Chapter 382 is finalized! Submitted for review! [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!] Seeing that Zhao Weihong was still sleeping leisurely at this time. A teacher who looked to be in his early thirties finally couldn't help it, and walked up to Zhao Weihong to wake her up, saying in a sad and angry tone. "Sleep! Still sleeping!" "Your little wife, your good comrade has brought you food!" He blinked in confusion. Zhao Weihong looked around and saw Lin Jingshu looking at her with a smile. Maybe because of what happened last night, Lin Jingshu, who "revisited the old place" this time, was no longer shy and nervous. Not only did he dare to look Zhao Weihong in the eye, he also raised the food box in his hand slightly like a cat toy and shook it at Zhao Weihong. All of a sudden, Zhao Weihong, who had almost not slept all night, remembered the hearty taste of the oil-splashed noodles. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the feeling of hunger surged into his heart again. "Wei Hong"
Before Zhao Weihong could speak, the teacher who had woken him up earlier shook his head at Zhao Weihong, and then asked Lin Jingshu in a sour tone. "Little comrade, we have been busy all night and haven't eaten yet." "Why are you only thinking about Zhao Weihong and not us?" As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Jingshu, who had just gained some confidence, immediately looked embarrassed, as if he was frightened, and spoke in a panic. "I didn't know you guys didn't eat either." As soon as these words were spoken, the teacher who spoke immediately rolled his eyes and thought, isn't that right! You only have Zhao Weihong in your eyes. You treat the rest of the people in this room as air. How could you possibly know whether we have eaten or not! "Teacher, wait a moment. I'll go to the cafeteria again." The naive Lin Jingshu did not realize that the teacher was teasing him. He placed the lunch box in front of Zhao Weihong and turned around in a hurry, wanting to go to the cafeteria to pack a few more breakfasts. However, at the moment when Lin Jingshu turned around, her right hand behind her was firmly grasped by a familiar broad hand. All of a sudden. A feeling like an electric shock spread from Lin Jingshu's wrist to her whole body, making her freeze in place as if petrified. "You still have injuries on your hands, why do you always want to run around?" After scolding Lin Jingshu, Zhao Weihong turned around, looked at the teacher who had just spoken, and spoke with a smile. "Teacher, this comrade from our school has an injury on his hand, so it's not convenient for him to carry things around." "Everyone, wait a moment. I will contact the cafeteria and ask them to send someone to deliver breakfast." Since becoming a teacher, Zhao Weihong has received an internal staff phone number of USTC. It still has the appearance of Xiaolingtong, but the signal is much worse than that of Xiaolingtong. It can still be used within the campus of USTC. But once you get to the city, you can only hear one or two words out of ten in a sentence. It can be called a mini version of a "walkie-talkie." After saying that, Zhao Weihong didn't waste any more words and made a phone call to Yan Wenyuan's communications staff.
Seeing Zhao Weihong discussing the food in a leisurely manner, and even deliberately emphasizing the words "Send it as soon as possible, the guests are hungry" Several teachers suddenly felt even more sad and angry! What do you mean we are hungry! Is this a question of being hungry or not? A business trip allows us to feel the gap between people, that's enough! Now we are beginning to smell the "sour smell of love" again, and even the "husband sings and the wife follows"! How can there be people like you? However, Zhao Weihong, the person involved, had no awareness of "chasing and killing the dog" at all. Instead, he apologized and dragged Lin Jingshu, who was still petrified, to another empty meeting room. Do not misunderstand. Zhao Weihong didn't have any messy thoughts, she just simply thought that the other teachers, even Xie Guoliang, had not eaten yet. If I eat a lot in front of them, it will have a bad impact. "Well, the medicine prescribed by the military doctor is really effective." "After one night, the swelling has gone down a lot." He held Lin Jingshu's little hand and looked at it carefully, confirming that the burn had improved a lot. Zhao Weihong looked at Lin Jingshu's red face and suddenly asked with concern. "Why is your face so red?" "Did you catch a cold last night?" As he spoke, Zhao Weihong reached out and touched Lin Jingshu's forehead. It was soft and delicate, with a cool touch, not as hot as Zhao Weihong had imagined. It seems that Lin Jingshu does not have a fever. But under Zhao Weihong's gaze, Lin Jingshu's face became increasingly red, and she