Chapter 808: President, He's a Voice Controller! 25
Then he seemed to be carelessly shifting his gaze, and his gaze fell on the teacher who was lecturing in front of him, and the pen in his hand unconsciously turned around in his hand, "Next Monday afternoon, the social survey organized by the school council, the minister and deputy minister are going to go, have you received the notice?" ”
Chu Ci nodded, and yawned slightly, seeing that he was indeed very sleepy listening to this course.
Qiao Sirui's eyes fell on Chu Ci's face again, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and flick a brain melon on Chu Ci's head.
Chu Ci's eyes widened slightly, looking at the guy in front of him like this, he let out a low cry of pain, and then subconsciously looked in the direction of the podium.
The teacher was still lecturing on it and didn't notice this, and two of her three roommates next to her couldn't hold on and fell asleep in various positions, leaving only Zhang Feiyu, who was sitting on the outermost and was most easily seen by the teacher, struggling in a half-asleep and half-awake way.
I just got up from the bed, and I have to take such a course early in the morning, isn't this hypnosis, what is this?
The corners of Chu Ci's lips twitched slightly, and then he raised his hand and poked the arm of the guy who had just bounced his brain.
This guy looks extremely tall, although he has a kind of fierceness all over his body, but this kind of fierceness is more like the young master of the noble family, the kind of flamboyance and wildness of the little young master of the capital, rather than the kind of hormonal explosion.
But when you really poke it, you can clearly feel that the muscles that are tangled under the clothes of this person are hard and hard, not at all like the image of a white young master that looks on the outside, which is estimated to be the extent that a punch can knock people down.
"Poke what?" Qiao Sirui's hand had already been withdrawn, and this master, who had finally changed his mind after going to college, was more serious about courses and other things, and threw the black carbon pen aside, probably thinking that it was a waste of time to memorize these things, so he leaned back in the chair, raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and watched Chu Ci's white and tender little fingers poke his arm.
"Didn't you say that the gentleman didn't move his mouth?" The little girl was flicked and looked like this, and she seemed to be weirdly depressed, and she poked his arm sullenly and said so.
Qiao Sirui chuckled lightly, didn't comment on this, and saw that no one was paying attention to the surrounding area, so he reached out and grabbed the little girl's little paw and put it aside.
The touch in the palm of his hand is warm and soft, delicate like a piece of top-quality jade collected by his grandfather, who likes to collect antiques, and the touch is excellent, making people almost reluctant to let go.
Qiao Sirui withdrew his hand, his empty hand, and scratched it a few more times in a place that others couldn't see.
At the same time, don't forget to speak.
"Listen well."
Chu Ci curled the corners of his lips, turned his gaze, and looked at the hypnotic screen.
Qiao Sirui picked up the carbon pen that he threw aside, listed complex formulas in his notebook according to his memory, and used the questions he had written down before to calculate extremely complex things little by little, Chu Ci didn't care about it after a few glances.
Qiao Sirui lowered his eyes and counted, sniffing the faint aroma of cream and milk mixed with Chu Ci next to him, and his mood was unexpectedly good, and the sharpness in his eyes was usually a little scattered.
A slightly long strand of silk slid down in front of him, covering a little bit of his vision, and Qiao Sirui subconsciously raised his hand to push the strand aside.