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It's time for an elective class that Ruoqing has no affection for, one session a week, which is enough to make Ruoqing feel bored. No one in the bedroom of Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info enrolled in this elective course - C+ language.

The professor was very benevolent, and the gray hair on his head was already very thin. When I laugh, my eyes narrowed into a slit, and I couldn't tell if it was a real smile or a fake smile. The professor is typical of a teacher, sitting on the podium, talking at the computer. But he didn't care much about whether the students in the audience were sleepy or intimate, and only cared about the glasses that were about to fall off his chin, and pushed them from time to time.

Ruoqing turned the pen in his hand and stared at the professor.

"Fight again in three days! Gymnasium, three against three, if you don't come, you will admit it!"

"Ok! I promise your battle post, but if you still lose to me after 3 days, then you have to declare in the college league that you are not as good as me Li Che, and I will be punched three times! If I lose to you, I will declare that you are on the basketball court without me!"

"I recognized the wrong person. ”

Bang!

Ruoqing was lying on the table, I don't know if it was because his head was too big or what, but he knocked the table and made it sound. The students who were next to them cast curious eyes, thinking that something big was going to happen. But at this time, Ruoqing had already entered the tangled mode, ignoring the movements of the outside world at all.

Ruoqing actually fell asleep on his stomach like this.

Shen Jiawei carried his worn-out blue cloth bag and walked into the classroom through the back door. He found Ruoqing at a glance, walked over to her and sat down. The attention of the girls in the classroom was attracted to Ruoqing's surroundings, and she was naturally unaware of it.

"Wow! Look, Shen Jiawei actually came to take an elective course. ”

"Look, he seems to have something to do with that girl. ”

"Why didn't his girlfriend Zhang Jiajia come to class with him?"

Shen Jiawei, who had long been accustomed to watching and following, was also lying on the table, facing Ruoqing's face, staring at her with interest. Ruoqing at this time was completely different from what he saw in the kitchen alley behind the hotel that day, one was rebellious and cold, and the other was pure and transparent.

Her eyelashes are so long, but they're so thin.

Her skin is so white, but her eyebrows are Chinese-handicap.

Her hair is earthy, just a simple ponytail.

Her fingers are so thin, she was born to talk about the piano.

Such a girl must look good when she smiles.

Shen Jiawei hadn't seen Ruoqing's smile yet.

He slowly and gently pulled out the book in Ruoqing's hand, it turned out to be not a textbook, it was a Japanese detective novel. Shen Jiawei felt even more curious about the dozing woman in front of him. His eyebrows furrowed upward, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Demon Drum" is the work of Kusaku Yumeno, a famous Japanese fantasy writer and master of declension reasoning.

Before the submission of "Demon Drum", Yumeno Kusaku showed it to his father, and after reading it, his father said, "It's like a novel written by Yumeno Kusaku." Yumeno Kusaku is a dialect of the Hakata region that refers to a person who is in a trance and daydreams all day long.

"Demon Drum" is the author's famous work, writing a strange demon drum with a curse to lead the descendants of the drum maker into the abyss of curse and resentment step by step, which is also real and fantastic, and breathtaking.

Shen Jiawei wrote his name on the novel, and then drew a simple and rough grimace. It's hard to imagine that he would paint such a childish thing. But he was willing to paint all the books of the girl in front of him with his characteristic grimace.

At this time, if you are awake.

I thought she would scream in fright or be surprised, but I didn't expect her to just open her eyes wide and shrink back, and then move to the side quickly.

"What a coincidence. She moved her tasteless lips and squeezed out three barely coping words.

Shen Jiawei ignored Ruoqing, and said with a sly smile: Your novel. Ruoqing thought he was going to give the book to himself, so he reached for it. Who knew that he suddenly held up the book and shouted loudly;

"Professor, I report, Yi Ruoqing read novels in class!"

Before Ruoqing could come to his senses, he was reported by him.

Ruoqing hurriedly picked up his hair and grabbed his ponytail in a panic.

"Give it to me!" she wanted to snatch the novel from Shen Jiawei's hand, but she was too panicked and stood up from the chair.

All the teachers put their eyes on them, and it was not good for Ruoqing to stand or sit at this time. She looked at Shen Jiawei next to her angrily, and her eyes were about to cry with grievances.

The professor walked down and said, "What's the matter? This classmate, you just don't listen to the lecture and sleep, and you still read a novel?! My class is so boring?"

"I ...... I...... Professor, I was wrong. But at this time, her heart is right, the professor's class is really boring!

Ruoqing's face was red to his neck, like a red balloon about to burst. She immediately confessed her mistake, hoping that the professor would help her stop this embarrassing scene quickly.

The changes in the family made Ruo early in the morning not like the hustle and bustle of the crowd and the attention of others. Poor people, no one wants attention, and even if they do, they will turn into cheap sympathy. She felt like a storm about to fall, and she didn't bring an umbrella, so she was restless and could only wait to get wet. Shen Jiawei next to him has an umbrella, and he has a big umbrella in his heart, even if the whole school is standing in front of him, he will not feel a little uneasy. This obvious contrast made Yi Ruoqing feel unhappy and annoyed! Happiness was why he didn't have the slightest anxiety, and his chagrin was why he dozed off? He didn't even know that there was a "special student" sitting next to him.

But the professor doesn't seem to buy it. He patted Shen Jiawei's head with a book, "Classmate, what's the matter with you? If I'm not mistaken, you seem to have arrived in the classroom ten minutes ago." ”

Shen Jiawei also stood up obediently and looked at the professor angrily.

