After a while, no message was sent out in the chat window. She subconsciously typed "It's my sb ex" in the chat window.
After thinking about it, I don’t seem to know Wen Siheng well enough to speak ill of others behind their backs together.
After talking for a long time, an unfamiliar phone number suddenly popped up on Jian Anran's screen.
Pressing answer button, a familiar voice came from the other side of the receiver.
Low alcohol and lazy.
"Where are you?"
"Dorm." Jian Anran covered her mouth and raised her eyes to peek at Ning Beibei's expression.
She has been single for twenty-two years and is very knowledgeable. She took the computer and returned to her desk.
"Let's go out for a meal together?" asked the other end of the phone.
"No," she thought for a while and felt it was inappropriate, so she added, "I just ate."
There was silence for a moment on the other end, and only the sound of electric current could be heard.
"How do you know my phone number?" Jian Anran suddenly realized that the only contact method between her and Wen Siheng was the WeChat account she was forced to add in class.
"I teach in a school of architecture, it's not difficult."
"Using power for personal gain?"
"Yeah."
"The other party's name, what organization he works for, and do you still have his phone number?" the other party asked.
"What do you want these for?" Jian Anran was confused.
Wen Siheng opposite did not answer her question, "Send it to my WeChat later."
"Okay." She responded weakly and didn't ask any more questions.
After another long silence, Jian Anran realized that their lives had so little overlap that they didn't even know how to say a word of greeting.
"Then see you in class tomorrow?" His voice was very low, and he spoke through the phone against his ear.
"Bye." After Jian Anran said, the other party did not hang up.
She was fascinated by the increasing call time on the screen. After a moment of hesitation, she pressed the red button.
The call ended suddenly, and she felt her heartbeat was a little erratic.
The next few days were as peaceful as if nothing had happened, which confirmed Wen Siheng's promise before filling out the marriage application.
Obtaining the certificate is purely for emergency purposes and will never affect her normal life.
Occasionally when she had some free time, she also thought about what it would be like if it affected her?
"Ding——" Her screen lit up, it was a message from a non-address book contact.
Although it has been deleted, she remembers the last number very clearly. It is Tang Zhechuan's mobile phone number.
[Have classes in the afternoon? Let’s talk at the cafe next to the subway station]
[I have nothing to talk about with you] Jian Anran replied instantly, they hadn’t seen each other for a long time, and the other party was still so baffled.
[Huh? What are you pretending to be? Call your professor boyfriend together]
A screenshot of the text message interface was sent to Wen Siheng, and he immediately replied: What time? I'll pick you up.
When she saw Wen Siheng again, he had been waiting at the entrance of the subway station for a long time. He was still wearing the same white shirt and black trousers he had worn in class in the morning. Jian Anran sometimes wondered if he had no other clothes.
Wen Siheng immediately noticed here. Jian Anran went to the appointment wearing her classic class skin: white T jeans and a pair of sneakers.
"Hi! Hello, teacher!" Ning Beibei stuck her head out from behind and waved happily.
When she heard that Tang Zhechuan was going to meet with Jian Anran, she would follow her no matter what and kill her scumbag ex who was still lingering.
As soon as he entered the coffee shop, Tang Zhechuan had already sat down by the window, facing the door. When he saw a group of them walking in, he immediately stood up, trying to suppress Wen Siheng with his height.
The memory of death slapped Jian Anran twice in an instant.
When Tang Zhechuan, a sophomore, asked how tall her ex was, when he heard that the other person was 180, he just said, "Oh, only 180, I am 192."
With all his experience and conversation, Wen Siheng's words and deeds were mature and steady. Although the other party was slightly taller, he looked like a big fool at this time.
Ning Beibei couldn't help laughing out loud, and Tang Zhechuan glared at her angrily.
"Tell me, what do you want to do?" As soon as he sat down, Tang Zhechuan spread his legs wide and folded his hands around his chest.
"Are you sick? You don't know what you have done. What are you asking about now?" Ning Beibei said, "Who gave you the face?"
"You have to be innocent and have never done anything, so you can have a chance to show off to me?" Tang Zhechuan sneered.
"No, I'm giving you face, right Tang Zhechuan?" Jian Anran felt that if she hadn't grabbed Ning Beibei, she might have gone up and slapped Tang Zhechuan twice.
"The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. Both parties are adults with the ability to think independently. What is your grandpa's age this year?"
"What does it have to do with my grandfather?" Tang Zhechuan immediately retorted.
"What does that have to do with you?" Ning Beibei made the other party speechless.
"Don't waste my time, tell me straight away, what do you need to do to withdraw the lawsuit?"
"Withdraw the lawsuit?" Jian Anran was confused.
"What are you pretending to be? The branch committee doesn't even bother to say anything and directly takes others to court. You guys are really good at tricking people." Tang Zhechuan's voice became louder and louder, so that people at several tables nearby turned their attention.
"What? Did you hook up with someone else before the secret photos were posted on Weibo?" Wen Siheng said, his deep voice showing a bit of ease.
"Ah, Professor Wen," Tang Zhechuan sneered, "To be honest, if you, a university professor, had an affair with a student, it would not sound good if you told it."
"How can you compare with me in doing this kind of thing that is insulting to the academic style?"
Without leaving any chance to breathe, Tang Zhechuan thought he would pursue the victory.
"I can delete the photos. As long as you withdraw the lawsuit, we can write a settlement letter and that's it." He made a condition.
"No need," Wen Siheng's eyes were a little cold, and his brows were full of disgust.
"My lawyer will be responsible for following up. Let's meet in court."
"Aren't you afraid that I will post the photos online?" Tang Zhechuan threatened.
"This is not good for your career, right? Who would dare to hire a teacher who shares a room with his students in the future?"
Compared with Tang Zhechuan, who was red-faced, with veins popping out in his neck, and who felt like he was about to stand up and overturn the table in the next second, Wen Siheng seemed a little calm.
He calmly took out the red booklet from his coat pocket, unfolded the first page and placed it on the table.
"I don't know what kind of copywriting you are going to use to post us online." Wen Siheng shrugged pretending to be innocent.
Tang Zhechuan's face suddenly turned dark red and became extremely ugly.
"You are the most hypocritical person to say you don't want to get married." The conversation changed, and Tang Zhechuan pointed at Jian Anran's nose and cursed.
"Why are you pretending to be a white lotus? When you see a professor, you want to stick to it?"
"Wow——"
Ning Beibei picked up the water at hand and poured it on Tang Zhechuan's face.
"I'm giving you shame? If you don't have a mirror at home, you won't pee and look at yourself? You don't know how many pounds you have, right? What kind of personal attack are you doing?"
