When the two were together, Yang Xing felt that an ambiguous atmosphere was spreading around. To break the atmosphere, Yang Xing had to change the topic and asked, "Why are you called the administrator Master Mie Jue?" Wu Bei smiled and said, "I don't know who heard from other schools that it is 'the junior college student is Zhao Min, the undergraduate student is Huang Rong, the master student is Li Mochou, and the doctoral student is Mie Jue'. Dang Hong graduated from a doctoral student and was specially invited by the school to be responsible for students' political education. She is an orphan from the Tangshan earthquake. Although she has a tough temper, she is still in good heart. She mainly wants to protect these girls who are not well-informed in the world."

When Yang Xing remembered that Dang Hong's feeling seemed to be a stingy man and had a more affection for her. He thought that with her as a guardian saint in Xingguang Literature and Art Academy, it would somewhat prevent the messy things in society from happening.

However, when he remembered the following sentence Wu Bei reposted, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curiously raised, causing Wu Bei to ask curiously: "What's so funny when I remembered?" Yang Xing asked back: "This Miss Dang didn't plan to continue to pursue a postdoctoral degree, right?" Wu Bei frowned and recalled: "I haven't heard of this, but what does this have to do with your laughter?" Yang Xing leaned over her jade-like ears and whispered: "Because the postdoctoral degree is even more terrifying, it's Dongfang Bubai!"

As soon as Yang Xing finished speaking, Wu Bei laughed out loud. He realized that he was not good at teasing him in front of everyone. He immediately covered his mouth and laughed: "You are too hurt, so Miss Dang must fight you when she hears it!" Yang Xing said seriously: "So you better let her extinguish the idea of ​​continuing to study, and find her a man quickly so that she will not become a 'leftover fighter'."

Wu Bei thought for a while before she understood what "leftover fighter" was. She couldn't help but smile and reached out to hold Yang Xing's arm pulling the ring of the car and said, "It's amazing. You said that what you have in your mind at a young age? You have deceived many ignorant girls with this mouth?" Yang Xing saw that the corners of her eyes and lips were charming, and his heart jumped up unscrupulously. He silently recited in his heart more than ten times, "There is a tigress at home, eating meat and chewing bones. I am not Wu Song, so I dare not explain it clearly." He turned his head aside and did not dare to look at Wu Bei. Wu Bei seemed to understand something, and let go of Yang Xing's arm awkwardly.

Bus No. 2 is the bus with the most stops at Jiudu. There are already many people on the University Town Station, and there are still people behind them. In addition, it is early spring now, and everyone is wearing very bloated clothes. Half the drive has passed, and the carriage is already crowded like a can of sardines. Yang Xing looked at Wu Bei being squeezed forward by the people behind him, and quickly turned half of his body to squeeze into his arms hanging on the roof ring. He turned around to resist the pressure behind her. Although the posture was a bit ambiguous, there were too many people, so they couldn't care about these things.

Yang Xing saw the bus entering the main road of Zhongzhou Avenue in Jiudu, and there were more and more traffic lights on duty along the way. He kindly reminded Wu Bei: "If you feel that you can't grasp the handrail, you can just hold my waist..." Wu Bei's face was almost pressed against Yang Xing's chest. She was not mentally prepared for the congestion of bus No. 2. She only felt that Yang Xing wanted to take the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and said angrily: "You think I am so easy to cheat."

Yang Xing thought that he was kind-hearted and treated it as a donkey. He had squeezed through this bus many times when he was in college in his previous life. The traffic lights on the main road were three steps, one post, five steps, and every bus had to move forward in the cycle of starting, brake suddenly, and then start again. The passengers on the bus had to "enjoy" the cycle of standing firmly, rushing forward, and standing firmly. If a woman with a thin figure did not hold on to a support point, she could easily turn into a rolling gourd.

