Jing didn't seem to have to take out the key to open the door...

Her thoughts were confirmed. He really didn't want her to break into the room rashly, so he lied to her to lock the door. It seemed that the boy's worries were also many secrets.

Or there are colorful underwear...

Ye Jing took a shower, and when he came out again, Ye Qiaolu was flipping through books in the room.

She didn't have the habit of closing the door at home, nor did she have it now.

He stood outside the door and knocked.

She turned around, "When will you give me some lessons?" She raised the book in her hand.

"It's past ten o'clock, go to bed early. There's no class tomorrow morning, I'll make up for you." Ye Jing's hair was half dry, and he grabbed it in a mess, reducing his usual indifference.

The V-neck of his home T-shirt is relatively large, revealing half of the clavicle socket, which is neither flat nor narrow, and has a moderate depth. There is also a water droplet at the nest.

The clear clavicle lines extend from the outer part into the T-shirt, looming.

If Zhu Caicai was present, she would definitely scream.

But what Ye Qiaolu thought of at this time was: "What should I eat tomorrow morning?"

"Porridge." His attitude became cold, "You get up early tomorrow and cook rice. You don't have to pay for the rice, just do your best."

She nodded and agreed, and she felt at ease if she had food. Then she put down the book, "I'm going to take a shower, too."

"Yeah." Ye Jing turned around and entered the master bedroom.

He is not closing this time.

Ye Qiaolu took a look inside when she went out with her home clothes.

I didn't see colorful underwear.

Only green quilts and bed sheets.

She didn't dare to look at him too much, for fear of seeing his secret and making him unhappy.

Ye Qiaolu took a beautiful hot bath.

Her previous dormitory was a solar water heater. It was so hot on sunny days, but there was no difference between the temperature of the tap water on cloudy days.

It's still comfortable at home.

She walked out of the bathroom with her hair tied and wearing short-sleeved shorts. "Yejing, can I use your washing machine?"

"Yeah." He responded.

Seeing her white arms and thighs exposed, he closed the door.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qiaolu reminded herself that she would lock the door when she was sleeping at night.

The next morning, both of them got up early.

After breakfast, Ye Qiaolu's tutoring began.

What Ye Jing didn't expect at this time was that the silly girl in front of her face, ten years later, was in the downturn in the construction industry, faced difficulties and created her own honor and glory.

At that moment, the first person Ye Qiaolu was grateful to was Ye Jing, who introduced her into the building gate.

It was him who told her that architecture is just a container, and its core content is humanities.

----

The first lesson of the afternoon was the principles of architectural design.

The leaf diameter and the leaf green are separated.

Ye Qiaolu stepped into the teaching building of the School of Architecture and was photographed from behind.

She was startled and turned her head.

The T-rue he was carrying almost hit Zou Xiang.

After he flashed by, he smiled gracefully, "Ye Qiaolu? I remember you were called this name."

She nodded and said, "That... you scared me just now."

"Oh, sorry." Zou Xiang's smile faded, "It seems that I apologize when I meet you."

"It's okay." Since he apologized, she didn't mind.

If the classmates meet like this, they will naturally be traveling with each other.

The journey to the classroom was not far, but Zou Xiang had a lot of trouble. "You don't look like a sophomore." Her face was round and she looked very small. Moreover, her eyes were too clear.

Ye Qiaolu smiled, "Yeah." She just thought this was a compliment.

Zou Xiang was closer to her, "We all changed majors and were not familiar with each other in life, so we will take care of each other in the future."

"Okay." She and Zou Xiang intervened halfway through, and it was really hard to make friends for a while.

"You are from City D, aren't you?" Zou Xiang's voice slightly, "It seems that most of the class can speak Cantonese, and I can't understand a single word."

"There are also many people from other provinces." The architecture of H University, the number of people from other provinces and the provinces is half and half. The usual communication language is still Mandarin.

"Oh, I still want to learn some local language." Zou Xiang's voice became more and more magnetic, "Do you have time to teach me a few words?"

"Okay." Ye Qiaolu felt that his voice was very suitable for reciting prose in the late night and people were silent. There was an inexplicable magnetic force that attracted people's hearts.

At this time, the two had already reached the floor of the classroom. The one next to the stairs was the professional classroom of Class 1 of Architecture.

Ye Qiaolu accidentally glanced at the small terrace next to the stairs, slightly stunned.

Zou Xiang looked over and didn't care, "Let's go, I'm going to be late. The squad leader has to arrange seats for us."

"Oh..." She withdrew her gaze.

The seats of the two were arranged in the last row, with Ye Qiaolu facing the window, and Zou Xiang next to her.

Before the teacher arrived, Zou Xiang smiled and brought the stool over, "This is fate."

Ye Qiaolu thought this was so familiar, she said it yesterday.

"Look, your name is 28, mine is 18." Zou Xiang imitated Ye Qiaolu's tone yesterday and pretended to be cute, "For this fate, I'll treat you to dinner."

The girl sitting in front of Zou Xiang happened to be one of the ones who witnessed Ye Qiaolu approaching each other yesterday, named Chang Yanqiu.

Now that she heard Zou Xiang's words, she turned around.

Ye Qiaolu's quintessential name is called: Rotten, and Zou Xiang's stroke is called: even worse.

Chang Yanqiu was speechless about these two newly transferred classmates.

Ye Qiaolu shook his head at Zou Xiang.

You can't eat the Bawang meal randomly. If you are not careful, you may have problems with your meal. So far, she has only eaten and drunk with Ye Jing. This new classmate is not familiar with her, so she naturally won't agree.

Zou Xiang said: "ひどい." "Japanese: excessive."

Ye Qiaolu looked confused.

She thought this classmate was weird.

She would rather talk to Ye Jing than have dinner with the strange Zou Xiang.

----

The next class is university English, public classes, and several majors attend the classroom. The classroom is in the comprehensive teaching building.

Ye Qiaolu left the professional classroom and watched the students walk towards the stairs.

She looked at the small terrace next to the stairs and then looked for Ye Jing's figure.

But he was walking to the other side.
To be continued...