"Wenwen ......" Sheng Xiaoxia stabbed Yin Wenwen with his elbow and reminded in a low voice: "The teacher is calling you." ”

Yin Wenwen came back to his senses and stood up in a panic, his eyes blank. The old man on the podium pushed his reading glasses with his hand, his eyes shone slightly, and he said earnestly: "Yin Wenwen, you have to concentrate on that ...... in class."

I thought it was over, but I didn't expect the old man to continue slowly: "Although it is said in "The Troubles of Young Werther": 'Which teenager is not in love, which girl is not pregnant with spring', but now is the classroom, and it is not the time to think nonsense......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom erupted in laughter. Yin Wenwen's face turned red, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his head. I only felt that my face was burning badly, as if I was about to bleed.

At this time, a boy took the initiative to stand up, and his voice was very charming: "Professor Huang, let me answer." The historical capacity of the British people reminds me of Germany, which fell into the abyss of fascist power precisely because of the lack of such a firm democratic concept and courageous self-sacrifice of the British people......"

His volunteering not only rescued Yin Wenwen, but also rescued the embarrassing cold scene. A girl was whispering below, it was Wei Sijiao's voice: "He's so handsome, what's his name?" ”

"You don't know Lu Zhaoyin, but he is the secretary of the Youth League Committee of the Student Union."

It's not surprising that Wei Sijiao doesn't know, who told her not to come to class often.

"She's got something in her head. I don't know such a simple question......"

"I heard that she recently hooked up with An Minjie ......"

"But doesn't she have a boyfriend? Pedal two boats......"

……

The voice of the words behind became smaller and quieter, and I saw that they did not forget to glance at Yin Wenwen a few times while whispering, and their eyes were full of disdain and disdain.

"Wenwen, ignore them. A group of three-eight. Xu Duo frowned, glared at them unhappily, and softly comforted Yin Wenwen.

Fortunately, the old man didn't babble on and on, but just nodded at Yin Wenwen and motioned for her to sit down. Yin Wenwen has always turned a deaf ear to gossip, and after getting the old man's approval, he quickly sat down in embarrassment, and today can be regarded as a shame and thrown to his grandmother's house.

"Wenwen, you seem to be a little absent-minded lately." Sheng Xiaoxia chewed gum and flipped through the comic book in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Yin Wenwen.

"No, what can I think?" Yin Wenwen pretended to smile easily, but his tone was unstoppably lonely. It seems that since I changed my major, many unexpected things have been related to me, and I don't know how long my seemingly peaceful life can last.

After class, An Minjie glanced at Yin Wenwen meaningfully. He doesn't seem to be annoyed by his appearance, is he also indifferent to this kind of rumor? Or is he used to it.

The answer was noncommittal. Along the way, my right eyelid kept jumping, and my heart was empty, as if something was going to happen.

Before they reached the dormitory, a familiar and unfamiliar melody sounded. Yin Wenwen hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and his breathing became short. The heart was pounding, the phone was quiet, the two people were seesawing, and the silence was depressing.

"Hey." Yin Wenwen moved his lips, and his muffled voice was a little uneasy.

The other party was silent for a long time, and finally opened his mouth. "Wenwen. We...... It's still good friends, right? ”

Yin Wenwen was stunned and said, "You ...... What does it mean......"

There was another suffocating silence.

"I'm sorry." The other end of the phone spit out a few words and hung up.

Yin Wenwen's hand loosened without warning, and the books in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.