Nightmare Attack

Wen Yan Jiangcheng's small expression immediately undergone a delicate change, from being cramped at the beginning, to worrying about being called out by name, and finally breaking his mind and breaking the pot.

"Are you skipping class?" The senior sister's experience is obviously very rich.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and said nothing.

"Why skip class?" Senior sister frowned and asked.

"I just want to come and see what the senior sister is doing." Jiang Cheng took out two cups of milk tea from behind and placed them on the table, acting cautiously, as if he was worried that the movements would be too big and annoy the senior sister.

Seeing the milk tea on the table, the elder sister opened her eyes slightly, "You are skipping class to give it away."

Jiang Cheng raised his head and glanced at the senior sister. The moment his eyes met, Jiang Cheng swiped and lowered his head again, and his cheeks were also slightly flushed.

In the next second, he stammered and said, "Senior sister, I was always me before. I'm not good. I shouldn't remind you of such terrible things."

"I have been uncomfortable since I left, and I have been wandering in the last class. When I think of you being only one person and still working here, I am worried that you will be afraid, so I just"

"I won't do it next time." Jiang Cheng lowered his head, looked at the toes of his shoes, and said in a voice that only he and the senior sister could hear.

After a while, Jiang Cheng figured that it should be almost the end, then raised his head, his ignorant eyes burst out, "Senior sister, if you don't like it, then I'll do it."

"It's all here." The senior sister pursed her lips, her eyes and voice became gentle, and her face became a little unnatural, "Then sit for a while, it's too late for you to go back now."

"Thank you, senior sister."

"But don't make noise, this is the school medical room, I still have to work, you know?" The senior sister put on a principled attitude.

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng handed over the milk tea, "Senior sister, milk tea, drink it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

The elder sister continued to sit in her seat, writing on the blue notebook.

While drinking milk tea, Jiang Cheng walked over and stood beside her and found that she was writing something like a weekly newspaper.

Moreover, it seems that the senior sister is very difficult to write, and from time to time she has to read another booklet to extract some sentences and vocabulary from it.

After looking at it for a while, Jiang Cheng also saw some doorways. She was probably not writing her own things, but writing for a certain teacher.

"Senior Sister." Jiang Cheng pretended to be very curious and asked, "Does all of this need you to complete it alone?"

"These are from a few teachers. They didn't have time to make up for a business trip before, so let me make up some of them." The senior sister's voice also sounded a bit resentful, and she exhaled and said, "The old professor has an accident. The old professor is in poor health. Now this area has been replaced by several teachers."

Speaking of the old professor, the senior sister seemed to have suddenly realized something and immediately changed the subject, but how could this kind of thing escape Jiang Cheng's eyes.

He came here just to talk.

In previous exchanges, the senior sister in front of me inadvertently mentioned an old professor.

Said that the old professor told her that the door of the warehouse couldn't be locked at all, and as long as the warehouse was not near at night, nothing would happen.

Obviously, this old professor is an insider.

The main purpose of Jiang Cheng's trip was to find out the identity of this person.

But now Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes and glanced across Senior Sister's body, obviously not yet in time.

Later, he complained in a dissatisfied tone: "Senior sister is too hard for such a thick book, right? When will I write?"

Without waiting for the senior sister to reply, she stretched out her hand and took the blue notebook that she was writing in a tough posture, "Senior sister, let me try it, okay, you sit and rest."

The elder sister only thought he was doing it, reaching out to get it back, "Stop making trouble, you are an engineering student, who can't do it, give it back to me soon."

The elder sister didn't make a joke, because these teachers came here to replace the old professors, so a large part of the research direction is related to psychology.

She didn't major in these, so it was very difficult to write, and she had to extract the previous notes while checking the information.

She was so, not to mention Jiang Cheng, a layman with a complete engineering discipline.

Jiang Cheng didn't argue too much. He stood there and looked at it for a while, and he probably understood that this thing doesn't need to be too elaborate, it's just for the inspection.

At first glance, it looks good.

Jiang Cheng laid the blue notebook on the table, and did not continue on the page where the senior sister had written half of it, but replaced it with a new page.

Even if it doesn't work, it won't let the elder sister rewrite it, but it's okay to tear off this page, and there will be no discrepancies in the handwriting.

Following another example, Jiang Cheng started writing, and the senior sister couldn't help him, so she moved her wrists while standing next to him to watch.

But after a while, the expression in the eyes of the senior sister changed.

Jiang Cheng's writing is very beautiful. After holding the pen, his temperament is different from before.

The pen is sharp, and it seems to be finishing a work of art with one stroke.

What surprised the senior sister even more was that when this man was writing notes, he didn't need to look up information at all, and some of the professional vocabulary of psychology was one after another, which was very close to the model essays given to her by the teachers.

The senior sister opened her mouth slightly and couldn't help looking at his face, seemingly wanting to ask him, but Jiang Cheng didn't give him this opportunity, leaving her with only half a focused profile.

The moment I lifted the pen, it seemed that the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Just like this, Jiang Cheng wrote, and the senior sister looked at it, and soon, one piece was finished.

Jiang Cheng put away the pen and fastened the cap with a "pop", with a sense of ritual, like a swordsman retracting his sword into its sheath.

"Senior Sister." Jiang Cheng handed the folder to the woman, and restored the gentle smile before, "Look at ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Is this okay?"

"You" senior sister was absent for a while, and blurted out: "Why do you do this?"

Jiang Cheng tightened his lips, a little embarrassed and said, "My grandparents and my parents are both doctors, so I know a thing or two when I get caught up in the ears and eyes."

"A family of medical practitioners?" The senior sister was a little surprised.

At this time, Jiang Cheng's arm moved inadvertently and touched the pen on the table. The senior sister bent over to pick it up subconsciously. Her milk tea was left on the table, very close to Jiangcheng's milk tea.

Taking advantage of the moment the senior sister bends over, Jiang Cheng quickly changed the positions of the two cups of milk tea, and then pretended to be okay, waiting for the senior sister to get up.

Because the two cups of milk tea look very similar in appearance, you can't notice if you don't look carefully.

The two talked a lot along this topic. The senior sister naturally picked up the cup of milk tea that originally belonged to Jiangcheng and drank it as her own.

But after only one sip, he noticed something was wrong, and then looked down at the milk tea, his face also became awkward.