Chapter 690 Is this too exaggerated?
After sending Wang Mingliang away, Xu Lin thought she could be quiet, but she didn't expect Si Han to come.
Xu Lin didn't dislike Si Han. He was good-looking and capable. If Xu Lin hadn't just wanted to lie down and live out her life.
Oh, forget it, Xu Lin felt that as an old monster who had lived in thousands of planes, she would not harm other nice guys.
It's a pity that Si Han didn't appreciate Xu Lin's kindness.
In order to express himself, Si Han was particularly lively in the eyes of Siheyuan.
Even though the yard had been taken care of by Feng Juan and Fifth Qingxue, Si Han could still find work and did it well.
Xu Lin couldn't stop her even if she wanted to, so she had to stand by and talk with him, and then arrived at Si Han's performance.
Si Han told Xu Lin every detail of his life in a very calm tone.
He told everything he could, just hoping that Xu Lin could understand his world and enter his world.
Si Han told Xu Lin with practical actions that he really worked hard to grow himself and match himself with Xu Lin.
At the same time, Si Han also secretly told Xu Lin that the task of inheriting and establishing the Si family had been handed over to Si Xiaodi.
And this has been done with the consent of her parents, so Xu Lin doesn't have to worry about having children. She can have children if she wants to, or not if she doesn't want to.
In fact, it would be nice not to have children. The two of them are looking forward to a life together without light bulbs.
As for how Si's father and Si's mother agreed, Si Han didn't say, and Xu Lin didn't ask.
Xu Lin listened to Si Han's story and thought that the woman who married Si Han was also very lucky.
Although Si Han is very busy at work and the risk factor is high, Si Han is warm.
He has sorted out all the problems he may encounter in life, and the two of them can live together with less anger.
Si Han is a down-to-earth person. After finishing the work, he goes to work in the kitchen. Not to mention that Si Han's cooking skills are really good, not inferior to the chefs.
When I asked, I found out that Si Han attended the cooking class after training and learned cooking skills from the cooking soldiers.
In Si Han's words, he wanted to conquer Xu Lin's stomach.
As long as he is not on a mission, he will cook for Xu Lin every day. If he is on a mission, the family can hire a nanny to cook.
In short, Xu Lin's hands should not be stained with the smell of fireworks, just stay away from the kitchen.
Xu Lin was inexplicably a little cautious when she said that. This man seemed to be really nice.
On the first day of school, Xu Lin originally wanted to report alone, but she didn't expect Si Han to appear in the courtyard before dawn.
For fear of missing Xu Lin's report, Xu Lin had no choice but to invite people into the courtyard for breakfast.
After breakfast, Si Han took Xu Lin's simple luggage and went to Beijing University to report.
There were not many people reporting on the first day, and Xu Lin applied for an unpopular major, so registration went very smoothly.
The senior who was responsible for receiving her was filled with regret when she saw that Xu Lin was studying in the philosophy department.
How come such a beautiful school girl studied in an unpopular major?
The kind-hearted senior couldn't help but remind him: "Sister, did you know that the philosophy department has admitted three students this year?"
Um? Xu Lin looked at the senior and didn't understand why he said that.
"Sister, do you know how many professors there are in the philosophy department?"
Xu Lin was even more confused. How many professors were related to her?
She is here to be a salted fish.
Seeing that Xu Lin really didn't know much about the philosophy department, the senior couldn't help but remind her: "There are eight professors in the philosophy department."
He made a horoscope sign, "Eight professors are watching three students."
After saying that, the senior gave a sympathetic look, and Xu Lin's expression froze.
No, eight professors are targeting three students. Isn’t this a bit exaggerated?
"Senior sister, if you feel too stressed, you can transfer to the Literature Department. The Literature Department is very suitable for the development of girls."
The senior's suggestion was really conscientious, and he really thought about Xu Lin. After all, three against eight, it was very stressful just thinking about it.
The literature department is different. It has a large number of students and it is easy to find a job after graduation. There are many options.
Seeing that his senior was talking to Xu Lin, Si Han couldn't help but clear his throat and reminded the senior that there was a panting person next to him, so don't take it wrongly.
The senior glanced at Si Han and looked away guiltily, but in his heart he still expected Xu Lin to change her major.
Can Xu Lin change this major?
That's not allowed. If it's three against eight, wouldn't there be two more people taking the blame?
Xu Lin felt that with her photographic memory, it was easy to deal with a philosophy.
And philosophy is the subject that is best at thinking. She can think about whether the chicken lays the egg or the egg lays the chicken every day.
This kind of question is really interesting.
She could think about the problems she couldn't understand anyway and sleep at the same time.
In the disappointed eyes of the senior, Xu Lin completed the formalities and came to the dormitory.
The dormitory is a four-person dormitory. The house is not new, but it is clean. Xu Lin glanced around and found that some classmates had arrived first.
The fact that the house is so clean is the credit of the classmates who arrived first. From this, we can see that the classmates are very diligent.
I think dormitory life in the future won’t be too bloody.
Seeing Xu Lin packing her luggage, Si Han immediately stopped her. With him around, Xu Lin could do nothing.
He does this rough and dirty work!
Sihan had two brushes to work with, which made him work quickly and neatly. The bed was made neatly, without even a crease.
The pillows are placed upright, facing the center line of the bed, not even a little crooked.
The quilt is folded like a tofu block, with edges and corners, which is very eye-catching.
If any patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder sees this, he or she will become a disciple of Si Han.
Xu Lin's bed was packed, but the classmates who came first didn't come back either, and they didn't know where they went.
So Xu Lin locked the door and took Si Han to the cafeteria. This was Si Han's request. He wanted to see the food in the cafeteria.
If it doesn't suit his taste, he will take time to deliver food in the future.
Xu Lin felt something was wrong and couldn't help but ask: "Don't you need to train for the mission?"
"Well, I'm going to the military academy to further my studies, and I'm also in Kyoto. I can climb over the wall and deliver you food."
When Si Han talked about climbing over the wall, he seemed to mean going downstairs, but he was so relaxed that Xu Lin was speechless.
Why, in Si Han's eyes, could the military academy's walls not protect him?
Xu Lin just refused to do Si Han's frequent violation of school discipline, so she quickly asked Si Han to stop thinking about it.
As for eating, Xu Lin really doesn't have to worry about it. The food in the cafeteria is not to her liking. She can ask Wu Qingxue to deliver food or get food from space.
Xu Lin really has no worries at all if she wants to eat good food. There are mountains of delicious food in her space.
They were all made by Wu Qingxue when she was bored. She made pot after pot, but each pot was so fragrant that Xu Lin couldn't bear to waste any of them.
Fortunately, the canteen did not disappoint Sihan. It tasted very good and was very clean.
Xu Lin bought two meals for Si Han to taste. After the meal, the two of them walked around Beijing University, but Si Han was reluctant to leave.
Seeing Si Han who was hesitant to speak, Xu Lin couldn't help but ask: "Is there anything else you want?"
It was originally a polite remark, but Si Han unexpectedly nodded.