Lin Nianhe is very happy because she doesn't need to ride her own bicycle anymore.

Zhao Haimei is also very happy, because riding a bicycle is indeed easier than walking.

This is the first win-win thing Lin Nianhe did at Peking University.

They parked their car and walked into the classroom, only to see that the first row was empty, and there was a thin stack of mimeographed handouts on the desk by the door.

Because there has been no college entrance examination for ten years, the preparations of all departments are a little hasty, and not all classes have textbooks. But the teachers also have a way, if there are no books, then print.

It's just that they have worked hard, in addition to preparing for classes, they also have to engrave wax paper and print lecture notes.

Lin Nianhe and Zhao Haimei took a handout.

The mimeographed handouts are slightly rough, and the depth of the handwriting is slightly poor, but it does not affect the reading.

Lin Nianhe wanted to go to the back row, but was dragged by Zhao Haimei.

"What are you doing? Aren't there empty seats in the front row? ”

Lin Nianhe: "I...... I'm allergic to the first row. ”

To be reasonable, who still grabs the first row when they go to college?

The penultimate first row is about the same.

The glasses warriors of the first class reminded loudly: "Classmate Lin, you two are short, and you can't see the blackboard when you sit behind. ”

The other male classmates nodded their heads.

Although the female classmates in their class only accounted for "smart" and "beautiful", they still chose to take care of their female classmates.

Seeing this, Lin Nianhe knew that this son was kindly left to her by her classmates, so she had to sit down with a dry smile and thank you.

At this time, there were still about ten minutes before class, Lin Nianhe looked at the mimeographed handouts, and suddenly said something bad.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Nianhe looked at the blackboard, his eyes gradually frightened.

"It's broken, it's broken, it's really fun this time......" she muttered to herself.

Zhao Haimei's eyes were full of curiosity: "What's wrong?" Have you been punished for your many evils? ”

Lin Nianhe slowly turned his head and looked at her: "It's not just me, but also you." ”

"Me? What does it have to do with me? Zhao Haimei didn't understand.

Lin Nianhe looked back at the male classmates who were in Wuyang, turned his head, and looked at Zhao Haimei with complicated eyes: "There are 40 people in our class, only you and me, two girls, right?" ”

Zhao Haimei nodded: "Well, yes." ”

Do you need to talk about such an obvious thing?

Lin Nianhe's face turned slightly pale: "Sister Hai, imagine it, if one day you talk to someone, and the two of you suddenly want to go to a movie, the teacher must not be able to give you a holiday, at this time, there is a class that is not important at all......"

Zhao Haimei blinked her eyes and accurately grasped the point: "You also think I can find a partner, right?" ”

Lin Nianhe: "......"

"Yes, yes, yes! You can find eight! ”

"Anyang comes, that's not a hooligan, I'm not that kind of person."

Zhao Haimei blushed and slapped the table embarrassedly.

That loud bang almost scared the janitor at the school gate.

Lin Nianhe rubbed his ears, looked at her twisted appearance, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Yes, at that time, you will find out that if you want to skip class and do something with your partner, the teacher doesn't need to name you to know that you didn't come-"

"After all, there are only two girls in the class! One less is too obvious! ”

The smile on Zhao Haimei's face gradually froze.

Lin Nianhe stretched out four fingers at her: "Can you make sure that you don't want to go to class once in the past few years?" ”

Zhao Haimei couldn't laugh at all.

I can't laugh even if I think eight subjects circle around me.

Lin Nianhe sighed and leaned on the table.

Zhao Haimei was silent for a long time, and pulled Lin Nianhe's arm: "Lin Nianhe, do you have a way?" ”

"Me?" Lin Nianhe nodded, "I have, I can actually apply to transfer to the Spanish department...... I don't have to bother with it, I just need to say that I am willing to go to the Spanish department, and my parents will be happy to help me with the formalities. ”

Zhao Haimei didn't believe it: "Don't talk nonsense, you have to take the English test to apply for the college entrance examination of the Spanish Department, have you taken the test?" ”

"When I scolded a group of foreign businessmen in English, you didn't learn how to set a horse."

"I don't believe it."

"Then let me scold you, can you listen?"

“……”

Lin Nianhe quickly gave up the idea of changing departments.

Because what the teacher said was so good.

The professor who taught this class of classical mechanics was surnamed Nie, and the years had carved scars on his face, but it did not deplete his enthusiasm for learning.

Mr. Nie's personal style is very good, humorous without losing his style, and the board is written very beautifully, just looking at his words is a kind of enjoyment.

With such a teacher, she has to come to class when she dies, and she has to die in class.

After class, Lin Nianhe chased after Teacher Nie with a notebook and asked questions, and he had the posture of following him back to the office.

Zhao Haimei was dumbfounded: "Anyang is here, isn't this little girl still thinking about how to skip class before class?" Shut her horn to scare me? ”

Zhao Haimei was still immersed in shock, and the other students in the class also surrounded the podium and spontaneously extended the listening time.

Looking at the dark person in front of her, Zhao Haimei suddenly came back to her senses, opened her arms and squeezed in.

I haven't smelled the fragrance of books and ink for ten years, and both teachers and students have great enthusiasm for learning.

Students are willing to learn, teachers are willing to teach, and even love has to stand aside in such a two-way run.

When Lin Nianhe and Su Yuncheng were having lunch, they were still telling him the analogy that Teacher Nie made in class, and they smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Su Yuncheng sandwiched a piece of ribs for her and asked her, "You don't have classes in the afternoon, what are you going to do?" ”

Lin Nianhe didn't answer and asked: "Do you have a class?" ”

"Yes."

"Then I can go to your class...... Do I accompany you to class? ”

"Yes."

The corners of Su Yuncheng's mouth unconsciously rose, and his ears turned red.

Lin Nianhe went back to the dormitory after lunch to rest for half an hour, and then got up to pack his schoolbag.

Zhao Haimei was doing her homework, and when she saw that she was going out, she thought she was going to the library.

"Are you going to the library? I'll go with you. ”

"No, I'm going to the Department of National Politics to skip classes." Lin Nianhe said.

"Huh?"

Zhao Haimei looked at her distant back and fell into deep thought.

This is a hard class even if there is no class?

Su Yuncheng rode a bicycle to pick up Lin Nianhe, and on the way to the classroom, he said: "I forgot to tell you before, there are many people on the way to class, you should be careful when riding." ”

Lin Nianhe tugged at the hem of his clothes and nodded seriously: "Okay, I'll convey it to Haimei." ”

Su Yuncheng: "......? ”

The teaching building of the Department of National Politics is not too far from the physics building, and there are only about 30 students in the whole department, and they are only divided into one class.

The ratio of men to women in the Department of National Politics is much more normal, close to one to one. The two of them didn't arrive early, and Su Yuncheng took her to the third row.

Lin Nianhe's arrival attracted the classmates who had already arrived to look sideways, but no one had spoken to her for the time being.

Lin Nianhe asked in a low voice: "Should I, the one who skipped class, go to the last row?" ”

She is a moral class-rubbing person and will not occupy the position of the original class.

Su Yuncheng: "You're here to take class?" ”

Lin Nianhe: "Ah...... To accompany you, of course. ”

Xiao Lin silently hid the notebook in his arms, trying to persuade Su Yuncheng to believe in himself with the most sincere eyes.

He...... I guess I guess I'll believe it......