"Professor, she's my girlfriend, and I was worried that she wouldn't be able to listen well, so I followed. She's really reading a novel!" After speaking, he threw a "wink" at Ruoqing.

Girlfriend?

Girlfriend?

Ruoqing looked at Shen Jiawei in a panic, he was so open-mouthed!

The girls in the classroom were also stunned, their eyes became vigilant, and they began to chatter.

"Ahh

"No, I watched him and Zhang Jiajia holding hands yesterday!"

"Professor, he's not my boyfriend, I don't know this classmate. I sleep in class, reading novels, and I admit punishment!"

The professor looked at Ruoqing, then at Shen Jiawei, and said earnestly: "If you fall in love, you will fall in love, and if you go to class, will you go to class, is the classroom a place for you to take care of your housework?

Yes!

Shen Jiawei.

Yi Ruoqing.

If you can't blush, when you hear that the whole school is going to be announced, you want to try your best to defend yourself. But there is no reason, and naturally there is no confidence. I could only shout in surprise, and all the frustration was choked back to my throat.

Shen Jiawei looked like he didn't care, and yes, he was the king of M's skipping classes, and he was not less informed. "Eh, your name is going to appear in the school newspaper along with mine. In front of the professor, his tone became delicate.

Ruoqing glared at him, sat down angrily, turned his head, and looked towards the podium.

Hey, it's been eight lifetimes of coal, and I have to report it to the whole school, and I'm afraid there is no hope for this year's scholarship.

Shen Jiawei also sat down, and after the professor walked to the podium, he threw the novel to Ruoqing: "Na, your novel." "That's right, it was given to Ruoqing in a lost posture. She took the book and didn't want to pay attention to him. I put the novel in my bag. Then he continued to lie on the desk and no longer looked at Shen Jiawei.

Shen Jiawei was also lying on the table, staring at the back of Ruoqing's head, the wind outside the window blew in, her hair danced, the sun shone on her pink shirt and looked vibrant, and every place exuded the breath of spring. Shen Jiawei couldn't help but smile.

However, the whole class of girls stared at him......

Unknowingly, Ruoqing fell asleep again, she must have been too tired from her part-time job last night. Every Wednesday afternoon, she has no classes, and in addition to taking care of the bookstore, she also has to work as a waitress in a café in the evening. At this time, it was spring, and a few butterflies flew outside the window, some were colored, some were monochrome, and some were colorful, and they danced together. Shen Jiawei looked at the butterfly, then at Ruoqing, picked up the pen, and began to sketch on the book. He felt that even Ruoqing, who was sleeping on his stomach on his desk, was very beautiful, just like a butterfly dancing outside the window.

She dreams, he looks at her, they look at him, and the professor looks at them......

rang the class bell like this, but Ruoqing hadn't woken up yet.

"Let's go, class is over, don't look at it" The female classmates' chattering voices made Shen Jiawei feel very irritable, he turned his head, stared at the female classmates behind him, and motioned for them to leave quickly.

Soon there were 2 of them left in the classroom, the afternoon sun, the quiet classroom, like a painting. Shen Jiawei stood up and sat in front of Ruoqing.

At this time, she was frowning, with a somewhat pained expression. He wondered, what kind of dream is it that makes you so miserable that you don't even know after class. Do you hate me so much? He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped Ruoqing's forehead, and his brow began to stretch. He lowered his hand and smiled satisfied.

He lay down on his seat and looked at her quietly. It was as if they had known each other in their previous lives, so familiar and so warm.

Soon, his "declaration" reached Zhang Jiajia's ears. She was originally waiting for Shen Jiawei at M University. The declaration of sovereignty made Zhang Jiajia and her sisters feel the place of the incident quickly.

Zhang Jiajia looked at the scene in front of her and was stunned. Maybe the picture is too beautiful, maybe she has a limited IQ and doesn't know how to deal with this kind of plot that is taken away. The sun shone on her white dress, which was very clean. Her natural curls don't dance in the slightest, no matter how the wind blows. Just like her heart, tenacious.

Her female companion helped her stand up.

"Shen Jiawei!"

The girl's faint and shrill voice pulled Shen Jiawei back, and he looked lazily at the door of the classroom.

"Oh, you're here. ”

The understatement made Zhang Jiajia speechless.

"I have something to tell you. ”

Shen Jiawei looked at Ruoqing, "From today onwards, she will be my girlfriend." ”

The three people standing at the door heard this, but they didn't know how to take it.

Zhang Jiajia's eyes were red, and she walked towards Shen Jiawei.

Syllable!

With a crisp slap, the whole classroom became quieter.

Hehe, Shen Jiawei sneered.

"I mentioned the breakup, I'm sorry for you, this slap, we will clear up, and we are not allowed to find trouble with Yi Ruoqing in the future. ”

Zhang Jiajia's tears burst out of her eyes, and she raised her hand to give Shen Jiawei a second palm.

Yi Ruoqing stood up, she grabbed Zhang Jiajia's hand, and her indifferent tone made people feel cold all over her body.

"I'm not his girlfriend, you're disturbing my dreams. ”

Shen Jiawei did not have surprise in his eyes, but a look of appreciation. Zhang Jiajia's already big eyes opened wider, she opened her hand, and the tears of grievance kept falling.

Yi Ruoqing picked up his schoolbag, bypassed Shen Jiawei and left the classroom.

"What she just said doesn't count, what I say counts. ”

Shen Jiawei threw down this sentence and left Zhang Jiajia away.

Walking to the dormitory, she opened the novel in her hand, looked at Shen Jiawei's prank, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose.

"Cut, this top student, the level of painting is really poor. ”

Oh yes, I forgot to ask him to return my cigarettes.