The teacher in class is a middle-aged man in his early forties, and he usually belongs to the self-hilarious type in class, he talks about him, and he doesn't care what his classmates are doing below, but he will always be caught off guard and ask questions, Song Huayi is quite afraid of taking his class, so he usually hides in the back row.

In class, in the first ten minutes or so, Song Huayi listened carefully to the lecture, and began to wander as he listened.

Looking sideways at Zhan Shaoyin, he was more serious than her, looking up at the board book written by the teacher on the blackboard.

I don't know if he just pretended to be serious, or if he really understood.

With his appearance, Song Huayi was thinking, when he went to school, how many girl classmates would be fascinated?

If anyone is his tablemate, I am afraid that he is obsessed with beauty every day and has no intention of learning at all.

No wonder Meng Qianjun has always been obsessed with him.

"See what I do?

Writing on my face? ”

Zhan Shaoyin turned his head sideways into her gaze and whispered to her.

Song Huayi smiled at him, and replied facelessly, "You are good-looking." ”

Zhan Shaoyin: "Listen to your class well." ”

Seeing that she was holding the pen and bowing her head and began to write, Zhan Shaoyin retracted his gaze and looked at the podium again.

Yu Guang watched her write hard, and thought she was taking notes seriously, but unexpectedly, after a while, she poked his arm with her finger, and looked down to see that her sketchbook was handed to him, with a line of words written on it: Are there any girls at your former table?

Zhan Shaoyin glared at her, lowered his voice and said to her: "Listen carefully!" ”

Song Huayi Nunu was obviously unwilling, and tapped the sentence she wrote with his hand, motioning for him to answer her question.

Zhan Shaoyin sighed helplessly, and threw a word over: "Yes." ”

Song Huayi gave him the pen and whispered to him: "Don't talk, write." ”

Zhan Shaoyin glanced at the pen she had placed on his desk, ignored it, and continued to look ahead.

Song Huayi secretly poked and poked the notebook back, lowered his head to write, and stuffed it to him.

This time, when Song Huayi poked Zhan Shaoyin again, Zhan Shaoyin ignored her, and his eyes were still on the podium.

Song Huayi frowned dissatisfied, his hand reached under the table and tugged at the hem of his clothes, Zhan Shaoyin saw that she was unwilling to listen to the class properly, and she would definitely be obedient if she did what she wanted to do.

So I had to lower my head and look at the words she wrote in the notebook: How many are there?

Is it pretty?

Zhan Shaoyin picked up the pen and wrote down four words: I can't remember.

Song Huayi tilted his head and glanced at it, and immediately wrote under him: You can't remember the same table?

Some surveys say that sharing a table is the easiest way to develop a relationship! Zhan Shaoyin: What did you investigate?

Song Huayi: Don't change the topic, you must also have a time when your love is first opened, maybe you still secretly stare at other young ladies during class! Zhan Shaoyin: You think I'm you?

Then tell me who you peeked at in class when you first fell in love?

Song Huayi didn't expect this pit to be scraped on herself, smiled at him, and wrote a line of words and said: I'm just going to be in love for the first time, just staring at you, above board.

Zhan Shaoyin gave it to Bai Yan to her, then reached out and put the book away, rolled it into a roll of paper and pinched it in his hand, no longer giving her a chance to write a small note.

Song drew a nunu mouth, followed his gaze, and looked up at the blackboard.

After a few minutes, I heard her whisper, "I'm hungry." ”

Zhan Shaoyin looked down at his watch: "There are still twenty minutes, and I will eat after class." ”

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Song Huayi's stomach rumbled a few times, and then he looked at him with a pitiful gaze.

Listening to her stomach growl proves that she is not lying, but really hungry.

Zhan Shaoyin was naturally willing to let her starve, so he took a sigh of helplessness, took out the biscuits he had prepared for her from the pocket of his clothes, and handed them to her from under the table.

Song Huayi smiled happily, turned out the biscuits, and then stuffed her books and pens to him: "You help me take notes." ”

Zhan Shaoyin didn't say anything, just thinking that it would make her listen carefully, and I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to listen to it, so she had to go back and tell her again.

Watching her sneak around the cat's head, while she was honestly writing the board book, she quickly stuffed the biscuits into her mouth, and she didn't even dare to chew it fast, and as soon as the teacher turned around, she didn't dare to move her mouth.

The appearance of the thief is a little funny and a little cute.

When he was in school, he did have many girls at the same table, and there were also people like her who deserted and ate in class, but he only felt that this kind of behavior of not listening carefully was shameful, and he felt that it would affect his learning, so he asked the teacher to transfer him to the front row.

The classmates in the front row are naturally much more honest, so almost all of his later table mates are diligent and studious.

Now that he has been away from school for several years, the word "youth" seems to be far away from him.

The appearance of Song Huayi brought him into contact with some of the feelings that he would only have at this age.

This time, he agreed to come to school to take this class with her, which was actually something he had looked forward to in his heart.

I also want to try to put the two of them in the same period and feel what it's like for two people to grow together.

But now he felt that if they had met earlier, they might not have ended up like this.

Perhaps, she was the tablemate who was disgusted by him when she ate in class, and then she never contacted her again.

So, everything is probably the best arrangement now.

The meeting can be a little later, as long as it is the right person.

After eating at noon, Zhan Shaoyin sent Song Huayi to the dormitory, and he went back to the company.

Song Huayi's wish is also counted, and after class, he took Zhan Shaoyin to take a lot of photos at school, and he will lie on the bed and pick up the photos to send to Moments.

"Squeak-" The door to the dorm room was pushed open.

Song Huayi glanced up, thinking that Xiong Yu was back, but he didn't expect it to be Wei Xiangmu: "Aren't you at work?"

How did you run back? ”

Wei Xiangmu walked into the dormitory, kicked the high heels on his feet, threw his bag on the bed, and began to complain: "I was bored to death in my last fart class, and I didn't even have anyone to talk to."

Why are you alone and the two of them? ”

Song Huayi sat up from the bed: "I went out to eat, and I haven't come back yet, I'll ask." ”

Wei Xiangmu said while looking for clothes from the closet: "I have a lot of earth-shattering news, you quickly urge them and ask them to buy some melon seeds and come back." ”

Song Huayi lowered his head and sent a text message to Xiong Yu and them, and asked Wei Xiangmu with a smile: "What news?"

Is the company's boss looking for a junior again? ”

Wei Xiangmu: "No, it's an unsolved mystery about Huo Ningfang's death!" The gossip I just heard, freshly baked, is still hot. ”

As soon as he heard Huo Ningfang's name, Song Huayi became energetic: "What?

Huo Ning Fang?

Didn't the Internet say that he died in an accident? ”

"I'll go take a shower first, and when the old bears come back, I'll talk to you later."