Wen Changqing stopped talking, his dark pupils were like night, the light from them was unpredictable, and there were dots of broken light in his pupils.

His gaze is not sharp at all, on the contrary, it is very peaceful, but it just makes people shudder.

Yang Shan has been dodging, her personality is not like Qiao Rong, and she has not experienced any strong winds and waves, she was looked at like this by the assistant coach in front of so many people, she almost subconsciously wanted to cry.

Her skin is very thin, although she usually gossips a little.

She really wanted to deal with Professor Feng immediately and sit down, but every time she glanced at Qiao Rong, she wanted to say something.

Qiao Rong is her best friend, and she doesn't want to and can't betray her.

Qiao Rong knew that Yang Sancoral was actually very difficult, on the one hand, she was a professor and on the other hand, she was a best friend, she wanted to get out but couldn't get out, and she was still struggling for her.

"I asked her just now, Xiao Yang Yang, didn't you say that Wen Changqing went abroad? How did he end up here? Then she replied that I didn't know. ”

Qiao Rong looked directly into Wen Changqing's eyes and said word by word.

As soon as her voice fell, the atmosphere flowing in the entire classroom seemed to be even more eerie.

Especially the atmosphere around Wen Changqing, little by little, it became icy.

He himself was a little confused, he didn't expect the two of them to be discussing things about him.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing, Professor Feng smiled and waved his cane to signal the two of them to sit down.

Wen Changqing also went down the steps given by Professor Feng, turned around and took the whiteboard marker to continue writing and drawing on the teaching board.

He was now completely facing away from everyone, and he was very serious about drawing a diagram of the organs of the human body on the blackboard with his bare hands.

Professor Feng didn't know if it was intentional, he first drew a diagram of the male human organs, and left the female organ diagram on the other side for Wen Changqing to draw.

But Wen Changqing can't help but paint, and he has to paint seriously and meticulously.

Because Wen Changqing drew on the far left of the teaching board, so that Qiao Rong, who was sitting in the middle, could see his side face and all his movements.

At this time, the entire classroom of about 240 students all turned their eyes to Wen Changqing's pen to see how he drew it.

The 241st person, Qiao Rong, was different from them, although she was staring at the general direction, her eyes were completely attracted by Wen Changqing's bony hand.

Qiao Rong looked at it and felt that her heart was beating abnormally inexplicably, and it was getting more and more intense.

Damn!

What the hell is this?

Why is Wen Changqing's hand becoming more and more attractive?

Is it exciting?

Is she intrigued?

What to do?

She panicked.

She actually moved at Wen Changqing's palm.

When Qiao Rong realized this, she forced herself to quickly look away, following the movements of his hand to the painting he was painting.

This is not to be seen, Qiao Rong, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, is guilty of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Wen Changqing's female breast imitation just painted has no head?

Isn't this a misguided child?

This is simply a great disrespect for women and persecution of people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The more Qiao Rong looked at it, the more strange she felt, and the more she looked at it, the more uncomfortable she felt, she almost wanted to rush up and snatch the pen in Wen Changqing's hand and help him draw the place that was not painted perfectly.

But she can't rush up now, can she?

That's not good.

Qiao Rong's cunning eyes turned, and with an idea, she suddenly remembered that she added Wen Changqing's WeChat.

Now it's easy to do......