The second-row car is still an old-fashioned bus, with a high carriage height. Even a man like Yang Xing would have a little effort to grasp the high-rise ring. Although Wu Bei is not too short among women, he has only just reached Yang Xing's eyebrows. He has not grasped the aging and broken ring of the second-row car. Moreover, the condition of the second-row car is not good, and the movements of the brakes or starts are not small. As a result, after just passing three traffic lights, Wu Bei had already blushed and hugged Yang Xing's waist firmly.

However, when the car stopped for two more stops, the passengers who came up could be described as horror. Yang Xing could no longer support him, and was pressed tightly by the people behind him, completely facing Wu Bei. There was a wall of the car behind Wu Bei, which was not too uncomfortable. However, with the number of people in the car, the group of girls screamed in the middle, and they must have regretted that they did not let the boys approach just now and helped them enjoy Wu Bei's treatment. Even if the seniors wanted to take advantage of each other, after all, they knew each other, and after getting off the car, they naturally had a way to get back justice. It was better than those bus wolves now.

Seeing this, Wu Bei looked up with some gratitude and looked at the boy in front of her with a regular appearance, but it was very clean. The smooth chin could not tell the short stubble he often had at his age. Is it a pair of simple hands to shave him? The Givenchy denim gentleman's perfume on her body tasted very light, but it was enough to cover the usual men's sweat. She should be a man with a rich and paying attention to the taste of life. It's really interesting. He is filled with completely opposite charms such as youthful and mature, domineering and humbleness. Life must be very complicated! But why is he so uncomfortable now? Is it too crowded?

So he bent back hard, hoping that "Little Yang Xing" would not be attached to Wu Bei. However, Wu Bei completely understood and thought that Yang Xing was squeezed so hard that he felt uncomfortable, so he had such an expression. He tightened his hand on Yang Xing's waist with concern, so that Yang Xing would tighten his body to him, so that he would not be squeezed. Yang Xing couldn't say anything, so he had to find some topics to divert his attention: "I have also heard of several university laws. Those little girls have been mocking others all day long and carefully circling themselves in. I'll tell you, and you can tell them later, so you can also give them a good shame."

Yang Xing's words really made Wu Bei interested. She came out to study opera at a very young age and did not go to school properly. She was a little curious about campus life. She also cherished her the opportunity to train in a regular art school this time. She is already familiar with these little sisters who are not very old, and of course she is very interested in the so-called university law in Yang Xing's mouth.

Yang Xing thought about some jokes that were widely circulated on the Internet back then, and picked up a few to tell her: "Freshman, sophomore, soccer, and three-year-old alarm, no one wants to do it; freshman girl exports, sophomore girl domestic sales, junior girl unsalable, and senior girl reimbursed." Wu Bei's dark eyebrows were raised, "Freshman girl - basketball everyone rushed to shoot, sophomore girl - volleyball came to catch, junior girl - shot put to avoid as much as possible, senior girl - football everyone kicked away; freshman girl said: What are you? Sophomore girl said: Who are you? junior girl said: How are you? Senior girl said: Where are you?"

Yang Xing heard her charming voice and smiled slightly, and felt that his heart was getting stronger. He said, "There are also boys. You can listen to 'The first year of the year is still holding the army; the second year of the year is ready to move; the third year of the year is fully launched; the first year of the year is reactionary; the first year of the year is reactionary.'..." Before he finished speaking, he heard someone in the group of girls screaming: "Stop squeezing, my breasts are squeezed out!"

This sound was too shocking. The originally chaotic carriage suddenly calmed down, and everyone's eyes turned to the middle of the girls. A pretty girl inside was at a loss and holding a can of "Prince's Milk" that was squeezed and deformed. White liquid was flowing out of the straw. However, she might have just understood the ambiguity of her shouting just now, and her face was flushed and she was about to get into the ground.

After all, Wu Bei was not a little girl who was not very experienced in the world, so she didn't have an attack immediately. After turning her eyes, she smiled and said, "Then I won't punish this disobedient little guy, I'm afraid everyone will be reactionary in the future!" The right hand held Yang Xing's waist slid down, and pinched "Little Yang Xing". Yang Xing's "Ou" sounded, and the expression on his face was very wonderful. I don't know if it was crying or laughing.
Chapter completed!