Yan Xiaoxiao was just about to put the phone over and show it to Zuo Mian.

The teacher on the podium suddenly called by name: "The girl in the middle of the fourth row in red clothes with her head down." ”

Yan Xiaoxiao looked up sharply and pointed at herself.

"That's right, it's you." The middle-aged male teacher, whose hair was slightly thinning, looked at her.

“……”

"Answer the question you just asked."

Yan Xiaoxiao hurriedly stuffed the mobile phone in the belly of the table into Zuo Mian's arms, and stood up in a daze.

Just now I went to look at my phone, and she didn't hear any questions from the teacher.

This is a course of "Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxism", which is one of the compulsory courses for college students of all majors.

It's boring and boring, covering some philosophical content, which makes some liberal arts students confused and science students cry.

Because there are really a lot of fixed knowledge points to memorize in it.

Many college students think that after the three-year endorsement process in high school, they don't need to experience it again when they go to college.

As everyone knows, the knowledge in the university not only increases the level of difficulty, but also some things to be mastered are not left behind.

Yan Xiaoxiao stood up and wanted to say "I don't know".

After all, she really didn't listen.

But the next second on the table next to him was quietly pushed over, a book full of notes.

"Page 36, paragraph 2, the one with the red line." Zuo Mian's voice was as small as a mosquito buzzing in his ears.

After Yan Xiaoxiao got it, he immediately looked up confidently and said: "The basic characteristic of Marxism is the unity of scientific and revolutionary ...... on the basis of practice."

"Also, the top columns where I took notes in blue." Left Mian continued to assist from close range.

I didn't listen to it, why is her little sleep so good.

Yan Xiaoxiao made an "OK" under the table.

"Its immediate theoretical source is the rational elements of critical absorption and inheritance of classical German philosophy, British classical political economy, and British and French utopian socialism. ”

The middle-aged male teacher paused, his face was slightly better, and he reluctantly praised: "That's a good answer, but-"

His words changed suddenly.

"Don't order takeout in class." The male teacher looked at his watch, "It's just past ten past eight in the morning." ”

Yan Xiaoxiao: "......"

Teacher: "I'm not going to let you go out to class to get takeout." ”

Zuo Mian: "......"

Teacher: "Of course, if you ask the delivery guy to come up and listen to my class, then I might consider it and give him a five-star review." ”

The whole classroom burst into laughter.

“…………”

Zuo Mian was sure that the teacher must have heard the little words that Yan Xiaoxiao said below, but he didn't listen to them all.

I also mistakenly thought that I was smiling and laughing and ordering takeout.

After Yan Xiaoxiao sat down, Zuo Mian glanced at her slightly apologetically, "I'm sorry." ”

If she hadn't said on the road that she wanted to give a good review to the takeaway brother, Yan Xiaoxiao wouldn't have been holding her mobile phone and forgetting to listen to the class just now.

Yan Xiaoxiao didn't care at all, and secretly rolled her eyes at someone on the podium.

Privately patted Zuo Mian's little slender hand, "It's none of your business, Teacher Ma Zhe likes to find fault." ”

"Listen to what he just said, even if Hongu really ordered takeout, he wouldn't be stupid enough to pick it up during class time."

"The takeaway brother is not a stupid fork, he doesn't make money by placing orders, who wants to listen to him talk about Marx here!"

"Takeaway, isn't it fragrant?"

Zuo Mian felt Yan Xiaoxiao's dissatisfaction, and in turn patted the back of Yan Xiaoxiao's hand.

It seems to be comforting: "Mother is angry." ”

Yan Xiaoxiao: "......"

was coaxed for a while, and Yan Xiaoxiao felt comfortable.

Moving on to the unfinished topic.

"Yesterday's order has the basic information of the takeaway brother, you take a look, it's just displayed, and the name."

Zuo Mian quietly looked down.

In the belly of the table, the order interface of the mobile phone that is lit up reads——

[Delivery rider: Gong Chip.] 】