Chapter 806: President, He's a Voice Transmitter! 23
Ding Weiyan and the three of them did occupy two seats next to them, and waited until they saw Qiao Sirui who came in behind Chu Ci.
Several people couldn't help but glance at each other, watching Chu Ci sit next to them, the tall and handsome man also sat next to her, and raised his hand to open the notebook he was holding in his hand, and the black carbon pen in his hand turned around extremely casually.
Just lowered his eyes, with a kind of laziness that no one could approach, and then looked at the little girl sitting next to him lying on the table.
Wearing a simple and bright T-shirt, although I talked to this person outside for a while, after returning to the sweltering classroom, I immediately became a little drowsy.
With her chin on her hands, she lay on the table with her eyes half-squinted, and waited for the eyes of a few people to meet the eyes of the bewildered little girl before she remembered their roommates who still didn't know the situation.
Chu Ci straightened up, glanced sideways at the guy who raised his hand and raised his silver glasses, this is the introduction to Ding Weiyan and a few people.
"This is our school council chairman Qiao Sirui, who is already a junior, and is here to ...... today" Chu Ci hesitated for a moment, looked at the curious and blank eyes of several people, and said with an expressionless face what this person just said, and he knew that he was talking nonsense when he heard it, "Rub our public classes and cultivate sentiment." ”
Tian Jing: ......
Zhang Feiyu: ......
Ding Weiyan: ......
In the indescribable gazes of several people, Chu Ci clearly saw such a meaning: You are good-looking, do you have any special habits?
The corners of Chu Ci's lips twitched slightly, and she turned her head again to look at Qiao Sirui, who had greeted her roommate lightly.
For Qiao Sirui, although most of the freshmen don't know each other, they still know a little, and they are a little surprised to see him here, but because a few people came early, they occupied a relatively good position, and the five of them were just right in a row here, plus Qiao Sirui's breath of being unapproachable.
Whether it's a girl you know or a girl you don't know, the little bit of caution that comes out of birth is dissipated, and it's just time to start class, and the teacher starts to lecture.
The foreign language history teacher is an older old man, usually not serious, but the lessons he teaches always make people feel drowsy.
Chu Ci listened hard with his chin on his back for a while.
In the morning, the classroom was crowded with people, the air was not circulated, and it was inevitably a little stuffy, and after a while, there was already a piece of sleep around.
Qiao Sirui couldn't help but rub his eyes sleepily, he really hadn't audited this kind of open class in the foreign language department, so he really didn't know that it was such a lecture.
Suddenly, there was some understanding, and he said that he had come to listen, where did the shock on the faces of this little girl and the roommates next to her come from.
Qiao Sirui pushed the tip of his tongue against the soft flesh in his mouth, and then quietly turned his gaze and fell on the little girl next to him.
The little girl who was full of vitality and his bright paws just now was already supporting her head, her eyelids drooping, hanging down and opening suddenly, drooping down and opening violently.
The small body shook slightly, and finally tried to straighten up, supporting the chin with one hand, making the already round cheeks look softer and fleshy.