Chapter 294: Undergraduate Graduation!

On the other side, Xu Zhengyang and the others were attending Professor Jiao's advanced algebra class.

Seeing it was already 11 o'clock, Xu Zhengyang took out his phone and typed: "Old Xu, how was the defense?"

Xu Qingzhou: "Foster father has graduated."

Xu Qingzhou: "Photo. jpg."

A photo of Xu Qingzhou wearing a bachelor's uniform and holding both certificates.

Xu Zhengyang: "Awesome."

Kong Xianbo: "Awesome."

The sound of washing disappeared, Song Yao finished removing her makeup, yawned, and asked Xu Qingzhou if he was going to sleep; seeing him shake his head, she stepped in cotton slippers with rabbit ears and returned to the bedroom to take a nap.

Read! {

"Mm?" Song Yao was still checking the photos, thinking the ones that didn't look good were secretly deleted.

"Then, we can kiss."

Xu Zhengyang sighed, saying gloomily: "Old Kong, no class this afternoon."

"How about this one?"

Xu Qingzhou: "Wait until free, please treat the foster sons to dinner again."

Xu Qingzhou nodded and said: "Very beautiful."

Song Yao pursed her lips, finished drinking the water, recovered some energy, and plunged into Xu Qingzhou again, groping for her phone, starting to select today's photos.

Xu Shouyun and Wang Xiaping were on annual leave; different from previous years, this year they went to the countryside, and then stayed at home to rest.

Xu Qingzhou had been busy with his paper, rarely free, hands behind his head, thinking about the next arrangements.

Song Yao closed her eyes, carefully feeling the heat touched by the tip of her tongue.

Three elements of portraiture: model, model, and still TM model.

Xu Shouyun nodded, holding the photo of his own son's defense; a bunch of ghost symbols were written on the blackboard, heard from little Yao that those old men sitting below the stage were all academicians or professors or something.

"No, how could it be, taking photos for the girlfriend is a matter of course!"

"I said return long ago."

Look at now... infected by him? Song Yao gave a cold hum, flipped flexibly, pressed Xu Qingzhou under her body again, held down his head, and "pa" kissed him on the face, leaving a lipstick mark, before being satisfied and getting up.

Simply put, no technique, all looks.

This string of photos is a group photo of Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao.

It's even more incredible in college; what world-class problems, what People's Daily, what prize money.

"Qingzhou graduated." Looking at the photos Song Yao sent in the group, Wang Xiaping muttered to herself.

Kong Xianbo sighed repeatedly in his heart, recalling a year ago, he was still ambitious to compete with Old Xu, still thinking Old Xu was addicted to romance, and he would take advantage of the victory.

Xu Qingzhou lay helplessly on the sofa.

Can focus on solving the Polignac conjecture.

She finally understood, this guy was just doing it on purpose; thus, she reached out and twisted Xu Qingzhou's ear, "The chair isn't dirty, and then?"

Another series of group photos.

Xu Shouyun picked up the teacup and sipped, dazed and following: "It is graduated."

Xu Qingzhou didn't dare to make trouble anymore, leaned over.

Since the second semester of senior year, this person seemed to have suddenly opened up; he took first place in the second diagnostic exam, and next it was even more weird, directly bringing back the Sichuan Science College Entrance Exam top scorer."

And, still likes being on top.

"I have it too."

A stinky kid who couldn't fart even with three sticks, only knowing how to sneak online on weekends, suddenly became an adult.

Changed, also didn't change, like still being as violent as ever.

What to do, heart tired, want to lie flat.

Song Yao squinted, her gaze a bit dangerous.

The bell for the end of class rang.

Zhai Ziqiang: "Awesome."

Very stimulating.

Doo~ doo~ message sound rang.

Planned to rest completely today, he didn't plan to think about the steps in detail, directly skipping them.

Wang Xiaping poked Xu Shouyun with her elbow, instructing: "Old Xu, tomorrow you go print these out."

