Your Distance

Lrm Department.

Bo Changyi finished the group meeting with the graduate students and returned to his office from the conference room.

There are two Frost messages on his phone. The first is voice and the second is text: Where are you now?

When Park Chang saw the news, Frost's current distance on the screen was 219 meters. This number is still decreasing, after two minutes, the 219 meters has become 103 meters.

82 meters.

57 meters.

22 meters.

23 meters.

22 meters.

The numbers are fixed.

It should be because Ting Shuang does not have access to the Lrm Department Building, so there is no way to continue to approach.

The courage is kind of bold. Park Changyi typed for Frost: Are you looking for me?

Frost returned quickly: I was at the door of Lrm.

Frost: Are you working inside?

Park Chang replied: Well.

Frost: Scared me.

Frost: Before I saw that I was more than 500 meters away and thought you were following me.

Frost: Are you a graduate student? professor? still is……?

There are two Chinese researchers in the institute. Park Chang intended to return: Researcher.

Frost: It's too coincidental.

Frost: The professor I told you before is the person in charge of your institute.

Frost: Today I begged as I told you yesterday. He couldn't say a word to me.

Frost: Does he do the same to you?

Frost: Is there a lot of pressure to work under his hands?

Frost: Ah yes, shouldn't I say bad things about your boss in front of you?

Bai Changyi's mouth slightly hooked, and he answered: Don't you worry about yourself first?

Frost: Worrying is useless.

Frost: I don't know what else to do.

Frost: I can do everything.

Frost: There is really no way to rebuild.

Frost: Grab your head and graduate.

Frost: If you do n’t have any money, you can take out a loan first and then repay it after graduation.

Bo Chang looked at the word "loan" for a few seconds, remembering that before turning to class today, he turned to see the scene of Ting Shuang at first glance.

tension. Green. Bright and polite.

Bai Changyi relented a little, and returned: Studying by himself?

Frost: Yeah.

Frost: I won't say that anymore.

Frost: Well ... Are you going to the cafeteria for lunch?

Park Chang replied: Are you dating me?

Frost: I'm so miserable, don't you have a meal with me?

Park Chang replied: I have a job today at noon.

After sending this sentence, Bo Chang thought for a while, and decided to manage the court cream, so he continued to type: In fact, even if the professor does not give you the exam qualification this semester, you can continue to go to the lecture, so that you have accumulated in advance Early knowledge, next year you can prepare your exam while preparing your graduation thesis. The pressure will be less and it will not affect graduation.

A long paragraph of text stuck in the input box hadn't been sent yet, and Bo Changyi saw Frost's new reply.

Frost: Are your bosses squeezing researchers' lunch breaks?

Frost: Humanity is missing.

Humanity ... missing ...

Bo Changyi's finger left the message sending key.

Frost: Looking back now, how can there be a professor like him who asks people's understanding of the course after two lessons? Normal people have to review it before they can answer it?

Frost: I really want to get more angry.

Frost: Why doesn't he just ask me?

Frost: It wasn't me, he just made it difficult for me.