Lin Bai's shallow breathing was subconsciously lifted up following his footsteps.

Getting closer, getting closer......

Knock knock, regular and rhythmic, as if stepping on her heart.

Here he came, his handsome face bathed in the midday sun, wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt and trousers, a dark shirt, slim trousers, a tall and long body, a slender and straight neck, and his facial features were three-dimensional and distinct: large, deep eyes, full cheekbones, lightly pursed lips, slightly white skin—

This face, isn't it: "Li Moting? ”

Almost subconsciously, Lin Baiqian shouted out this name that had already stirred thousands of times in her heart, and she didn't even notice that she had already stood up from her seat.

In the huge classroom, the man with a strong aura stood in the doorway, the whole person looked like an arrogant insulator, his gaze coldly plundered the long-haired girl in the center of the classroom, who was now clearly superior, and his expression did not change in any way.

Mao Mao excitedly and frightenedly pulled the corner of Lalin's shallow skirt: "Xiaobai, what are you doing, sit down quickly!" ”

Lin Baiqian was completely dumbfounded, and he only saw the slender and flexible figure in his eyes. Is it really him, is it really him?

Li Moting stood on the podium, without any textbooks in his hand, he came empty-handed, because there were only four girls in the class, according to the description of Mao Mao's classmates, it was Lin Bai who stood nervously and became a nymphomaniac, and the other three sat and became.

But at this moment, Li Moting stood on the podium, his dark eyes were deep and sharp, and he showed a very faint and calm smile to Lin Baiqian, who was standing stupidly: "Classmate, are you the class leader?" ”

Looking at his calm appearance, has he forgotten about her and has no impression at all? Because his eyes, without any change, are looking at a stranger.

At that moment, Lin Bai's face was red, embarrassed, ashamed, and both. A faint loss in my heart.

Another taller boy sitting in the front row stood up: "Teacher, I'm the class president. ”

"Very well, sit down."

Finally this time, Lin Baiqian was pulled down by Maomao, but her face and her whole heart no longer belonged to her.

It's really exciting, isn't it?

The tall man on the podium turned around, took the chalk, and wrote on the blackboard three vigorous and powerful characters, Li Moting, and a school mailbox below, as well as a private number.

Lin Baiqian did what all the students did frantically, and on the front page of the notebook, he recorded all the information about him.

Phone number, phone number, is this God hearing her prayers?

"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?" Mao Mao was shocked to find that Lin Baiqian actually cried.

Yes, she cried tears of joy, really, really excited.

A 20-year-old young professor, this is also the youngest professor in the history of A University, no one before or since.

It's just the time of a class, and the three names of Li Moting have swept the major forums of BBS on campus, and the attention and number of comments are still rising.

Lin Baiqian didn't swipe the webpage, her undisguised gaze always followed the man on the podium.

He is really powerful, he doesn't have a textbook, but he also teaches the class so vividly, but unfortunately Lin Baiqian didn't listen to anything, just looking at his figure like this, he was about to get drunk.

And his class time was just right, a second before the class bell rang, he had already announced: "Okay, that's the end of today's class, let's see you on Friday." ”

The class "Criminal Psychology" is only available on Mondays and Fridays, which means that you can only see him twice a week?

Lin Baiqian heard a classmate ask, "Teacher Li, can we send you a text message if we have questions?" ”

"Send an email, I don't usually see the message, get out of class."

He was gone, at an astonishing speed, out of their sight. Lin Baiqian sat on the chair, his whole heart was still beating non-stop, his palms were dripping with cold sweat, it was really him, it was really Li Moting who was back.

"Ahh

Mao Mao was in pain, looked up to the sky and roared, and his whole face was distorted in pain: "Xiaobai, what are you doing!" ”

"Really, really! Mao Mao, Wu Shuang, Xingyue, I invite you to eat, go, eat! ”

This week, Li Moting's name has become an unparalleled legend in the history of A University, but Lin Baiqian spent a lot of effort and failed to meet Li Moting on campus again.

In the end, it was Mao Mao, who had great powers, who brought the news: "Li Moting is only a visiting professor, and he only takes us in this class, he takes two classes a week, and he is not usually in school, so we can't see him except during class time." ”

Lin Baiqian was disappointed. There was a deep sense of disappointment. She had already determined that he really didn't remember her, he was like that, he never cared about things he didn't care about.

Lying on the bed with her mobile phone, a text message has been edited and deleted in her mobile phone, deleted and edited back and forth dozens of times, Li Moting, you are back, it's good...... No, no, Li Moting, I like you?

Lin Bai had a headache, and always felt that no word could express her feelings well, and when she was hesitating, Wu Shuang, who was facing the bed, suddenly climbed up: "What are you doing, Xiaobai." ”

Lin Bai was startled, her fingers slipped, and when she reacted, her mobile phone prompted that the text message had been sent successfully: "Ah-" She exclaimed, almost scaring Wu Shuang, "What's wrong, Xiaobai!" ”

What to do.

Lin Bai wept lightly, and her heart was tormented in the uneasy oil pot for a few days and nights, but the mobile phone was still quiet and unresponsive, she suddenly understood, Li Moting said, send an email if there is something, such a text message, Li Moting will receive I don't know how many messages every day, and he doesn't know her mobile phone number, how can he care.

But she was too worried.

But until he was in this school, and knew that he was in this city, and that he was close at hand, was there nothing better than that?

The dormitory classmates soon discovered that Lin Baiqian seemed to suddenly work hard, hard - lose weight!

At noon, the cafeteria.

"Maomao, this meat is too old, let's eat it for you."

"Okay," Maomao happily accepted.

In the evening, the cafeteria.

"Xingyue, I have too much noodles, let's eat it for you."

“…… Good. So Jiang Xingyue also accepted it amicably.

Four days later, on Friday.

Mao Mao stood in front of the full-length mirror, originally wanted to wear a beautiful look, showing her graceful figure, but looked down at the waist of her pants, took two deep breaths, and with the help of Wu Shuang, she barely tore the zipper with a sound, but she almost tightened her waist, and it hurt when she moved: "No, no, these pants are already tight, and now they seem to be ...... No, no, I have to change. ”

Wu Shuang touched her original goose egg face: "Why do I feel that my face is swollen a little bit these days." ”

In the bedroom, there were suddenly a few pleasant whistles, and everyone found that Lin Baiqian was wearing a light blue dress and a shawl with long hair, looking youthful.