The school beauty Song's looks are there; even without P-ing, the original picture is a beautiful photo.

Kong Xianbo said in a deep voice. In early November, he had to participate in the preliminary round of the Math National Competition; he had been in the training group during this time, but he had finished the tasks Professor Gu assigned on the weekend. Originally wanted to look at some materials.

Progress was still stuck on the estimation of the exponent sum.

Now, suddenly wanted to indulge for an afternoon.

Rongcheng.

That's it, this guy actually had love, and also had studies.

"Ho~, these two people..." This time, Wang Xiaping beamed with joy, evaluating: "Seeing these photos, I feel it's stable."

3 PM, the sun was a bit scorching; after taking photos, the two sat by the Weiming Lake to cool off.

Zhai Ziqiang: "Me too."

"Do you have an opinion?" Song Yao raised her eyebrows.

She didn't have any strange hobbies; it was all Xu Qingzhou, she was just cooperating with Xu Qingzhou.

A year ago, Song Yao revealed a cold aura of keeping strangers away.

Even wanting Xu Qingzhou to force herself was like this... Song Yao discovered her thinking was gradually becoming dangerous.

"I still want to play Teemo."

"You have an opinion?" Song Yao raised her eyebrows.

She didn't have any strange hobbies; it was all Xu Qingzhou, she was just cooperating with Xu Qingzhou.

On Xu Qingzhou's stomach, Er Miao was already purring and sleeping.

And then... she still peacefully shifted the blame to Xu Qingzhou.

As a result, this dog thing had love, and also had studies.

"Your persona has collapsed too severely, please be a bit colder."

Their couple, although mixed in the system for half a lifetime, in the end, were just junior college graduates, ordinary small citizens.

3:30 PM, as soon as they returned home, the two young people collapsed on the sofa; Xu Qingzhou was tired, Song Yao was simply physically uncomfortable.

Xu Shouyun glanced, then nodded again.

Song Yao agreed, saying lazily: "I have this feeling when I look in the mirror too."

After lying for a while, Xu Qingzhou got up to pour Song Yao a cup of hot water; she took a sip, and he drank the rest.

Although very refreshing, this guy insisted on saying: "The chair isn't dirty."

Wang Xiaping looked at the photos again and again, saying: "Old Xu, I have that feeling of stepping on soft ground again."

Academician, professor... couldn't touch the edge at all, okay.

Undergraduate graduation, wait for a period of rest, report to Academician Chu Jiangfeng's side next Monday.

"I want to go fishing."

Although there were no people around, the heart was still thumping outside like this.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao were very efficient; graduation, no matter what, had to have some sense of ritual, so they just turned around the school, checking in and taking photos.

Xu Qingzhou took off his bachelor's uniform; just as he sat down in the chair, Song Yao smoothly sat on his lap, hands wrapped around his neck.

"Play! Old Zhai, how about you?"

Xu Qingzhou said. At two o'clock he suggested going home; the school beauty Song was taking photos with great interest, always pulling him.

"Demacia."

Kong Xianbo: "+1."

!.

Wait, seems still not right, why did she always think of the two words "stimulating".

"Didn't you say you would take photos for me, how come they are all your photos."

Xu Zhengyang: "Pah, that's what you should honor your foster father with."

The autumn scenery of Jingda campus is still very good; the lake surface is rippling, the leaves on the shore have already turned yellow, and there is a unique late autumn solemn atmosphere.

The three of them didn't even eat dinner, directly returning to the dormitory to order takeout.

"Song Yao."

Song Yao found a photo of her standing under a ginkgo tree, wearing a high ponytail, a few broken hairs in front of her forehead, white sweater paired with high-waisted jeans, college student style.

Xu Shouyun frowned, saying: "You go to the printing shop when you go to play mahjong, isn't that fine."

"Xu Shouyun."

Wang Xiaping had a dark face.

"Cough~ I'll go print tomorrow."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 295 =====