This morning, Ling Yuxing has an elective class, Chinese Antique Appreciation and Analysis.

The most hated word of young people nowadays probably includes antiques. This class is particularly deserted, with one teacher and five students.

Ling Yuxing doesn't like popular elective courses, and crowded classrooms are not fun at all, so she likes to be quiet. This elective course has the fewest students over the years, and she deliberately picked this course to make up credits.

In the huge classroom, there are just a few students, the teacher is not arrogant or impatient in class, and the hearty and gentle lecture voice slowly swings in the classroom.

The spring wind gently flew in through the window and over the long tabletop, and sometimes whoever accidentally put a blank piece of paper on the table would be blown to the ground and fluttered to the ground.

Ling Yuxing was intently watching the PPT played by the teacher on the podium, picked up the pen and wanted to take some notes, when someone suddenly sat down in the vacant seat next to him. Ten minutes into the class, this man came.

Who didn't sit in so many vacant seats, but preferred to choose the seat next to her to sit down? She turned her head to see that the other person was smiling at her. Behind him was the bright morning sun outside the window, and he was wearing a clean white shirt with the smell of the sea.

"Ling Rui?" She frowned, why did this kid come.

His eyebrows and eyes are crooked and good-looking, and his thin pink lips smile, revealing his white teeth very delicately.

"I just took this class, and by coincidence, you're there too." All his proximity was painstaking.

She didn't doubt his words at all, after all, he had just transferred to this school, so he probably wouldn't deliberately take an antique analysis course in order to take the same elective course as her.

However, she was curious about his original intention.

Once he was seated, she wrote a line on scratch paper and placed it in front of him.

"Do you like antique things?"

Her handwriting is different from other girls, not a cute type, but sharp and flying, free and easy with a sense of pride.

His thin lips pursed slightly, I don't like antique toys, I only like you, so I like everything you like.

When his pen fell on the paper, it was written with two simple words: "Yes." ”

"I can't see it." She chuckled softly.

The female teacher who was lecturing on the stage couldn't help but look at him from the moment he entered the door, and the whole state of the lecture became light, with a happy and expectant smile.

Every time he glanced at the teacher, the teacher was visibly breathless, obviously nervous and slightly happy.

He had to minimize eye contact with his teacher. Quietly read the courseware, or the textbook, or occasionally turn your head to stare at her while she lowered her head to take notes.

Her long, thick eyelashes curled upwards in unison, glowing with aura as she blinked.

The time of a class slipped by quickly, and she felt that the time passed too quickly every time, and the bell rang before she could finish listening.

She walked out of the classroom with him, one after the other.

The other four students in the classroom, all girls, had made an appointment to talk to him and came out after them.

"Ling Rui!" It was the youngest girl, and she was pushed to the front by her companion to ask him for contact information.

"Hello." He turned and responded politely.

When he was Su Xuan, it was impossible for him to ignore these little girls. But he is Ling Rui at the moment, and he is a warm and sunny teenager.

She looked back at the girls, their eyes shining with admiration, and they looked at him with a smile and a cautious look.

Oh, they just wanted to call him.

Ling Shaochen has encountered this situation a lot in school, and she is not at all surprised by the girlish feelings in the hearts of these girls of the same age.

So, she walked first, not wanting to spend time waiting for him to deal with the girls.