This Cannon Fodder is Covered by Me!

Pulled back by the sound of the elevator, Gu Chuanbai shook his head and grinned at Lu Deng, pulling the suitcase into the elevator.

New graduate students report on the third floor of the administration building. Only new students who report to the university will first arrange their luggage. Few such heavy suitcases are used for registration. The other party probably does not know the road at all.

I don't know what's in the suitcase, and the weight is not light. Gu Chuanbo has been working out all the year round, and has been struggling all the way.

Without letting Lu Jingmo take over, Gu Chuanbai helped him to drag the suitcase into the elevator. He was about to press the button on the third floor. A group of enthusiastic new students suddenly came in, and the small elevator room was squeezed and leaked.

The executive is closed on Sunday, and most of the newcomers who will come will report. The other two ages in the elevator didn't seem too old, and the group of freshmen immediately relieved themselves and talked excitedly.

There was noisy appearance in the elevator. Lu Deng blinked, and stepped back half a step towards the corner of the elevator without any trace.

His movements were slight and barely caught anyone's attention. Gu Chuanbai's gaze moved, turning the suitcase that he was holding in his hand, and the empty hand intentionally or unintentionally supported the car, leaving him a small but peaceful space.

This movement made Gu Chuanbai's body lean forward slightly, but the figures of the two men got closer, and the fragrance of Ning Shenmu quietly spread out.

The elevator doors close and slowly go up.

Lu Deng raised his head to meet those eyes that intentionally looked away.

Suddenly Xuan Ting's body came on, but he was still not too close. He easily surrounded him between the car and his arm, and set up a barrier invisible beside him, noisy vocals. As if separated by a moment.

The youth who just graduated from college are far from being skilled and calm in the future. Lang Jun's face is tense and serious, but he exudes unexpected faint tension. The arm holding the car is stiff and straight. If nothing happens, his ears reveal a faint scarlet color.

It seems that it is not often the case that you have just hit yourself on the road.

Lu Deng touched the corners of his lips, still couldn't hold back the smile, manually moved in his pocket, felt the bell tethered to the key, and turned it gently between his fingers.

The fast elevator used to go up especially slowly today. Gu Chuanbai had added a little sweat behind his neck. Seeing that Lu Jingmo did not resist his movements, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked back inch by inch.

Then he slammed into the clear smile full of black eyes.

Gaze turned away, Gu Chuanbai took a deep breath, re-stabilized his mind, and tried his best to focus on the small spin of the youth.

The elevator actually stopped on the second floor.

The door opened and was expected to be empty. The freshmen complained in their ears about who would press the elevator on the second floor. Gu Chuanbai counted his heartbeat silently, and there was still a smirk in his mind.

Be steady.

Calmly adjusting his breathing, Gu Chuanbai regained his mindset and looked back along the hairline.

Lu Jingmo wasn't looking at him, leaned back on the car, pulled out his cell phone through the narrow space he had set aside, and looked at the notice above.

It's probably been studying all the year round. The youth's skin tone is white, and the eyelashes are especially thick. A little sweat from the sun on the road has dried under the air conditioner. The soft short hair hangs on the cheek. The facial features are soft and delicate, and the corners of the lips still have a nice radian.

Perhaps because the person watching it was so quiet and his mind gradually calmed down, Gu Chuanbai looked down at him, and then turned away in time before Lu Jingmo noticed it.

If only the second floor and a half could stop again.

Unable to hear his heart's desire, the elevator stopped on the third floor, and the group of freshmen also joked out of the elevator and hurriedly toward the registration office.

Gu Chuanbai sighed with regret, holding his suitcase to loosen his arm, and was about to go out, but one hand had been pressed on the panel again.

The shirt was pulled loosely a few times, revealing thin wrists, white and slender fingertips.

Gu Chuanbai looked at the hand for a second, and suddenly realized that he was pressing the button written with seven: "Wait, right--"

The seventh floor is an office floor dedicated to specially-appointed professors. The facilities are very different from the following. Not only is it equipped with unlimited computer rooms and periodical rooms, but also separate lounges and showers in each office. Regardless of the living area, it is almost comparable to an ordinary one-bedroom.

Anyone can come to the administrative building, but not everyone can go up on the seventh floor. Special access cards must be issued.

Gu Chuanbai once followed the professor once when he was in college. When he saw Lu Deng pressed straight up to the seventh floor, he said half of what he was blocking. He watched Lu Deng touch it from his pocket, took out a bunch of keys, A blue round card was attached.

