Chapter 9: . It is the fault of the pen cover

Nie Chuan lowered his head, and Carlo knew he was in a good mood.
"Hey brother, you're not without the ability to get her noticed. The question is, do you want to use this ability?"
Carlow's voice was extremely inflammatory, and when Nie Chuan raised his eyes, he met his long, narrow outline eyes.
"I will ... think about it," Nie Chuan answered.
"That's right! Think carefully! How long do you need? Three days is enough? Coach Gordon will be back in less than a month. You need some systematic exercises, I can do your sparring! We can also Call Montenegro and Ewing! "
"No! No need to bother!"
After so many days, Nie Chuan has learned that dk's basketball team is a first-class team even if it does not break through the sky, and its regular players are absolutely superb. Let them all be deployed, not so much to do their own sparring, as to directly crush him.
"Okay, that's it! Give me a reply in three days! Three days!" Carlo pointed to Nie Chuan, and patted his chest again. The consciousness was "I'm waiting for you".
When Carlo left, Nie Chuan shook his head.
Carlo is right. If he can be recruited by dk's basketball team, he might really attract Serene's attention. But the thought of Liz Redington was also on the basketball team, Nie Chuan remembered the fierce and arrogant slam dunk in front of himself, from the soles of his feet to his fingertips.
This feeling is really strange.
In the afternoon of the next day, Nie Chuan organized the data and went to "Data Principles and Applications".
There are many international students taking this course, and Nie Chuan does not feel lonely. It's just that he went a little late this day, waiting for the classroom, leaving only two seats. Fortunately, his right is still Chinese, and he has not left the organization, fortunately!
Just as he gleefully told the Chinese students next to him that he had cleared The Dawn to play the customs, someone put his laptop on the desk on his right.
The other's legs seemed to be very long. When sitting sideways, Nie Chuan even wondered if the other's legs would fold against the table.
The girls in the front row all turned around, showing an admiring expression.
Nie Chuan suddenly had a bad feeling. He turned his face to the side. The other person was wearing a dark short trench coat. The fingers that opened the laptop were very slender. He followed the other's arm to the wide shoulder, then the slender neck. Elegant side face ...
Nie Chuan was almost strangled by his own drool!
why? Why did he meet Reese Redington again!
This time, Nie Chuan couldn't help but ask again: "Electives?"
After asking, he regretted it. Why is he talking to this guy? Anyway, the other side will not ignore him.
Sure enough, Reese tapped on the keyboard with a few beautiful fingers and came up with a mathematical model. Anyway, Nie Chuan didn't understand and didn't dare to read any more. Turned his head and continued to chat with the classmates in Chinese day.
"Hey, Nie Chuan! Do you know Reese Redington?"
"I'm not familiar with him." Nie Chuan quickly denied.
And the classmate next to Nie Chuan clearly saw Reese's eyebrow raised, seemingly unhappy.
"That's a pity! Advanced mathematics is our required course!"
"It's easy to pass this course!" Nie Chuan thought how difficult math in China! The math exam alone is enough
.
"What's the use of passing! I need to be good or even excellent. I intend to apply for a graduate student!"
"Oh ... oh ... what about that guy?" Nie Chuan didn't pronounce Reese's name carefully.
Ever since Reese knew Chinese, he had grown up.
"Rice is a talent in mathematics!"
"..."
It turns out that Reed Redington is still a school fighter ...
The handsome person is a mess, the ball skills are superb, and he is still a school fighter. No wonder he is so dragged in the usual way, who can make others have the capital?
The class started, everyone took out their notebooks and began to take notes seriously.
The professor speaks too fast and Nie Chuan can't keep up.
Fortunately, the student next to him had a recording pen. After thinking about it, Nie Chuan asked him to borrow it. Now it is better to follow the professor's thoughts.
When Nie Chuan closed the notebook, the pen cap rolled off the table. While it wasn't rolling away, Nie Chuan quickly reached out to stop it, but did not expect that his leg was directly pinched on Reese's leg.
He was startled, and quickly pulled his legs back like he was burned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Reese staring at him with cold, ironic eyes.
Damn, what do you think! It's your own legs! I bumped into you, but you still blame me!
Nie Chuan pretended that nothing had happened, facing the podium, and seemed to listen carefully. However, he always remembers that his pen cap is steadily resting beside Reese's casual shoes.
Ten minutes had passed, and Reese was holding his arms intently listening to the lesson. Nie Chuan felt that the opportunity had come!
He bent down and came under the table, leaning forward towards his pen cap.
