Someone once said that someone who has nothing to do with you, even if you pass by every day, you won't notice him. And those who have crossed paths and are deeply impressed, even in the vast crowd, you can recognize him at a glance.

Professor Li is the most famous and senior professor at Qing University, and of course he is the most severe.

Almost no one dared to be late for his class.

Of course, Zhihua is an exception.

Zhihua entered the classroom with his body, and Professor Li was lecturing on the podium, Zhihua casually found a vacant seat and sat down, patting his chest.

She breathed a sigh of relief, "Whew, it's good that she hasn't been discovered." ”

"Some people don't think that mathematics is useless and don't pay attention to it, I tell you, students who are late don't take chances, thinking that I won't know."

"If you want to pass the course at the end of the semester, just tell me directly, I'll give you this opportunity."

The sound of Professor Li's lecture stopped, and he picked up the ruler and patted the podium, his voice crisp.

"Today I'm giving some people one last chance, and hopefully it won't be you next time."

After a pause, Professor Li continued, his eyes falling straight on Zhihua's body with a little dissatisfaction.

Zhihua was a little embarrassed, she touched her nose, and then erected the book, blocking her head and the meaningful gaze of other insiders.

Well, basically these people know that the person who is late is her, so it's embarrassing.

It's also strange to say, the results of all subjects of Zhihua are very sharp, but mathematics has not been able to mention the tail of the crane, and every time it is stuck in the line.

Well, maybe it's not Zhihua who is working hard, but Professor Li, trying to make Zhihua pass and let her not fail.

Actually, she's helpless too, okay?

Mathematics, mathematics, is her pain.

Habitually glanced back, only one glance, Zhihua was stunned.

In an inconspicuous corner in the back row, a pair of indifferent and somewhat alienated eyes looked at her.

Those eyes were familiar to her.

Song Nanqiao!

A name suddenly popped up, and Zhihua was slightly stunned.

It turns out that he is also a student of Qingdao University, and he is still in the same class as her.

Maybe it's because the name is so good, and I remember the painting clearly.

The time of a class passed quietly, and Professor Li just said that the class was over, and Zhihua picked up the book and wanted to run out with a cigarette.

"Draw, remember to be on time next time!"

"Xiaohua, the whole Qing University is the most courageous, and you dare to be late for the old man's class."

"It's good that the professor didn't say anything this time, otherwise you would be miserable."

"Zhihua, take care next time."

Before Zhihua took a step, some people who usually had a good relationship with Zhihua began to ridicule her.

Zhihua is not late once or twice, but for a long time, and they are used to it, and I believe that Professor Li is too.

Zhihua touched his nose and maintained a polite smile on his face, "Hehe, this time it was an accident." ”

I complained silently in my heart, and then ran away.

It's embarrassing, woo woo.

Although she is usually late, she will not be broken in public, and now she wants to dig a pit and bury herself.

Sneaking to the door of the classroom, Zhihua's steps stopped moving for a moment.

I saw Professor Li and Song Nanqiao talking at the door of the classroom, and Professor Li was full of smiles.

What the hell?

Zhihua couldn't help but rub his eyes, this unsmiling devil would actually laugh so much...... Gentle?

Did the sun come out of the west?

The front door is not easy to walk, so Zhihua wants to go back.

"Knowing the painting."

As soon as he turned around, he was stopped by a stern voice.

Zhihua secretly supported his forehead and turned around silently, "Hehe, Professor Li, do you have any advice?" ”

The smile and the voice are as hypocritical as they are.

Look, this is different, just now I was still smiling, but now it is really turning yin in a second.

"Come to my office, let's have tea."

Professor Li frowned and looked at Zhihua, with an expression of hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

"Professor, just drink tea, I don't like it."

Zhihua waved his hand and hurriedly pretended to be stupid.

She's too hard.

"Professor Li, the senior sister is very cute, so don't embarrass her."

Song Nanqiao had a smile on his lips, his gaze paused on Zhihua's face, and he quickly looked away.

It's hard to see Professor Li's behavior of blowing his beard and glaring, but he really thinks it's funny, and even thinks this girl called Zhihua is interesting.

"For Nan Qiao's sake, don't take it as an example."

Professor Li's eyes glared at the painting fiercely.

"This is your senior, Song Nanqiao, who is now a junior, from the Department of Finance, and a minor in the Department of Mathematics."

"Look at how good people are, and see what virtues you have."

Professor Li glared at Zhihua angrily, and then brushed his sleeves and left.

I was really angry with him.

He has been a professor for so many years, so he knows that painting can infuse him the most.

"Stinky old man."

Staring at Professor Li's back, Zhihua made a grimace and complained dissatisfied.

I love to catch her, and I annoy people to death.

"Senior sister, it's quite a coincidence."

Song Nanqiao put his hands in his trouser pockets, and there was a warm smile on his face.

He squinted at the playful girls in front of him, and suddenly felt a little funny.

The amazing woman who dared to teach the old class that was widely spread throughout Qing University turned out to be her.

Quite dare a little girl.

Zhihua is a sophomore, and Song Nanqiao is a junior.

"It's a coincidence."

Zhihua touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

It's a shameful thing to be seen.

"Do you have any classes later?"

Song Nanqiao glanced at the watch on his wrist, and he asked slowly.

Zhihua blinked slightly, then shook his head, "Today's class is over." ”

In the afternoon, she would stick to her bed and never leave her bed.

"Well, that's right," Song Nanqiao nodded, "Let's go, please drink milk tea." ”

He still remembers that time, since there was a fate, then milk tea must be invited.

"Ah, no."

Zhihua hurriedly shook his head and refused, a little embarrassed.

After all, I am not familiar with the man in front of me.

"Sister Zhihua, I don't want to be a person who doesn't believe in my words."

Song Nanqiao emphasized that he would not say what he couldn't do, and since he had said it, it was impossible for him not to keep his promises.

Even if the other party is not a painter, as long as he has promised someone, he will definitely not go back.

"Then I'll send a message to my girlfriend."

Zhihua compromised and took out his mobile phone to send Lin Miaomiao a WeChat message.

Zhihua is a slow-burning type, and there is probably only Lin Miaomiao who can make friends, and he is basically an ordinary relationship with others, or a nodding friend.

"Okay."

Song Nanqiao slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and his voice was a little magnetic.

Where he stood, Zhihua suddenly felt that his heart was beating a little faster.