Not only was the key chained to the access control, there was also a small golden bell, which swayed along with his movements, ringing crisply.

It seemed that he had noticed his eyesight, and Lu Jingmo flipped his wrist lightly, put away the key and looked back at him, and a smile filled his eyes.

Gu Chuanbai suddenly felt something bad.

The school went straight up, and this news was still well understood. The gossip does say that the Department of Biology has recently hired a particularly young professor of botany, but for the professor level, forty is considered young and promising, and no one will consider it below 30.

The access control is easy to use. The elevator doors are closed again, slowly moving upwards, and going straight up to the seventh floor.

Looking at his slightly changed look, the smile of Lu Deng's eyes deepened, he touched it from his pocket, took out the lump of sugar, and handed it to him.

Looking at the young man who is likely to be the youngest professor in the history of Z University, Gu Chuanbai's palm suddenly oozes sweat, he whispers in a low voice, and picks up the piece of fat toffee.

——He just stunned the professor with a can of Coke on the road, reported his name and department, and spoke side by side with the professor, and said that he had enough laboratory violation records about ten times.

The professor niches in the elevator, actually.

Gu Chuanbai thought things were very bad.

"Is ice cream delicious?"

Seeing his sudden urgency, Lu Deng decided to say something to ease the atmosphere. After thinking about it for a while, he still picked out a topic that he was most interested in.

The staff is very sensitive to the rules. He didn't go to the laboratory but never tried to use liquid nitrogen to make ice cream. Although there are many delicious foods in the system world, this one sounds quite novel.

Gu Chuanbai was contemplating several botanical courses this semester, and when he heard it, he raised the ice cream, and there was a sudden coolness of the same paragraph of liquid nitrogen: "Actually-this is just some of our extra-curricular discussion. It's about The expanded thinking of molecular gastronomy has not yet been put into practice ... "

Lu Deng blinked, nodding his head no matter whether or not, his gaze passed over his face, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved.

Stopping talking about the fluid dynamics from ice cream, Gu Chuanbai met those clear eyes, his heart beat twice, and he silently tightened the handle of the luggage lever.

"In fact, it is very simple to mix cream with milk, add vanilla and flavoring, and then stir directly with liquid nitrogen."

The elevator stopped and opened slowly. Gu Chuanbai carried his suitcase and walked out with him, and spoke softly and earnestly.

"The temperature of liquid nitrogen is -196c, but the vaporization point is also low, and it will not be injured in short-term contact with protection. Under fast freezing, the condensed crystal particles can reach nanometer level, the taste will be more delicate and soft, and the milk flavor will be more It ’s thick and it melts slowly. ”

Attracted by the taste he described, Lu Deng took the key and listened intently to continue his introduction.

The youth's appearance is soft, and the black eyes flash with a focused and clear light. Thus, listening carefully to his speech is especially simple and tender.

Gu Chuanbai couldn't help raising his lip corners, resisting the urge to raise his hands to rub his head, the tone became warmer: "As long as the technique is proficient, the taste is still very good."

Lu Deng blinked, expecting more and more: "Will you do it?"

"I--"

Gu Chuanbo opened his mouth to admit that his eyes fell on the famous name on the door of the office, which was marked with [Distinguished Professor Lu Jingmo]. Thinking of his fourteen-credit full-length 17-plant botany class, he was suddenly sober: "... not very good . "

The professor in front of him seemed simple and kind, and must be a model of strict adherence to laboratory rules. Regardless of whether he was known to be in violation of discipline or brought by himself, it was not appropriate.

The young too-professional botany professor sighed softly, nodded without loss, and raised his hand to open the door.

Think about it, at least you don't need to do your homework.

It ’s not too long because I ca n’t eat more delicate, softer, creamier and thicker ice cream. Lu Lan quickly cheered up and raised his hand to pick up the suitcase, but Gu Chuanbai had already lifted the excessively heavy suitcase Helped him through the door.

The layout of the office is calm and atmospheric. The mahogany desk is located by the window. The pure black leather sofa, metal desk lamp, and bookshelf occupy the entire wall. The whole room has a bright scientific atmosphere.

The specially-appointed professors have all taken over the high settling fees. The metropolis has specially prepared housing outside the school. It is only for studying and preparing for the school and occasionally short stays. Naturally, everything is convenient.

But it was too lonely.

Just out of the air, a paper cup has been handed. Gu Chuanbai raised his head, Lu Deng smiled at him, shoved the glass of water to him, pulled him to rest on the sofa, and turned around to organize his suitcase.

