Guan Lang didn't have eyes in the back of his head, so he naturally couldn't see Gao Qianhe feeling sorry for himself.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't explain anything.

Because this guy has a big heart, it won't be long before he reverts to gossip and tease him with a hippie smile.

The class begins as the lecturer opens the courseware folder.

Today's course is about the large and small wooden works of the Song Dynasty, which belongs to the history of ancient Chinese architecture.

Usually this kind of course, such as introduction, general history, and so-and-so history, is the most hated course for Guan Lang.

There are many texts that need to be recorded and memorized, and if they just memorize the written content, they also need to write down a lot of sketches of the corresponding buildings in order to meet the 30-point drawing problem for the final exam.

Guan Lang is still very interested in this kind of course, after all, he doesn't want to be distracted during the summer vacation to prepare for the review of the make-up exam, which is too bad, for the scorching summer that should be unrestrained, eating watermelon and watching animation, it is a devastating blow.

Guan Lang listened attentively, holding a pencil in his hand and marking the key points on the thick textbook for the final exam.

When the lecturer put down the lesson plan and took the hot water cup to drink and rest, Guan Lang glanced at An Xiaqing, who was sitting on the side, and saw that she was full of vitality before class, but now she was dizzy, with her chin supported by the palms of her two hands, her eyes were numb, and she didn't know where she went.

Guan Lang knew that this would be the case, and they were all drowsy when they listened to this class, not to mention An Xiaqing, a little budding newcomer from an art academy, listening to all kinds of architectural terminology that he didn't understand at all, as if listening to a book from heaven.

Why bother? Guan Lang sighed.

In fact, An Xiaqing was not wandering in the world at the beginning, in order to force her face in class, she also tried hard to integrate into the class, but soon she found that it was too difficult.

Birds, general auctions, and ...... What are they?

It's obviously not a rare word, but it can't be understood when combined.

Therefore, when she found out that Guan Lang had been listening carefully and ignoring her, on the one hand, she secretly felt that she was ignored, and on the other hand, she was a little relieved, she didn't have to be laughed at by him, and after thinking about it, she simply began to "sleep" with her eyes open.

"I'll ask a question for a classmate to answer, I see that you are all about to fall asleep, and let you wake up. The teacher on the podium began the usual routine question time again, and he himself knew that the class was boring, so he often asked someone to answer questions in the middle of the class, so that the students could not sleep when they were nervous, and secondly, they could also make the students worry more when they wanted to skip his class.

Of course, if there is a roll call link in each class, the effect of anti-skipping class will be better, but he generally does not do this, more than 100 people, and it will be wasted about ten minutes for a roll call.

When An Xiaqing heard his words, he immediately woke up from the confusion, like a man's back.

She suddenly remembered what Guan Lang reminded her before class just now, and at that time she thought it was just Guan Lang's deception to force her to leave, but she didn't expect it to be true!

The lecturer above scanned from below with a pair of piercing eyes.

An Xia shrunk her neck and looked down at the tips of her shoes.

Although she is not a student here, this kind of anxiety before the teacher points someone to answer the question is a lingering nightmare engraved in the bones of most students.

Except for the top students and the gods, they are desperate to be picked up and pretended to be forced by the teacher.

The classroom was quiet and could be heard clearly as a pin dropped, and the students sat upright, without saying a word, without even turning their heads, and the slightest movement could increase the probability of being noticed.

It shouldn't be so unlucky, there are hundreds of people in a classroom, and the chance of hitting her is very small. An Xia Qing comforted herself in her heart.

However, this kind of thing is so wonderful to ask questions in class, when you feel that it doesn't matter in your heart, it often won't point you, and when you desperately pray silently not to point to yourself, you often can't avoid it.

"Just the girl in the blue spotted shirt. As soon as the teacher made the final decision, all corners of the classroom resounded with a relieved sound of relief, as well as one or two imperceptible sighs of regret.

Everyone tacitly hugged the happiness of the dead friends and the poor people.

Even Guan Lang is the same, the teacher's class questions are like Schrödinger's cat, you will never know the difficulty of the question until he speaks.

An Xiaqing pointed at herself, looking left and right to find another blue spotted shirt.

"Well, that's you. The teacher's reply shattered the last shred of her luck.

An Xiaqing's face was pale, she didn't expect that she was really the decrepit boy in the class!

She squirmed to her feet, trying to explain to the teacher that she was not a student in the class.

However, the teacher didn't give her a chance to speak, so she just threw off the question.

"The first question is a simple one, please briefly summarize the three aspects of the material in the Song Dynasty?"

The teacher stared at An Xiaqing, feeling that this student seemed to be quite unfamiliar, although he couldn't remember the students in the class, but if the students had normal attendance, he would still have some impressions.

The discovery made his brow furrow.

An Xiaqing: "......"

"Ahem, that shouldn't be that difficult, right? I just talked about it ten minutes ago, so I let you make the point. The teacher's face became slightly serious.

Guan Lang looked at her confused look and felt a little funny.

See if you dare to come next time?

He flipped through the page of the textbook where the answers were, marked with a red pen and a thick line, and then moved the book to An Xiaqing's desk without a trace.

Gently knocked twice on the table to remind An Xiaqing.

After An Xiaqing lowered his head and found out, he hurriedly replied.

"Well, next time you listen to the class, you have to be more serious. Since she answered, the teacher didn't say anything more, nodded and let her sit down.

"The boy in black in the third row, explain the meaning of the side foot......" the teacher asked again on the stage.

An Xiaqing sat down and found the teasing look on Guan Lang's face, and pouted dissatisfiedly.

But she couldn't say anything, firstly, she decided to come to "skip the class" by herself, and secondly, Guan Lang also helped her just now.

So this grievance can only be swallowed in her stomach.

"Do you want to come to class next time?" Guan Lang asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

“......”

"Also!" An Xiaqing said through gritted teeth.

She wants to become friends with Guan Lang first, and then move him with affection, and persuade him to return to the hand-drawn club.

"Uh-huh, come on. Guan Lang shrugged his shoulders and encouraged.

......

Arrive home at noon.

Guan Lang continued to carry a large glass bottle of soybeans with green hairs on the rooftop to expose to the sun.

The soybeans that have been koji-making need to be exposed to the sun for three days before proceeding to the next step.

Qin Yanxi had already written down all the points that needed attention to him in a notebook.

He didn't want to bother her too much about making sauce.

You can't let her come once every three days, then people will definitely have opinions, and if you don't say it, you will definitely not be happy in your heart.