The name of the course is "Fundamentals of News Gathering and Writing", which is a compulsory course for journalism majors.

The professor who taught the class was an old man, surnamed Peng, one of the 'four famous catchers' in the school, and he was known for his surprise in classes on weekdays.

This semester, he has a total of four classes in two grades, the difference is that the sophomore year is a practical class, and the first year is theory.

The old professor was extremely willful and brought the lessons of the two grades together in the first week, and called the new man the old man.

When Shi Chu and his party came to the classroom, they thought they had arrived early enough, but they found that the classroom was already full.

At the beginning of the time, I was helpless and sat in the penultimate row.

There was a lot of noise in the classroom.

The professor came up with a new trick today.

He prepared more than 100 lotteries according to the number of freshmen and sophomores, and matched them through lottery, and within this week, the freshman needed to complete a study task under the guidance of his senior/sister.

At the beginning of her turn, she took one out of the lottery holder and opened it to see that there was a number in black and white, 45.

She opened her mouth a few times, but her voice was not loud enough, and she opened her mouth several times, but she quickly buried herself in the atmosphere of 'finding the right match' and no one answered.

She simply sat in the corner chair, pricked up her ears, and listened carefully to the movement in the classroom.

I don't know who called excitedly in the classroom, "Cheng Xian! Cheng Xian is on stage!"

For a while, the atmosphere in the classroom was like boiling water, dotted with stars, splashing everywhere, and more than a hundred pairs of eyes were looking at the small podium.

At the beginning, I also followed everyone's gaze to see.

Cheng Xian was wearing a light-colored blue and white shirt, with the hem half tucked into the seam of his pants, standing in the shadow of the half-light and half-dark crowd.

Occasionally, the head is lowered, the broken hair on the forehead covers the eyelashes, and the straight nose bridge line is extraordinarily long.

He steadily ascended to the stage, casually ticking out a note from the lottery holder in the expectant eyes of everyone.

The voices under the podium were much quieter, and the noise turned into a buzz, and someone asked loudly under the stage, "What number did you draw, tell me?" ”

Cheng Xian lazily lifted his eyelids and opened the note in front of everyone.

It was bright and bright, written in black and white, and it read No. 45.

Same as the opening number.

At the beginning, he didn't dare to move, and the number paper was clenched in the palm of his hand and crumpled into a ball.

The noise in the classroom was louder, and all the students were looking left and right, looking for the same number 45 in the classroom.

At the beginning, the roommates around him also reopened their notes, and shook their heads in frustration after finding that they didn't match.

Cheng Xian did not step down from the podium, but stood to the side, leaned his back against the wall, chuckled and joked with the old professor, but his eyes swept over the faces of every student in the audience, intentionally or unintentionally, looking like he was waiting.

"Eh," suddenly Song Mianmeng raised his head and looked at Shi Chu, "How do I remember, you are number 45?"

He said, "Where's the slip of paper you drew lots? ”

The note had already been crumpled and crumpled at the moment.

The people at the table in front and behind had already heard Song Mian's words, and they stepped forward curiously, and found that it was indeed No. 45, and they were overjoyed, "I found someone! No. 45 is her!"

Shi Chu was pushed out by the whole person, stumbled a little, lowered his head, and met the sight above the podium.

Those eyes shone and shone in the white light above his head, and there was a little smile hidden in them.