bit her lower lip tightly, as if she was enduring some pain. It was not until Zhao Weihong's hand was removed from her forehead that Lin Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart. It would be better if the instructor could touch him for a little longer. The moment this thought emerged in his mind, Lin Jingshu suddenly opened his eyes wide unconsciously, as if he was very shocked that he would actually have such a thought! "Teach the instructor." It's like trying to cover up the "sinful" thoughts in my heart. Lin Jingshu kept blinking her eyes, opened the lunch box for Zhao Weihong with stiff movements, and filled the table with the breakfast she had packed for Zhao Weihong. Her eyes, which kept avoiding Zhao Weihong's figure, were full of nervousness and embarrassment, as well as a hint of barely perceptible shyness. "Eat quickly. The porridge will get cold soon." "it is good." This breakfast was not made by Lin Jingshu himself, but it also contained Lin Jingshu's full love. In fact, Lin Jingshu almost didn't sleep all night. Every now and then, he would get up from bed to check if the lights in the conference room were turned off. After getting up, Lin Jingshu waited for a while at the canteen door. After making sure that Zhao Weihong did not come to the canteen to eat breakfast right away, he hurriedly packed a breakfast and sent it over, as if he was afraid that Zhao Weihong would be hungry. Even though Lin Jingshu did not participate in the editing of the textbooks.
But from last night until now, Lin Jingshu, who has been worried about someone, is not much more relaxed than Zhao Weihong. But when he saw Zhao Weihong wolfing down the food, Lin Jingshu felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his heart. "Wei Hong, why are you running over here?" "Uh sorry I went the wrong way." Looking at Yan Wenyuan who suddenly turned around, he dragged Xie Guoliang back and prevented him from going forward to check. Zhao Weihong, who had just put down his chopsticks, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly met Lin Jingshu's eyes. Smile at each other. After helping Lin Jingshu reapply the medicine, Zhao Weihong prepared to go back to work. Lin Jingshu stood there holding the lunch box, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Just when Zhao Weihong was about to turn around and leave, Lin Jingshu suddenly plucked up the courage and asked Zhao Weihong. "Instructor." "There is twice-cooked pork in the cafeteria for lunch today." "Do you want to eat?" Judging from the situation, Lin Jingshu was still planning to deliver food to Zhao Weihong. Hearing this, Zhao Weihong subconsciously wanted to refuse. Deep down, Zhao Weihong is not a person who likes to trouble others. Zhao Weihong had asked Lin Jingshu to deliver meals twice in the past two days, and she was injured. She felt very guilty about it, so how could she continue to trouble her? But when he saw Lin Jingshu rarely raise his head and look at him, his expression was full of anticipation. Zhao Weihong was suddenly unable to utter those words of rejection which sounded so cold. Facing Lin Jingshu's increasingly nervous gaze. Zhao Weihong suddenly smiled and nodded slowly. "it is good." In the following days, Zhao Weihong lived a life where she never had to leave the house and was very much envied by others. As soon as he opened his eyes, he started to busy himself with writing textbooks. When he would finish today's work depended on when Zhao Weihong could no longer hold on and fainted. This work pace, which is even harder than 007, is undoubtedly very hard. The reason why she could be called "envied" was because Lin Jingshu would personally deliver three meals a day to Zhao Weihong, rain or shine. Not only that. If Zhao Weihong worked late, Lin Jingshu would run to the cafeteria and make some midnight snack for Zhao Weihong.
This is a treatment that only Zhao Weihong can enjoy. Even if other teachers have midnight snacks, they are prepared by the chef in the cafeteria. It is a "big pot meal", which is incomparable to Zhao Weihong's "small stove"! After a while, some people wanted to try Lin Jingshu's cooking skills. But somehow, Zhao Weihong always brushed this matter off without thinking, or even refused directly! It seemed that in Zhao Weihong's heart, this treatment, or the food made by Lin Jingshu, had become his "private property" and no one was allowed to touch it! Seeing this scene, all the teachers were so angry that their teeth were itching, but there was nothing they could do about Zhao Weihong! at last! The life that is unbearable yet enviable to all teachers is about to come to an end! Because Zhao Weihong was the chief editor and wrote the first draft of the textbook herself, after nearly a month of editing work, the final draft was finally ready for review! (End of this chapter)