"Classmate, can I sit here?" Wen Tian winked at Shangguan Chen and asked in a decent manner.

"Yes." Shangguan Chen nodded, his eyes full of smiles.

Li Yan glanced at it and left, she still didn't know that Wen Tian and Shangguan Chen were a couple. She thought that Wen Tian chose the seat next to Shangguan Chen because only Shangguan Chen did not have the same table in the classroom, and the rest of the people had the same table, as for why Shangguan Chen did not refuse, it was probably because he was worried about the little girl's face.

If the other students in the class knew what their homeroom teacher was thinking, they would definitely not care about her name and give her a big roll of eyes, Shangguan Chen was most concerned about the little girl's face? How can you embarrass those girls who were directly rejected by him?

After the Chinese teacher came, Li Yan left, and after Li Yan left, the class completely exploded.

"it, I was fed dog food just after breakfast."

"The Chinese teacher is here, stop talking." I don't know who shouted, and the voice in the class disappeared immediately.

The Chinese teacher is a man in his forties, and he is simply the senior brother of the extermination teacher, huh...... It may also be her master, who has a very strange personality, so his class and the class are very well-behaved.

Of course, at the beginning, some people were not convinced and openly provoked him, but later he was beaten by his father, and the painful lessons of his predecessors made the class dare not make mistakes.

After Wen Tian sat down, he held Shangguan Chen's hand from under the desk, and asked him in a low voice with a smile: "Ah Chen, are you surprised?" ”

"Surprise." Shangguan Chen clenched the small hand in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and replied.

The Chinese teacher on the podium glanced at Wen Tian and Shangguan Chen, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, he thought that Wen Tian came in through the back door, and he didn't like anyone who had a backstage.

The Chinese teacher began to lecture, and everyone below began to do their own thing, and few people listened to him carefully, because it was too boring.

Wen Tian looked at the people around her who had something to do, and then looked at herself, there was nothing, she looked at Shangguan Chen and found that he was ...... Struggling to write?

Wen Tian turned his head curiously, it was a business case.

"Ah Chen, why are you writing this?" Wen Qian asked curiously.

"This is a case that the world is competing for." Shangguan Chen stopped writing and looked at Wen Tian.

A case in which the world is competing? Wen Tian recalled that in his previous life, at this time, the Qiao family relied on the financial support of the Wen family to successfully defeat a strong opponent and get a case, is this it?

"Ah Chen, is the competitor the Qiao family?" Wen Tian asked.

"Well, Tilt knows?" Shangguan Chen's eyes flashed and he asked.

Wen was stunned, "Well, yes, I heard my father mention it once before." After Wen Tian finished speaking, he continued: "Ah Chen, come on, I don't like Qiao Xijing, and I don't like the Qiao family." ”

"Tilt doesn't like the Qiao family? Then how about I help you turn the Qiao family into the Wen family? Shangguan Chen said with a smile.

"Don't, donate it." Wen Tian frowned, thought for a while and said.

"Hehe, since that's the case, then this business plan should also be changed." Shangguan Chen directly overturned everything he had written before.

"Won't it be troublesome? If it's troublesome, just do it, Dust. Wen Tian replied directly, simply and rudely.

The corners of Shangguan Chen's forehead twitched, what was his little girlfriend thinking about all day?

Wen Tian leaned on the table and looked at Shangguan Chen's serious appearance, and fell asleep when he looked at it, his small mouth was slightly angry, as if he was asking for a kiss.

Although Shangguan Chen was busy, he still kept an eye on Wen Tian's movements, and at this moment, seeing Wen Tian fall asleep, he stopped what he was doing, picked up the sketchbook, and drew on it.

Soon, a sleeping essay jumped on the paper.