Ye Mao went to the library again, but it was winter and it was getting harder to find seats. He came early in the past and didn’t worry about not having a seat, but recently because of his more homework, he was increasingly worried that he had no place to read books.

The library is warm, and everyone knows that it is more comfortable to read books here than the study room.

The most important thing is that everyone comes in groups and helps others take up seats. A book is placed on a stool. Even if the person hasn't come for a long time, no one can sit in the seat.

Ye Mao was very melancholy and had been walking around the library for several times. He couldn't find a location when he ran downstairs.

Finally, he was a little annoyed and decided to start with the positions where the books were placed on the benches.

As soon as he had this idea in his mind, such a position happened to appear in front of him. Ye Mao was very angry, mainly because the stool was actually a book of villains.

The little man book belongs to the product of a certain generation, or the thing from his father's childhood. Ye Mao had a lot of it at home, so he naturally knew.

The name of the book "The Great Fat in Heaven" is "Yao Yu", which makes Ye Maohuo so popular.

Can you be a student of Huaqing University be more mature? If you change to a different book, I will not attack you.

Ye Mao threw the villain's book at the table without hesitation and sat down.

The girl next to him looked at him differently, then turned her head and started reading.

Ye Mao was still waiting for someone to say that there was someone, but the girl didn't say anything at all, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Ye Mao was a little puzzled. Don’t you have to argue with Zhan Zuo? Why is the script wrong today?

I looked at the girl curiously and couldn't help but feel shocked. What a beautiful girl, it's also the best for Ye Mao, who is used to seeing beautiful women.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, and small lips seem to have their own lip line, and are red and like a cherry, making people want to try it.

The standard melon-shaped face has a pointed chin, but it has a momentum that makes people unable to bear to blasphemy.

Although I can't tell the height when I sit there, I will never be short. The legs are definitely longer than Ye Mao's under the table.

Not to mention the curve of his figure, Ye Mao only glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it anymore. He really didn't want to commit a crime.

Seeing that this girl ignored him, Ye Mao had no reason to be timid. Just sit down and let’s talk about it. Anyway, he must have come earlier than him.

Five minutes or ten minutes, no one came to disturb him, so Ye Mao forgot about this and soon became immersed in the words.

Ye Mao reads a wide range of books. He was subconscious at first, but then he became conscious, although he didn't understand what he wanted to do?

But there is still a focus on understanding some things that you are weak and want to know.

I don't know how long it took, but someone suddenly touched him:

"Student, there are people here."

Ye Mao looked up and saw a male classmate who was big and round waist and had a body that was no less than Liu in the dormitory, pushing him.

This guy has a big beard. If outsiders didn't have the environment, Ye Mao would have regarded him as an uncle!

Ye Mao was interrupted when he was immersed in the spirit, so he was naturally unhappy. He looked up and asked:

"Are you sitting here?"

The big man shook his head: "It's Brother Jun's place, this book is the symbol, and no one dares to occupy his place yet. Are you a newborn?"

Ye Mao was too lazy to talk to him: "What kind of brother Jun, I don't know him, I'll talk about it when he comes."

The man's expression was a little stuck, as if he didn't expect that there would be someone who was not afraid of Brother Jun, so he reached out and grabbed Ye Mao's shoulder.

Seeing someone doing something with him, Ye Mao instinctively raised his hand and grabbed the big man's wrist. With an anti-joint movement, the big man's steps staggered, and he knelt on the ground with one leg, with a painful expression.

Everyone around him looked at him, but after seeing the man, they subconsciously avoided him, but some people raised their mouths, as if they were extremely relieved.

The girl next to her had her eyes wide open, and she seemed surprised. The main reason was that Ye Mao's figure did not seem to have the ability to crush the big man. How did he do it?

However, when Ye Mao looked at him, the girl immediately sat upright again, looking straight, looking at her full attention.

In fact, Ye Mao always thought that this girl was the one who took the seat, and because she was so beautiful, she could leave.

But this little expression obviously has little to do with her, so Ye Mao was a little confused. Could it be that there is someone else?

But others are not here, but they have to take a seat next to this girl. There must be another reason for this.

But Ye Mao had no time to worry about these things and pushed the big man to the side:

"Get out, I'm reading a book. I want to find something to finish reading the book!"

Ye Mao was used to being overbearing, and he never felt that he should be low-key when he arrived in the capital, even though his mother kept telling the capital how to do it.

The key is that he didn't mess with anyone, but he didn't fight back when bullied. This is not his style.

It was always the case that Ye Mao's stomach was "gurgling" at dinner time, and he stood up and ran to the cafeteria. This was the case for young people. No matter whether they were active or not, they would be hungry when they were little.

The freshman was a month old military training, and the classmates complained, and Ye Mao came over just like playing. Just kidding, it was only one month before, Ye Mao was an old soldier who had been training for many years in military training.

After finishing the meal in a hurry, Ye Mao learned a lesson this time and ran towards the library quickly, for fear that there was no place.

Sure enough, there was really no one in the library at this moment. The borrowed books had not been returned yet, so Ye Mao sat down and read them carefully.

What he read today was a book introducing Liu Yong. Ye Mao had always admired this Northern Song Dynasty poet.

The ancestor of Temao’s brothels, he never spends money on a kiln, but also makes money.

The key is that the sisters are still rushing to invite him later. This guy depends on who he is going to visit? This is the idol of men all over the world!

Although a golden list made Long Yan furious and a sentence "Let's write the lyrics!" destined that he would not have a chance to become an idol of men all over the world.

Ye Mao found this poem and read it carefully.

"On the golden list, I occasionally lost the hope of the leader. How can I go about the wise men in the Ming Dynasty? If I failed, I would not be able to fight for it. Why should I talk about the loss of the despair? The talented poet is a white-clothed prime minister.

The fireworks alley is in a strange way, and the painting barrier is in agreement. Fortunately, I am interested in it, and I can search for it. I lean on the red and green, and my romantic affairs are all smooth. I have a salary for my youth. I can only exchange my fame for a simple and soft singing."

Ye Mao couldn't help but pat on the table and shouted:

"What a saying that I'm so patient and fame, I'll change it to a simple song and sing! A role model!"

Ye Mao's voice became louder and he looked at him from both sides. Ye Mao then realized that the empty library just now was full again.

My unreasonable feelings really disturbed the public.
Chapter completed!