In order to make his identity more realistic, the system did not give him less equipment. Dazzling professional books, one after another, and a stack of neatly printed documents, no wonder they were so strenuous when they came over.

If it wasn't for Gu Chuanbai, he would lift this suitcase by himself. Even if there is an elevator, his arm would be hurt for a long time.

I'm used to quiet, but I don't usually live here. I don't know what's wrong with this office. Hold the books out one by one, move them to the bookshelf carefully, and still do the ice cream in my head.

In his current capacity, he should be able to apply to the main system and get a sponsor to open a private laboratory.

Liquid nitrogen is not that hard to buy.

Molecular gastronomy sounds good. Gu Chuanbai still doesn't completely dare to trust himself. When two people become familiar, there must be many new things to eat.

A thick coated paper book was stuffed into the bookshelf, and the fingertips were drawn over the deep gold of gold, the land lamp raised the corners of the lips, and the eyebrows were stretched slightly, and my mind was set.

At the professor level, most scholars do not like outsiders to move those rare books at will. Gu Chuanbai sat on the sofa holding a paper cup, his eyes fell on the busy figure of the young man.

The summer sun is dazzling. Through the clear glass windows, it is sprinkled on the gentle eyebrows of Professor Xiao Xiu, and the arc of the eyebrows that is opened is particularly beautiful.

Lu Jingmo sorted out his attention and could not find his gaze for the time being. Gu Chuanbai's pupil was slightly warm, and he dared to stare at the figure, and moved his hand in his pocket to hold the toffee in his palm.

Many famous professors gathered, but the professors they saw were all middle-aged, or serious or moderate, devoted themselves to academics, and it seemed appropriate to be equipped with such an office. But looking at the young man in front of him, Gu Chuanbai was full of his eyes, and he focused on listening to himself as he talked about ice cream.

Still struggling between the credits and the laughter in those eyes, Gu Chuanbai put the paper cup aside, thinking hard about it, but Yu Guang suddenly flinched.

The Latin book put on it failed to stand firmly, and fell down after shaking it twice.

Lu Jingmo was putting the book on the next floor, and hurriedly tried to avoid it, but because he was full of the book, he hesitated for a while before receiving the book or hiding, and the action followed by the delay.

"Be careful!"

The book was a copper-coated kraft seal with sharp metal trim on the four corners.

Gu Chuanbo reminded hurriedly that he rushed forward, grabbed a man firmly in his arms, and took advantage of his height to raise the hand to take the book first.

Lu Jingmo was holding books in his hands. In order not to let the books fall to the ground with excessive movements, Gu Chuanbai took his arms and circled them, holding those books firmly, but also holding people firmly. Full of arms.

The electric light fire made the office quiet again.

The young professor in his arms did not seem to be intimidated by such a change. He raised his head in his arms and groaned with a smile, and said warmly, "Thank you."

The bodies of the two were so close that they could even smell the fresh vegetation of Lu Jingmo.

There was no danger, but Gu Chuanbo's heartbeat was still fierce, and he was shaken by that smile, holding his arm stiffened for a while, then woke up with a stun, and pulled his arms back quickly: "Sorry, Professor Lu-- "

"Jing Mo."

Lu Jingmo smiled lightly, corrected patiently, put the book in his arms, and took over the book in his hand. Seeing Gu Chuanbai still did not respond, raised his hand and dangled in front of his eyes, and completed the whole sentence: "Jingmo is fine."

The book was full. Lu Jingmo went to get it with both hands. He warmed his fingertips and folded Gu Chuanbai's fingers that were too cold because of too much tension. Seeing that he was still not loose, he raised his eyebrows and tapped twice.

The force was extremely light, but Gu Chuanbai hit a shock, returned the book, and fixed his eyes on Lu Jingmo's soft short hair.

Bring it a little worse, it seems to be ok.

When Lu Deng arranged his bookshelf, he would continue to pack his desk before turning around, but Gu Chuanbai held his arm: "... Jing Mo."

No matter what the pseudonym becomes, I like to listen to this person's tone of earnestly calling his name. Lu Deng slightly raised his head to meet Gu Chuanbai's seemingly dignified look. He also got serious and waited quietly for his following.

Gu Chuanbai's heartbeat was quicker and he took a deep breath and said slowly: "Actually-I'm very good at making ice cream ..."

The author has something to say: Gu Yuan: ... surrender! o (* // q // ^ // q // *) o

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