His breath caught in his throat, sneaking under Reese's legs.
He sighed again, why is this bastard's legs so long!
Just as he stretched his arm and his fingertips were about to reach the pen cap, Reese lifted his left foot slightly, even stepping directly on the pen cap!
Oh! my God! Don't step on my pen cover!
Nie Chuan's heart is about to crack!
That was the hugely good pen Nie Chuan brought from home. After being divided up by Zhou Bin and the wool, two or three were left, so Nie Chuan must protect his pen cover!
He considered in his heart whether he was going to lift Reese's feet?
At that moment, Reese lifted his feet slightly, and the pen cap went to the other side of his shoe.
good chance!
In order to hit the pen cover, Nie Chuan moved hard forward again, and carefully wrapped his hand around Reese's left leg. As soon as he picked up the pen cover, Reese's leg suddenly moved, with the effect of sweeping thousands of troops. Nie Chuan's head was squeezed toward the corner of the table, and his entire face was deformed.
Mom--
Nie Chuan fell to the ground, and the classmate beside him finally found out that he was wrong.
"Nie Chuan! What happened to you?"
Reese's long legs were still standing still, leaving no room for Nie Chuan to return.
"I ... I'm picking up the pen cover!" Nie Chuan answered hard.
"what?"
Nie Chuan patted Reese's calf: "Hey ... let me get up ..."
As if she hadn't heard, Reese tapped on the keyboard to take notes.
Nie Chuan's face was all red, and he tried to pinch Reese's leg, but the other party remained motionless.
The classmate next to him hurriedly said to Reese: "Redington, my classmate picked up the pen cover below and was pinched by your leg. Can he return?"
"Oh?" Reese stepped back slightly, moving his legs sideways, and Nie Chuan finally crawled out from under the table.
The moment he raised his head, Reese's eyes were lowered.
It's still a signature smile, a little cold, but it's not ridicule but stingy.
As if Nie Chuan became a child discovered by adults while playing with mud on the ground.
The unpleasant feeling arises spontaneously.
Nie Chuan couldn't fight him, so he could only sit back in his seat, pretending to listen to the professor's lecture seriously, but his heart was terrible.
After finally getting to the end of class, Nie Chuan could finally leave the scope of Reese.
A group of Chinese students discussed where to go for a lunch at noon, and Nie Chuan was cheerfully joining them, only to feel that his back collar was caught by something.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Reese twitching his lip, hooking himself in one hand, and waving his back to the other Chinese students.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
"Well, do you have something to say with Redington? We will text you the restaurant! See you in the restaurant!"
Those guys left Nie Chuan without any sense.
When Nie Chuan and Reese were left in the classroom, Reese still didn't let go of him, but pulled it gently, and Nie Chuan fell back to his seat.
Turning around again, he saw Reese bracing his chin, sitting next to him, looking coldly at himself.
"I know you don't love basketball, so I don't want Carlow to waste unnecessary time on you, and I don't want my teammates to give you unnecessary expectations."
In the impression, Reese rarely spoke.
So when he said such a long paragraph to himself, Nie Chuan was a little surprised.
This is the rhythm of opening the skylight to speak!
"Well ... I'll tell Carlo that I don't want to see that Gordon coach ..." Nie Chuan swallowed, "so I won't waste Carlo's time and make your teammates ... expect. "
Don't know such an answer, Lis Redington is satisfied?
"You're going to meet someone with me. If you see this person and you still decide not to see Coach Gordon and have no interest in dk's basketball team, I won't let Carlow come to disturb your life again."
"What? See someone else?"
Nie Chuan was dumbfounded. He thought that Reese meant that he didn't want him to enter the basketball team!
Reese stood up, walked toward the door, and turned back to Nie Chuanyang, chin: "What are you doing there?"
Nie Chuan got up and followed Reis reluctantly.
The guy was so tall that daylight fell on his shoulders and scattered, and there was a kingly spirit in the pace of walking. Everywhere he went, someone stopped to look in the direction of him.
Nie Chuan had thought of running away, but Reese's two elective courses were both compulsory courses, and he could not miss them!
Reese took Nie Chuan to the school parking lot.
It was a black Land Rover off-road vehicle. Reese stepped into the driver's seat easily. Nie Chuan was supposed to sit behind, but Reese lowered to open the position of the first officer. A pair of eyes only glanced at Nie Chuan. Nie Chuan felt that he had been shaved off by a layer of meat.
He stiffly got into the car, and Reese coldly said, "Safety belt."
"Oh." Nie Chuan was so nervous that the buckle couldn't get in.