Unconsciously, Qin Chenchen felt that someone grabbed his right hand, and then, with a snap, Qin Chenchen only felt that his palm was about to explode.

Jumping up from the chair with a rub, she shook her right hand and howled: "Woo~ It hurts, it hurts!" ”

Leng Mo's signature cello-like low and charming voice sounded: "Do you dare to sleep in class?" ”

Qin Chenchen was furious, "I didn't sleep." ”

"Oh?" Leng Mo raised his eyebrows, "Then you repeat what Mr. Mao said just now." ”

Qin Chenchen was indignant, "Mr. Mao said so many things, do you want me to repeat so much?" How can it be? ”

Without repeating too much, just repeat his last sentence. Huh?"

Leng Mo crossed his arms and watched with interest as Qin Chenchen's expression changed... Embarrassment!

Qin Chenchen began to bow his head, lowered his eyebrows, his long black and slender eyelashes were wet, trembling and trembling, looking very aggrieved and pitiful.

She whispered, "I... I really didn't sleep. It is... The eyes are a little small. ”

Small? The eyes were as big and bright as coins.

The corners of Leng Mo's mouth twitched, "It's not small, it's just quite blind!" ”

Talking nonsense with your eyes open!

"I ......"

"Alright, let's move on." Leng Mo said impatiently.

"Oh."

Qin Chenchen sat back in his chair and secretly exhaled to his beaten little hand.

Leng Mo noticed her small movement, her eyes were deep, and a touch of distress crossed her eyes.

He had just hit her little palm with a ruler, but he couldn't bear to use too much force. It's just that the little girl has fine skin and tender meat, and if you beat it, it will inevitably hurt.

He shook his head helplessly, and then went to the corner of the room by the window and sat down at a mahogany desk.

Qin Chenchen was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Alas? What are you doing sitting there? ”

Leng Mo glanced at her coldly, "Do you have an opinion?" ”

"Of course I have an opinion. We're in class, isn't it disturbing us for you to stay here? ”

"Excuse me?" Leng Mo took out the laptop from the computer bag he had been carrying, turned it on, and then replied coolly: "I don't think so." ”

Qin Chenchen looked at Mr. Mao with a pleading gaze.

I saw Mr. Mao toss his beard again, and said amiably: "Don't bother, don't bother." ”

Qin Chenchen got up, walked to Leng Mo's side, and looked at the computer screen: "What are you doing?" ”

"Class."

"You're in class too? What classes are taken? ”

"Online classes."

"Oh... You still haven't told me what classes you took? ”

"......" Leng Mo's eyes flicked and stared at her dangerously, "I counted three times, and immediately disappeared in front of me." ”

"No, if you take the computer to class, it will disturb my class."

"Three!"

"Oops. There will be a voice, why are you so unreasonable? ”

"Two!" The tone rises, and the smell of danger is stronger.

"Leng Mo, why are you so annoying?"

"One!"

"OK, I'm gone!"

At the last second, she disappeared in resignation.

When she obediently sat back in her chair, she saw Leng Mo take out a pair of head-mounted black headphones and put them on. The slender fingers flew on the keyboard a few times, and then the middle finger slammed heavily on the ENTER key.

His figure was too slender, sitting in the middle of the table and a chair, slightly crowded. He sits casually, with his innate languid nobility.

His attention was always on the computer screen, but Qin Chenchen was attracted by the sunlight on his face.

Oh my God, what kind of person is this? It can be handsome to the extreme, or it can be beautiful and explicit.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt and pale blue jeans today. The hem of the shirt didn't squeeze into his pants, he just left it like that, and there was a sense of decadence and bewitchment that kept haunting him.